she giggled, raising a paw to her lips to quiet herself seconds after. ‘Clown’...that had been her dear sister’s way of addressing a certain relative they’d once known, wasn’t that right? How fitting it was, as in a way, this blizzardclan leader did somehow possess an uncanny resemblance to her, for reasons that were now quite obvious to her (and it seemed they were to Haruna, as well). But anyway...that aside, it seemed that Tama had been spared the worst of what she could have done. However, her patience was certainly not something to be tested so lightly—at least, not by any ordinary creatures. No, if one wished to oppose her and escape virtually unscathed, they would have to rival her in terms of influence, power, and they’d have to possess a mental fortitude that far exceeded her own. In all her years of existence, she’d only come across one capable of withstanding her wrath without a problem—though, much to her own relief and delight, that individual wasn’t here right now, nor did they particularly care as to what she did with her own time, so long as she didn’t bother or toy with anyone on their list of important persons or associates. And unfortunately...Tama was not on that list, at least as far as she could recall.
Admittedly her memory wasn’t stellar, but she could at least remember the things that were truly significant: such as everything that individual said, and the names of those who had wronged her in the past. After all...she was the Intention of the Abyss—a Queen, a Ruler of something far greater, of a realm that was far more vast—something paramount to all these inconsequential mortal establishments, which would one day perish and would eventually be reduced to nothing, as from the nothingness from which they all came. She, on the other hand, was eternal—regardless of whether she liked it or not. She would last forever and she would be around to see the end of the ages, as well as whatever bleak oblivion came after. And so, it went on. As for things like grudges—such trivial things should not have mattered to her in the slightest. However...again, she was supposed to be a luminary of sorts, and luminaries were meant to set examples for those who looked up to them, and/or came after. Just how in the world would others view her, if she simply allowed those who messed with her to get away with such crimes so easily? One couldn’t deny that she possessed an immense amount of power; but if she were to not use it at all, not even to help herself...that would be awfully pathetic, wouldn’t it? And of course, not to mention that regardless of her spiritual age, she was (and would always be) a child at heart. Children were easy to hurt, easy to break—far sensitive than they would ever be when they matured into adults. Children were selfish—hopelessly petty creatures. Most of those ‘child-like’ attributes tended to not be expressed so often as one grew older, and sometimes, they vanished all together. However, what would happen to an entity who aged in spirit, but in no other aspect?
Oh, she knew what the result was, and even after having seen her fair share of horror, she could still easily say that the result was anything but pretty.
What happened? Such a good question, that was. She ought to know the answer more than anyone else really, seeing as she was practically an embodiment of the question itself—the question that now had a very clear answer. When an individual remained in the same state of mind for centuries, surely they would acquire knowledge, and perhaps some wisdom as well. They would become highly intelligent, yet their childish traits would also continue to exist within them, and they would not be suppressed. Perhaps one could argue that eternal youth would be the key to happiness; after all, weren’t children easy to please, easy to entertain? But...no, that was so very wrong. Perhaps youth these days was sustainable, but that child-like innocence could only last for so long. It was a fleeting thing, impossible to retain forever, since one could only be shielded from the darkness of this wretched world for so long. Therefore...the answer, that was that such a case resulted in a child saddled with knowledge of things they could comprehend but were not mentally ready for, and ultimately, that led to them developing a warped personality—one much more twisted than any adult could possibly possess. And such beings would be virtually impossible to reason with when enraged, given that they still retained their childish pettiness and whimsicality—aspects of their personality that they knew existed, but had little control over. Because of this, that one could argue that creatures with this rare set of circumstances were much more dangerous and volatile than any of the countless older villains the world managed to churn out. Especially when they’d also been bestowed with powers that could rival even the most highly revered entities that had come before them.
It was then that Mako’s attention was fully returned to the blizzardclan leader. Carefully tilting her head to the side, sardonic amusement would tug gently at the corners of her mouth, her lip curling ever so slightly to reveal the glint of stark pearly whites—a smile that was all teeth and no hilarity—the smile that subtly implied that the wearer did not harbour any good intentions (at least, not for the individual currently standing in her direct line of vision). “So...even now, you stubbornly cling to the false reality you’ve built up around yourself...” Tama had not been able to prove that she had forgotten, which didn’t necessarily mean that she hadn’t either...but, you see, the Intention wasn’t like those kind creatures who preferred to give others the benefit of the doubt. “I take it that’s your final answer then. How unfortunate; how very disappointing...” She had expected so much more from her. However...it seemed as though her faith had been horribly misplaced.
“You know...maybe you did forget,” she mused aloud, adopting a somewhat thoughtful expression, “In that case, shall I offer you a proposal, obachan...?” Yet another light chuckle would leave her, as a thought suddenly surfaced within her rage-clouded mind. Haruna had already brought her revelation out into the open, so there wasn't much use in continuing to hide the fact that she knew whose soul currently resided in the form of the petite serval. “Say, why don't I help you...?” With that, Mako suddenly began inching even closer to the other, maintaining her expression of morbid delight and her frigid smile, stopping until they were literally inches apart. “Yes...I'll help you to remember. How does this sound: every time you reincarnate or switch bodies, I'll take your left eye away from you—I'll force you to relive the pain you felt on that day, over and over and over again, until you finally manage to recall its significance...” The femme suddenly drew back for a moment, releasing a silvery laugh as she twirled around once in elation. “Isn't that a grand proposal? I'm oh so kind, aren't I? It isn't even half of what you deserve.” Turning her head to face Tama once more, she would lightly pick her way back over to the serval and resume her previous position, as her lavender-hued gaze seemed to visibly darken with malice. “Also...do you know what else stealing your eyes would allow me to do? It would allow me to take out all the anger I have towards you—all the anger I've kept pent up inside of myself for the past century...so really, wouldn't be killing two birds with one stone...?” She was fairly certain that was the appropriate phrase—at least, it was from her perspective. Drawing in a quiet breath, she then continued, “And so, Tama, if you don't mind, I'd like to make one last request of you...” Her last statement was then punctuated with a slow raise of a single paw, as she gazed upon the face of her next intended victim, through eyes that were far too cold and cruel for her gentle features, which still—even now, in this suffocatingly tense moment—appeared to be brimming with youth.
“Accept my fury.”
Following that, was the swift and silent motion, of the Intention of the Abyss attempting to plunge her seemingly delicate white-capped paw into the leader's left eye socket, and forcibly yank the cobalt orb out of place...
Just as she had done with Candyfangs, all those years ago.
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&& shit this was long and took like five billion hours fucking hell. i'm gonna do a word count for this post (1,557 words long, not including the stuff in this fancypost or this little blurb at the ending lol), and there was probably a lot of grammatical and punctuation errors because i got super lazy in the middle of it rip my muse and my soul hhngh. anyway...the last bit of dialogue (c) narita ryohgo & ryuugamine mikado (from Durarara!!), and i've literally been wanting to use that line since like...2010 tbh omg.
ALSO: PLEASE WAIT FOR SELI TO RESPOND BECAUSE LACIE'S SUPPOSED TO COME IN RIGHT AFTER THIS (I THINK)? ONEECHAN CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG.
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