by videlicet » Sat May 18, 2013 4:10 am
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A R I ⊝ I N G V A R ⊝ S V E R R I R
He stood stock-still; transmogrified into a marble statue by the Ice Queen hissing her malice, sparks almost flying from wild green eyes. She grabbed his arm roughly, breaking the spell and yanking him forward. Stumbling, Ari tried to get his feet beneath him as he was pulled to the front. He was shackled to her like a disobedient dog -no, a puppy, barely weaned- as she strode purposefully through the snow, blade clenched in her opposite hand. Ari felt the badly tamped-down panic rising up in him again, and he resisted the urge to writhe and struggle at her side. An attempt to free himself from her grip would lend no positive change. Even if he could manage to get free (which he doubted; her grip was terrifyingly strong), where would he go? Running away would do no good. For all he knew, if he tried to flee, he would simply end up on the ground again, but this time with a dagger mis-sheathed in his chest. Who knew how well the Ice Girl could control her bestial instincts; if she saw a weak animal running, perhaps the predator resting just beneath the surface would rear up and strike.
At this thought, he couldn't restrain a shudder from creeping its way along his spine and sending a spasm through the rest of his body. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder at Krystal and Serenity, terror writ clearly in his brown eyes. As least, this time, he wasn't alone with Eloise. Fleetingly, he wondered if they were as afraid of her as he was. Probably not. Krystal was capable, amiable, confident. She certainly wasn't afraid of the Ice Girl. And, Serenity -she was as taciturn as he, yet she was able to stay away from Eloise's wrath. Clever, then. Kind. Able. No, it was only he -the weakling of this lot; the sum of his courage couldn't even fill a thimble. Pathetic. Ari felt the self-piteous tears begin to prick once again at his eyes, and began to blink furiously, resisting the urge to raise his free hand and rub them out of existence. No -that would be far too obvious. It was one thing to be a weakling to the marrow, and another to show it so plainly that others couldn't bear to even stand ten feet from him for fear of being infected with his disease. All of the taunts he had ever had hurled at him rose up a wave, crawling into his parka and along his skin, burning scars into his flesh with white-hot spider-legs. Sissy. Girl. Loser. Weakling. Runt. He bit his lip again. Go die, they had jeered, You're holding us up, Arianna. Go cry to your big sister, we don't want your tears. Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you.
What a pack of lies.
Sticks and stones and angry, ice-green glares and hissed insults and the word weakling and an iron grip on his wrist dragging him unwillingly forward -they could all break his bones, and that they would, until he had no bones left to break. Ground to dust, he'd be. Dust to dust, then, and where to next?
Next stop -nowhere.
Or, rather, along on a hunt where he would fail miserably. He'd somehow scare away the entire herd, and then where would they be? Dinnerless, with cold, empty pits in their stomachs. And then they'd turn angry eyes on him -yes, even Serenity- and he would dissolve.
on semi-permanent hiatus(unable to fill any art requests as my tablet is very broken, apologies!)
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meanwhile the world goes on. / meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes, / over the prairies and the deep trees,
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