[MythicDusk]

((Whar did you go, Cariad? D: *missed j00s T^T*))

Shy felt her form change, rage, greif, all different emotions rippling through her heart, her blood, her form, and that shown, her eyes changed into a multitude of colours, finally settling for a solid, glossy black. Her form changed completley, becoming more equine, then feline, then canine, and finally settling for a small, dusk kuhna. Not exactly the best form in the world, but she dealt with it. A small, lithe thing that was basically a small, furry bundle of pure, unbridled rage. With claws. And the ability to make a stew with any meat given to her. And she would make stew from him. A powerful hiss echoed from her throat. Blaidd quickly scooped up the kuhna, slamming its jaws shut and wrapping her up tight in his jacket, trying to keep her still and out of trouble, tears flowing down his face as the sight of his dying step-son. Oh, this guy was so going to get it.

Blaidd dropped Shy, turning into his lucain from, howling low and loud, he knew re-enforcments were in this area. He felt it in his bones. After a few moments, a caped figure appeared, a furry, clawed hand slipping off the hoot, a lupine head but it rested upon a furry, human body. The creature's lips pulled back into a snarl, red-hot anger shining in the creature's eyes, It marched foreward with purpose. The founder of the pen, she brought the first ones back, she brought Paranoia home, Shy, was in turn her adopted grandaughter, Blaidd her adopted great-grandson, and this guy just slit one of her family memeber's thraots, she would pull this guy from limb to limb, eat his flesh and make sure his family never saw the light of day.

[Tori]

Tori sprinted to Addie's side, her trembling as she cradled the back of his neck in her hands. "No..." she said in a harsh, terrified whisper, her voice cracking. "Addie, please don't... don't die..." Weakly, he pulled her palm away from the wound, squeezing her bloodied hand. He mouthed the words he so longed to tell her, but wasn't able to say, since his father died: "I love you."

His gentle olive eyes faded, the life draining out of them as they slipped shut for the last time, and his hand went limp in hers.

She could feel the familiar rage bubbling up inside and she began to see red. The crimson that covered her hands soon screened her entire vision, turning the rain to blood and transforming the clearing around her house into a battlefield. Never again.

"You..."

Pete smiled down from his perch on the hood of Tori's car. There was no remorse in his eyes. There were no emotions. No heart. Just an empty, bloodthirsty stare. He twirled the knife in his hand, examining the blood on the blade. So simple an action, but this momentary lapse of attention would prove to be the death of him. It was his turn to feel that fear.

It all happened in a fraction of a second. She had never felt this angry in her entire life. Her eyes glowed green, instantly turning completely black. Her wings unfolded, the feathers frayed and missing in places instead of soft and beautiful. Her fingers turned into claws, her top and bottom fangs elongating and sharpening to deadly points. Her kuhna ears and tail appeared with her wings, the fur soaked with rain and the tails looking more like that of a panther than of a kuhna, slender and long. She sprung, pinning him to the windshield of the car before she was even finished changing into her other form. The glass cracked under their weight, little spiderweb-shaped fractures appearing under her hands, which were swiftly changing into powerful paws. She snarled into his face as she finished the transformation, widening her feline jaws and letting out a low, sinister snarl. Pete stared back, his eyes wide with surprise, momentarily paralyzed. Her wings shed feathers every now and then, exposing cream-coloured skin in their place. She had morphed into a kuhna- but what had she become? This was no small, fluffy house cat, but a deadly predator. This form was unlike any other she had taken- the broad, powerful jaws of a jaguar and the sleek physique of a tiger. This wasn't Tori- this was her anger, taking over her physical form. But this time, she didn't want to suppress her anger. She didn't care anymore. He was going to get his. She lowered her head to whisper in his ear.

"This is the last time," she growled, "the last time you will ever take something away from me."

And she closed her jaws around his neck, sinking her teeth into his skin. A gush of warm, metallic liquid filled her mouth as her fangs punctured both carotid arteries. She released her hold, blood dripping from her maw. There was something else. Placing a paw on his chest, she bared her fangs. "This one's for Mark," she hissed, unsheathing her claws and snapping one of his ribs. He cried out, trying to fight her paw off his chest with what strength he had left. She lifted her other paw off of the windshield, breaking another rib with her weight as she shifted that paw onto the other side of his chest. "This one's for Addie," she snarled, digging her claws in as more hot tears tracked through her fur. "And this one's for me," she said, dragging her claws down his chest and breaking every rib on the way down, shredding his lungs.

The job done, she wearily backed off of the hood, lowering herself to the ground. The green glow faded from her eyes, and they returned to the familiar bluish-green. Her son was dead. Had she ever really been a mother to him? Did she ever tell him that she loved him?

With this thought, and the fading of the adrenaline, she fainted.

[202,112] (Addie is dead.)

