Wolf and LambEsmè was born different. Oh of course she was. How could she be the same as all those other Viscets anyways? She was
special. It was her job to bring purity. Hers and hers alone.
Until...
Until Edwin.
The Wolf.
She had been stalking around her territory, prepared to purify it from any other Viscets when.... She found one tied to a tree. That had been a shock. She'd snarled and crept closer, ready to slash and tear... But the other one was crying and she paused.
"What are you doing here?"
She had suddenly put on a sickeningly sweet tone, and sat in front of him.
"My family left me here. They said I moped too much and...."
The male trailed off. He had seen her. He could not unsee her.
He was caught.
"Oh really?" She giggled flirtatiously.
She herself was quite taken with him. She wanted to make him
hers and no one else's. Surely this specimen would understand her mission and help her set out to complete it?
"You hate this life, don't you?" she soothed, running her tail along his jawline. He shuddered.
"Yes."
"What if I could... Take it all away? Provide a paradise, a wonderland, where nothing ever dies or goes wrong?"
The earnest look in his gaze was all she needed to see.
"I can give you this. If, that is, you help me please my Master."
"You have a Master?" he said, something changing in his gaze subtly.
"Oh yes. He's not a Viscet though, he's simply a dark god. I'm his servant, since he can't do bidding on earth. I'm only HALF a goddess, you see."
"You look like a full goddess to me," he whispered.
"What do you have to do for this... Master?" he asked.
She grinned, showing her mouth full of teeth.
"Collect souls. Once I have enough... I'll transcend into my rightful place! My paradise!"
"Collect souls...?"
"Oh, just Viscet souls. I'm pretty good at it." She traced a line across his neck fur in an almost caring manner. "One slice, and the soul goes straight to my Master."
She was slightly taken aback at what she heard next. She thought she'd have to drag him unwillingly, but...
"Can I help? And then come with you?"
"Of course, my dear... What is your name?"
"Edwin."
"Ah and mine is Esmè. But you can call me..." She tapped a claw against her chin, then suddenly brought her paw down in a vicious slice. "Mistress."
The ropes fell away under her claws and Edwin shook out his fur.
"Show me the way, my dear mistress," he rumbled and they set off, Esmè leading the way, ears pricked in triumph.
TerritoryParents, animal and human alike, never let their children venture
into these woods. They're dark, trees with trunks as twisted as the
minds of the demons there.
This, of course, is why Esmè picked it. She can creep around, silent
as a ghost, even with her shining pelt. She defends her land fiercely,
of course. How else do you think she collects Viscet souls? Sometimes
she leaves to hunt elsewhere if the... Visitors have stopped coming.
Then she usually comes back to an oblivious newcomer sleeping on her
land. They're added to her tally, of course.
She sleeps at the heart of the forest, in an old, rotted out tree. It's still
hard wood, though, with no danger of falling. Edwin stays there with her,
listening to wind whistling through the branches, like the cries of the souls
that were so unwillingly freed.
^This is the rest of the form!^Her CauseThis deluded young Viscet has always had nightmares.
After her early years of fearing them, of crying out in
the night, she started hearing messages among the terror.
Always spoken by a fearsome being of black smoke. Her
tortured mind struggled to make an alliance with this
demon, eventually taking him on as her Master. What she
doesn't know is that her mind conquered lucid dreaming,
so everything he tells her to do is an order given by...
Herself.
She needs to send souls to the underworld to escape her life.
Fully conviced she is half goddess, she will fight any Viscet
who come onto her territory, with an aim to kill.
Except Edwin.
Now they work together, trying to transcend this reality that
hurt them so. Edwin in the waking world, Esmè in her sleep.
PersonalityEsmè is extremely manipulative and greedy. She wants what
she wants when she wants it and will never care who or what
stands in her way. She'll simply break it. Never having any
empathy, even as a Viscling, she feels no remorse for all the
pain she has caused. The one thing she cares about is Edwin. Not
in a loving manner, but in a possessive one. He's hers, after all.
She knows she's his, too, but he's the only one who can say that
without getting added to her count of souls.
She is also known to have a temper and will lash out at anything,
even if it's not harming her. Her claws are long, sharp, and extremely
deadly.
She does have some qualities that could be used for good.... She's
extremly strong and never gives up on anything. She works tirelessly...
If only it was for a good enough reason.
ArtBy me
Full Chant"You be the wolf and I'll be the lamb,
Run run run as fast as you can.
You be the lamb and I'll be the wolf,
The end begins now with claw and hoof.
We are death in one entwined,
We will transcend to the end of time."
By Solarizing"Twisted"There once was a wolf,
and once was a sheep,
and once they were apart
one was twisted beyond repair,
and one was without a heart,
one was found in a forest green, strung up and left to rot,
and the other was found at the base of his tree,
of the wolf she had heard of and sought,
she tore his strong bonds and stared in his eyes,
What a wonder, she thought to herself,
to see another with eyes such as mine,
though his are in less jovial health,and right then and there she committed to him,
"You shall be mine, you'll see!"
and the wolf looked up with a questioning glance,
so the other skipped off with glee.
And long did it take to meet up again,
but the sheep did not worry, she had all the time,
so she wandered and slaughtered and then,
the wolf, drawn by purpose, and also her path
followed the bloodlust
and caught the sheep by her calf,
she did not yelp, she did not squeal,
as his other prey would do,
so he got on his knees, and then from his chest,
his hollow soul he did peel,
"I have little to give you, my fair twisted heart,"
the wolf spoke up to his half,
"But please give me guidance , please let you be mine,
please show me your galliant art,
and your will I will follow,
your soul we will share,
to be without purpose is too much bear."
This he said without feeling,
but his eyes spoke the truth
so the sheep grinned maliciously
revealing all lip and tooth,
"I accept your kind offer, I accept your strong will,
and we shall be together at last,
and your soul I'll give mine to fill."
And they walked off together, held by their vows,
bound on a quest for their enthralling desires,
not asking whys or hows,
to the question they never chose to believe,
the truth of it all that it never may be,
them and their ideals that they never let leave,
for they in themselves are already lost
to their delusions of happily ever,
so there they will stay in their own twisted eyes,
entrapped and encased in their own wonderland,
both leaving right after never...
So there once was a wolf,
and there once was a sheep,
and once they did share a goal,
and once they did meet, and once they did vow,
and once built a wonderland in their souls.
By MoonPhoenix
