Go
deep throat
a cactus
It takes more than a few moments for Wessex to realize she hasn’t escaped completely unscathed. Somewhere in the maelstrom of rage and grief and shock whirling on the inside, and at some point while she stares mutely at Cian’s corpse, the demigod realizes she no longer has her chakram in hand. And she isn’t wearing her cloak. The wind whips violently against her skin, white on white on white. Where did it go?
The other items, other than the Infernbow, are small, easily missable, and to be honest she isn’t thinking quite so clearly yet. A rarity for the Wraith, but ‘failure’ tends to do that to her. And as far as she’s concerned, she’s failed Mabel. The Occidendum line has died out (it already had upon the twins’ Ascension, but let’s be dramatic about it) and the last Theskyra…? She’d allowed it.
She… she knows (and the wind does too, it howls and whispers and tattles) exactly what she did. Why she waited. Why Mabel’s body remains on the slopes of the Draig like a gruesome monument to the Order’s cruelty, and Cian’s is here, with her. Oh, he’ll get some kind of equally horrifying treatment soon enough, but she should have brought her sister’s body back. It would have been the right thing to do.
Instead? She kicks the Eye’s torso in disgust, both at herself and the monster he was. Another kick, harder this time. And another, till it rolls a few feet away, limp arms flopping and catching on a protruding rock. Which is probably for the best, she thinks, as she sighs and squats down over it, rifling through his jacket and vest, because otherwise she might have gotten the best of herself. It doesn’t take long to find the compass and the notebook and she stuffs them unceremoniously into a now-empty pouch. Now it registers, now her mouth gapes, and now she whirls around, as if she might be able to find the syringe and ribbon and Greatwood map somewhere on the ground.
The search, scrabbling through the snow and ice and taking a few steps towards the Draig, then back again, wondering about the space in-between (can you lose things there?), goes on for a bit until the General has to admit that it’s all gone. A deeply frustrated sense of loss (for Mabel and not killing Gideon and all the hard work done over the years, and especially for her chakram) saps all the frantic tension from her body - her arms go limp and her head falls back - until all she can do is scream. It echoes off the empty Fang-side for a couple of rounds until, like everything else in her life, it fades into the air and dies.
Her gaze lands on the corpse again; a particularly nasty idea forming. Unsheathing her claws, she begins to work on the body, severing the head from the rest of it. Thick, congealing blood begins to ooze out of the body and Wessex takes that part away, teleporting to the cave where she fought the Frost Giant with Noah, and leaves the body there for the monsters to eat. And the head? It’s teleported to Stormbreak, left unceremoniously in the center of the City Area for someone - anyone - to find, and then she’s headed back to the Grounds.
{Fin}
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Wessex loots Cian's body, then carves it up. She leaves the torso for Frost Giants and takes the head to be left in the City Area of Stormbreak :)
The other items, other than the Infernbow, are small, easily missable, and to be honest she isn’t thinking quite so clearly yet. A rarity for the Wraith, but ‘failure’ tends to do that to her. And as far as she’s concerned, she’s failed Mabel. The Occidendum line has died out (it already had upon the twins’ Ascension, but let’s be dramatic about it) and the last Theskyra…? She’d allowed it.
She… she knows (and the wind does too, it howls and whispers and tattles) exactly what she did. Why she waited. Why Mabel’s body remains on the slopes of the Draig like a gruesome monument to the Order’s cruelty, and Cian’s is here, with her. Oh, he’ll get some kind of equally horrifying treatment soon enough, but she should have brought her sister’s body back. It would have been the right thing to do.
Instead? She kicks the Eye’s torso in disgust, both at herself and the monster he was. Another kick, harder this time. And another, till it rolls a few feet away, limp arms flopping and catching on a protruding rock. Which is probably for the best, she thinks, as she sighs and squats down over it, rifling through his jacket and vest, because otherwise she might have gotten the best of herself. It doesn’t take long to find the compass and the notebook and she stuffs them unceremoniously into a now-empty pouch. Now it registers, now her mouth gapes, and now she whirls around, as if she might be able to find the syringe and ribbon and Greatwood map somewhere on the ground.
The search, scrabbling through the snow and ice and taking a few steps towards the Draig, then back again, wondering about the space in-between (can you lose things there?), goes on for a bit until the General has to admit that it’s all gone. A deeply frustrated sense of loss (for Mabel and not killing Gideon and all the hard work done over the years, and especially for her chakram) saps all the frantic tension from her body - her arms go limp and her head falls back - until all she can do is scream. It echoes off the empty Fang-side for a couple of rounds until, like everything else in her life, it fades into the air and dies.
Her gaze lands on the corpse again; a particularly nasty idea forming. Unsheathing her claws, she begins to work on the body, severing the head from the rest of it. Thick, congealing blood begins to ooze out of the body and Wessex takes that part away, teleporting to the cave where she fought the Frost Giant with Noah, and leaves the body there for the monsters to eat. And the head? It’s teleported to Stormbreak, left unceremoniously in the center of the City Area for someone - anyone - to find, and then she’s headed back to the Grounds.
{Fin}
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Wessex loots Cian's body, then carves it up. She leaves the torso for Frost Giants and takes the head to be left in the City Area of Stormbreak :)
