4/7/2025, 4:01 PM
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As it turned out, following Harvest around was their best chance. Daryn wasn’t good at survival, as it turned out. Hunting had always been done by those not a Zaal. Once upon a time, they’d been able to simply wave a paw and a torrent of wine and meats would be in front of them in minutes. This new world, this far away world, it had no servants, no friends, only the strange back and forth with a monarch they were to be wed to, but didn’t know much about at all. It wasn’t like they were trying, though.
It was easier to needle and push than reveal their soft belly. That man had taught them that, in all his horrid honesty. They wanted to go back in time, if only for a moment, and shove themself off that course. To know, well and true, that a young, bored Daryn would never come into contact with the man who’d ruined them. Left them this shattered creature. They didn’t even know why they still wore the earring, other than the inability to take it off. But they could rip it from their ear if they wanted to, surely. But they kept it, for some reason they couldn’t name.
Blood on the wind, that was the reason they trailed Harvest. Even as they watched their betrothed’s shoulders hike, her fur standing up in a fury that lapped over their brain like a red sea. Daryn wasn’t a warrior, it was the only reason they hung back. The sounds of a fight broke through the red for a moment, before it swallowed them whole again. There was something in that cabin in front of them, something that was necessary to be destroyed, that needed to be clawed out like a heart from a dead man. Or the eyes of a living one, if they’d really been angry. They slipped through the bushes, keeping one eye on Harvest’s brown fur, body lowered to the dirt. She’s next to the door, where the heartbeat of this angry creature seemed to writhe. Daryn could tear through the floorboards, shred the heart and end this madness. But a part of them, the vicious creature that had survived the courts of Winter and survived the courts of Autumn, told them wait. Watch. Have fun, a bloodbath was something they hadn’t seen in a while, hm?
The bush yielded another figure, behind Harvest, and Daryn knows immediately what they’re going to do. It wouldn’t be very good for public relations if their to-be spouse got bit by some possibly diseased peon, right?
It was easier to needle and push than reveal their soft belly. That man had taught them that, in all his horrid honesty. They wanted to go back in time, if only for a moment, and shove themself off that course. To know, well and true, that a young, bored Daryn would never come into contact with the man who’d ruined them. Left them this shattered creature. They didn’t even know why they still wore the earring, other than the inability to take it off. But they could rip it from their ear if they wanted to, surely. But they kept it, for some reason they couldn’t name.
Blood on the wind, that was the reason they trailed Harvest. Even as they watched their betrothed’s shoulders hike, her fur standing up in a fury that lapped over their brain like a red sea. Daryn wasn’t a warrior, it was the only reason they hung back. The sounds of a fight broke through the red for a moment, before it swallowed them whole again. There was something in that cabin in front of them, something that was necessary to be destroyed, that needed to be clawed out like a heart from a dead man. Or the eyes of a living one, if they’d really been angry. They slipped through the bushes, keeping one eye on Harvest’s brown fur, body lowered to the dirt. She’s next to the door, where the heartbeat of this angry creature seemed to writhe. Daryn could tear through the floorboards, shred the heart and end this madness. But a part of them, the vicious creature that had survived the courts of Winter and survived the courts of Autumn, told them wait. Watch. Have fun, a bloodbath was something they hadn’t seen in a while, hm?
The bush yielded another figure, behind Harvest, and Daryn knows immediately what they’re going to do. It wouldn’t be very good for public relations if their to-be spouse got bit by some possibly diseased peon, right?
I wouldn’t, darling.Their voice rushed out from between snarled teeth. It wasn’t their usual sibilant purr, more of the vicious spit of an alley cat pushed to the brink. Their usual smirk had even gotten the memo, twisting their face with a mask of cruelty that they were all too eager to wear.