[MythicDusk]

The beast that Blaidd had called upon glanced at the carnage then lowered her eyes, backing into the shadows, leaving them to clean up the mess. Shy turned back into her human form, kneeling beside Addie, grabbing the back of his head and slipping herself beneath him, resting his head on her lap, brushing her fingers through his now wet hair, her mask discarded on the floor, whispering three words, hugging his head and rocking back and forth, eventually crying out, heart-wrenching guttaral sounds. tears flowing down her scarred face. Blaidd was sobbing himself, now in his human form, picking up Tori and carrying her inside, setting her down on the sofa and shakily kissing her forehead, then heading back outside, trying to get Shy to move, but she simply growled at him, literally snapping at him when he attempted to move her from Addie's corpse. He eventually gave up and grabbed the mangled corpse of Pete, dragging it somewhere, anywhere but there, the rain making it difficult to hear and making his hair hang limp, but he then heard one sound he knew off by his heart, the brush of leather against metal, the swoosh of large, feathered wings and the angry, blood-churning snarl of pure rage.

A city was going to fall tonight. From now on, she would spend her nights contenplating suicide and her days trying to assasinate god.

[Tori]

She didn't want to live anymore. She didn't care if she died at this point- it would be a blessing. But she couldn't leave Blaidd... and she still had Sonja. That was something... something to live for... But right now, she was so tired. Of what, she didn't know. She just wanted to sleep.

She could barely find the energy to get up off the couch. It was as if she had been sucked dry by the vampire inside her. As she sat up, she returned to her human form, staggering to her feet. She needed Blaidd right now. She needed his strong arms around her, to feel his heartbeat against her cheek, to hear his voice. She leaned against the frame of the front door, gazing out into the rain. She dropped her gaze when it landed on Addie's corpse. It hurt to accept that he was gone, but it was better sooner than later. She didn't have the power to revive him... she never had that ability.

Blaidd was already nearly to the house by the time she saw him. She padded out into the rain, gently wrapping her arms around his waist and sobbing into his shirt.

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[MythicDusk]

Blaidd wrapped his own arms around her, hushing her, and slowly moving her back into the house, sitting down on the sofa beside her....He would move Addie when she had calmed down, He would get a proper funeral. He held Tori tightly, tears rolling down his own face, wanting to make her feel as safe as possible, holding her as close as he could muster, humming a gentle song, running his hand through her soggy hair. "I think we need a shower, eh?" He said, trying to smile.

[Tori]

She nodded tiredly, snuggling up closer to him, pushing the events of the last hour into the deepest recesses of her mind.

-=One Year Later=-

Sonja ran to answer the door, nudging her backpack off of her shoulder and dropping it to the floor beside the door. "Coming!" She flipped the lock and swung the door open, a smile brightening her face. A young man stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He ruffled her hair and pulled her into a quick hug, letting himself in. "Where were you?" she asked, closing the door and trotting up beside him. "Away. How've you been, where's mum?"
"She's upstairs. She'll bust something when she sees you."

[MythicDusk]

A shatter sounded from the kitchen, a young woman grumbled as she knelt down. The mask she wore was one of a canine face, the eyes were ringed with red, the main mask was jet black, the chin was dipped in crimson, the ears of the mask stood upright, tipped with orange, it was a slightly bland mask, but it looked....Demonic. Her hair was cut to just above her shoulderblades, it was tied back in a short and messy ponytail with bangs that framed the mask. Her hands were constantly shifting and twitching. She picked up the shards of china plate, slicing open her fingertips. "Sonja!" She called over her shoulder. "Can you help me pick up this plate, please?" Her voice was hollow, dripping with greif and depression, wearing a ugly green jumper, even she knew it was ugly, that was far too big for her and her pyjama bottoms, her hands were skinny and spindly, her clothing hung at awkward angles, she had withdrawn into herself. Shy was indeed, in one hell of a state.

Baidd sihed, laying back on the bed, his eyes slipping shut, he needed to help Shy, do something for her so she'd stop trembling so badly, she couldn't even cut up her own food these days.

[Tori]

"Coming, Gramma," Sonja replied, giving her guest another quick squeeze before bounding off into the kitchen. She scooped up most of the shards, tossing them into the trash can, then grabbed a dish rag and wet it under the faucet. She gently took Shy's fingers in her tiny hands, carefully wiping away the drops of blood that had begun to drip from the cuts. "Oh yeah, and there's someone here to see you," she whispered, winking at her.

Tori rolled over, still dead asleep, wrapping her arms around Blaidd's waist. "What was that, honey?" she yawned, rubbing her eyes. She'd learned not to freak out when she heard something break. She had grown patient over the years since she got married.

He ran his fingers through his hair, hanging his jacket up on a hook by the door. That voice... he swore it sounded so familiar. Nobody's voice had ever gotten to him like that, save for... no, it couldn't be. Did she still live here? He quietly made his way to the kitchen, curiosity spurring him forward. It sounded just like... "Shy?" he said quietly, his eyes widening as he saw her. He could just imagine what she was thinking.

