Blackberry turned when Blueberry approached and quickly snatched the vines from his jaw. Beautiful? Death was beautiful? Perhaps. She could see how the moose thought it was beautiful. The red of blood was a lovely color, the thrill of death was soothing to the soul. But death to her was ingrained in her. Now that she had made her first kill, she hungered for more. More death, more pain. And now she knew that she could rely on Blueberry. Certainly.

She fixed the teardrop gem and the tail feather, still wet with blood, to the vine Blueberry had given her. She slipped in around her neck so that it hung above the strange claws in her stomach. It was pretty, a lovely blue color, just like her own gem, but lighter. It held his magic, his soul. A perfect trophy.

She looked up at Blueberry, her eyes shining. "Yes, it is beautiful. You see now, you see what I see." But then her eyes hardened as the memory of the pain flashed through her. "But no, you do not. Death is beautiful, but it is also fear. Pain. Anger. The wolf killed me but I did not die. I was cheated out of the sweet release. And they...everyone...will pay for that. They will feel my pain." The gurgling sound came again from her throat, the frayed, disgusting remains of her hiss. "Will you help me? Help me enact my vengeance on the caves? Fight alongside me and bring the beauty of pain and blood and death?"


___________________________________________________________

"Heroes always get remembered."
But you know legends never die.

tags: @Blueberry
notes: here

Blueberry watched her, fixated. A trophy. Her tophy. Cruel and unforgiving. That was what Miss Blackberry was. And that was good. That was more than good, it was wonderful.

"Yes, I see, and yet I don't. The death of others, it is indeed beautiful. But yours, it was horrible. I should have helped you." Blueberry started, pausing briefly."I've already begun. That wolf, she returned. I attacked. I didn't kill, that victory is yours."

The moose smiled. Yes, he had already begun to help. He had already begun their reign of terror, their spread of beautiful death and darkness. Blue dipped his head down, always respectful. Miss Blackberry was deserving of it. She had been through so much, and he had done nothing.

But now, he would do everything to please her. Now, he would help her begin their reign.


___________________________________________________________

"Can’t you tell?"
We’re all mad here.

tags: @Blackberry
notes: here

WARNING: THIS POST IS BLOODY, OKAY, I TRIED TO TONE IT DOWN THO

Blackberry narrowed her eyes. Blueberry had fought Kera? Yet here he stood, alive and well and ready to fight some more. Perhaps he wasn't as pathetic as she had thought before she had gone through hell. But that meant that the wolf was still out there. Good. She would have her chance yet to get back, to hurt and destroy Kera for everything she had done.

"Yes, Kera will be mine to destroy. But first, I will let her go. We will grow stronger on the blood of others. And she will live under the fear of my shadow." She looked down at the still body of the bird at her feet and a cruel idea popped into her head.

She looked down at her talons. What had first been an annoyance, she now realized was, in fact, an asset to her destruction. She smiled and dug on of them into the bird's face. She ripped and tore at his skin and feathers, just as Kera had torn at her own head. Her hooked beak dove down and started to destroy his wings, just as her wings had been destroyed. She flipped him over once she was done and tore up his other while her claws moved to gore out his stomach. It was the same destruction that Kera had brought onto her. By the time she was done, the bird was a bloody mess, his feather strewn across the earth, his skin torn to pieces.

She turned to Blueberry, her feathers covered with the blue bird's blood. "Kera will come back here. I've left her a little gift. I hope she knew this fool, that would make the fear and hatred even greater." She smiled darkly, blood dripping from her beak.


___________________________________________________________

"Heroes always get remembered."
But you know legends never die.

tags: @Blueberry
notes: here

Blue watched Blackberry mangle the bird, until you could inly recognize it from the colorful feathers laying about the mess of mangled Gembound. Smiling to himself, he stepped in the remains, hooves getting covered in blood. As they left the tunnel, prints would be left, and the wolf would know exactly who had done the deed.

"Let's leave here, and find a new victim, Miss Blackberry. The cave is ours to conquer." He grinned as he swung his head towards Polaris. Yes, they would be the terrors of Origin.


___________________________________________________________

"Can’t you tell?"
We’re all mad here.

tags: @Blackberry
notes: here

Blackberry laughed when Blueberry stepped into the blood. A laugh that was terrible and gurgling, loud, honking, and wretched that sent her into a fit of coughing, but when she emerged, her eyes were shining. "Yes, let us go! Make them pay, make them bleed, make them dead! Our vengeance has begun."

She turned and streaked off towards Polaris, excitement and adrenaline racing through her veins. Two weeks, half a cycle of nothing. Of death and pain. And here she was, finally, back to what she did best, what she loved best. And with new weapons at her side and a goal ahead - destroy everything.

*exit


___________________________________________________________

"Heroes always get remembered."
But you know legends never die.

tags: @Blueberry
notes:

Blue couldn't help but laugh with the goose. A deep, guttural, cruel laugh. They would spread their terror far, throughout the caves. Gembounds would hide in every nook, cranny, and corner to avoid them. They would be terrifying. Nodding, he followed Miss Blackberry, his hoofsteps leaving a bloody trail to follow.

Come and get us little wolf.


___________________________________________________________

"Can’t you tell?"
We’re all mad here.

tags: here
notes: *exit