[204,2,113] (Guess who's back~ :P Well, I still don't have internet, but Shy's li'l lover boy's back. XD Just as good, right?)

[MythicDusk]

Shy trembled even more, she blinked, then looked at Sonja, her eyes screwing shut as her head bowed. She hated this. She hated how low she had dragged herself. Slicing off her hair with a carving knife, she couldn't do anting she adored anymore, she couldn't listen to music because she couldn't find the will too, sh couldn't think of new worlds, so Bernard was going hungry. She just hoped he had bound himself to someone else. She looked back up at him and gently tooh he hands away from Sonja, tapping Sonja's jawbone gently, her version of a smile, and approached him slowly, her head held high, her eyes narrowed and wings flared from her back, but not the usual feathered wings, large, razored ones. Since he had gone, she had...Evolved in a sence. "Get out." She said simply, her eyes narrowing. "Get. Out!" she boomed, her shoulders squared and her chest puffed out. Even in her malnourished form, she was a scary figure. Especially with the fact the mask's jaws were beginning to open. Showing her mouth beneath, her white lips pulled back into a vicious snarl.

Blaidd jumped up as Shy yelled. Running downstairs, his eyebrows knitting together. He bounded down the stairs and saw the scene. He halted and watched silently as Shy began to lay into him. "I died multiple times for you! I urned into a full demon, because of you, I killed, because of you! And what makes you think that you can just come marching back in here and everything will be hunky-dory? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT?!" Her voice boomed greater than the most commanding officer. Her eyes were aflame as she tore off the mask, showing her face was covered in scars, as if not a single bit of unscarred flesh shown. "Every one of these wounds was caused by You. Get out of my sight, Addie. Get out of my house, get out of my life or I swear, I will wring your neck myself." She began to hiss, her claws elongating. "That isn't a threat. It's a promise."

Blaidd was scared, he had never once seen his mother so angry, he stared quietly. Never get in Shy's way when she really wants something, he just realised that.

[Tori]

Addie bowed his head. He saw this coming. "You have every right to be angry," he said, quietly. He knew she would probably kill him for it, but he stepped forward, pulling her into a gentle, sad kiss. There were no words to describe how he felt about her. This would have to do.

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[MythicDusk]

Shy began struggling against him, but she couldn't find the strength to tear herself away, before, if you asked her too, she could hoist half a trunk of a tree onto her shoulder, she could grab a 17 year old boy by the waist and throw him to a side at the age of 14. Now, now she couldn't even push someone away. Eventually she gave up and relaed, tears falling down her scarred cheeks, realising it was no use to struggle against him, but she didn't return his kiss, she timply stood there, as stiff as a board, she didn't want to move, she didn't want to be here, she didn't want to see him again. He was dead. She had just come to accept it. Why couldn't he stay dead?

[Tori]

He pulled away, looking into her beautiful peat-bog eyes. He gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Don't cry," he whispered. He was doing this to her, he thought, heartbroken. "I'm sorry," he whispered, holding her tight, "I'm so sorry." He could feel tears of heartbreak pushing at his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. "If you want me to go, I'll go. Just say the word. But just remember that I love you. I'll always love you."

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[MythicDusk]

Shy shook her head gently. "As far as I'm concerned, the worst thing you could of done is tell me that you loved me." She attempted to pull away, and eventually gave up. "Why do you do this to me, Addie?" She looked up at him ,tears rolling down her face. "Why?" Her face falling and her forehead resting on his shoulder, sobbing gently.

[Tori]

Addie felt as if a knife had been twisted into his heart. Her words repeated in his head: Why are you doing this to me, Addie? Tears rolled silently down his cheeks. He closed his eyes, stroking Shy's hair. It was like someone had cut him in two. He should have contacted her... he should have said something... How could he have been so stupid. "Shy, I'm so sorry... please, forgive me..."

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[MythicDusk]

Shy drew her arms up ad fsted her spindly hands and began punching hischest, screaming at him, knowing that she couldn't do any real damage, eventually stopping and leaning against him, fisting herh ands into the cloth of his top, buring her face into his shoulder, sobbing into the cloth as she leant against him, shaking her head. "Why did you do this to me, Addie? Why didn't you answer me? Why did you leave me? Was it to get payback? Was it to show me how much it hurt?" She looked up at him with her dark, angry eyes. "I can never forgive you, Addie, never in a million years. But I can learn to live with you." She then tore herself away from his grip with all her might, walking up the stairs, past Blaidd and into her room, where she lay herself down on her bed, climbed beneath the covers, grabbed one of her larger pillows and sobbed into it. She loved him....She loved him so much, but....She didn't want him here. Right now, she couldn't look at his face.