Sting of Betrayal

by **Sybil** 27th December 2017, 10:15 am

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Sting of Betrayal

by Sybil 27th December 2017, 10:15 am

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Die A Hero, Or Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain

To betray the mark. That was the ultimate crime in this. As though feeling the weight of the betrayal her of emblem burned against her shoulder blade beneath her clothes.Famine marked it off as just soreness from her recent series of jobs as she stepped up from the side of the bed where she’d been sitting cross-legged the past hour. She retrieved the bottle of wine that had been keeping her company, divided it into another glass and began walking up to the bay window in the bedroom.

Famine looked out of the glass wall out to the blizzard the weather-reports always promised. If anything it was stronger this night. A swirling storm of screaming silver embodied the various thoughts and emotions passing behind her glossy eyes.

She’d woken up to a cold bedside. In Sol’s absence, the mage found that everything he owned disappeared as well. When she investigated she found various others absent from their beds and their things gone. No one left the guild hall like this without further notifying her. Famine knew exactly what had happened when wandering into her office on the other end of the hall. The tidy space was overcome by an up to a disheveled filing cabinet, papers upon the table, and a couple holographic lacrima records missing from the drawer. This meant that some individuals had been prying into Famine’s own business...and now that they were all gone she could only assume that they were not fond of what they’d found-- whatever they had found had drawn them away.

She wouldn’t forgive them. Any of them. She downed the rest of the liquor, and then another cup of the Crimson, in an attempt to drown her senses. Her hand clutched hard around the glass, knuckles white and jutting like the spine of serpent her other palm rested flatly against the icy window pain, ragged breaths left condensation on the cold surface. She blinked, shoulders rigid with the rage of her betrayal and wet eyes lowered to the piling snow outside several floors below.

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by **Ahote** 27th December 2017, 8:57 pm

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Re: Sting of Betrayal

by Ahote 27th December 2017, 8:57 pm

It had been a rather long, uneventful day for Ahote, as usual. The lurkers of the Baslisk Fang corridors crept away into their quarters for blissful sleep, the rats would scurry back into their holes, the servants bed themselves, and the impervious fortress was yet again submerged in nighttime's silence, a time where only Mt. Hakobe's everlasting winter winds blew against windows and froze the stone walls outside.

Ahote's analysis on various case studies of magical age acceleration began to bore him as he felt the day slip away, driving him out of his candlelit room and into the cold, dark corridors of Basilisk Fang. As he rambled through the halls, he considered visiting Yuiisai, but he was never around as of late. Rain no longer seemed to lurk the halls at any hour, nor did Aioai ever seem present. Not even the assertive demands of his father rang in his ear as of late. Everyone seemed to be gone, and the Basilisk fortress seemed strangely silent, strangely calm. It was disturbing.

Going down the list, Ahote couldn't seem to secure an objective or someone to wander off to. Anyone besides his mother, Famine, at least. It was never a thought that came to mind, having been the one who was usually visited, not visiting. In fact, it had been a long while since the boy had step foot into her room, only recalling fluffy moments shared between parent and child. But, it didn't seem there were many options to pick from. Delighted, the boy made way to her room.

After a few short minutes, the youth arrived at Famine's room. Metal digits coiled around the knob, its familiar coldness unable to be felt through his prosthetic hand, but the sensation everlasting in his memory. Quietly, his grip on the knob tightened twisted, turning the knob and pushing the door inwards, stepping into the familiar darkness of his mother's room.

"Mother?" he announced, the bitter and strong smell of alcohol filling the room, "Mother, you're awake, yes? I just thought I'd stop by and. . ." he began, stepping into the room in full before closing the door behind him. In the near distance stood a quiet and stiff Famine, eyes wandering out in the frosty mountains beyond the glass wall which sealed them from the cold.

Ahote's topaz hues fixed on the backside of Famine, walking over to her and stopping at only an arm's length away from her figure, wearing a blank expression and curious eyes, "Mom? Is everything alright?" he questioned, a hint of concern in his soft, quiet voice.

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by **Sybil** 29th December 2017, 10:32 am

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Re: Sting of Betrayal

by Sybil 29th December 2017, 10:32 am

Die A Hero, Or Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain

Icy hinges squeaked in protest as the door behind her squeaked open. She said nothing, already aware who the presence belonged to as they stepped up behind her. Hed eye slidded closed to the dim white landscape out of the window which was barely visible on a cloudy starless night overhead.

Famine had half a mind to lie to Ahote when he asked about her troubles but she found that she could not do such a thing any longer, smile and tell him how great things were. Besides, she needed someone to confide in now that the one person she’d truly trusted the most was absent. Today was a very dark day for Basilisk Fang. -Even if she unconditionally wished to Famine was unsure she could manage the smile to convince him things were perfectly alright. “Something’s gone wrong.” she simply answered, lifting the glass up to her lips and rinsing down what remained of the poison before walking back around Ahote who’d shown up behind her. She slammed the drained glass down next to the opened bottle of wine on the bed table and sat down at the corner of her bed, grabbing one of the white pillows and hugging it to her chest.

“Terribly wrong….” Abruptly she let herself fell back-first into her bed and sunk a few centimeters down into the comforter. A flushed face stared past the corner of the pillowcase and up to the flat grey ceiling of the room. She felt the full weight of her responsibilities on top of her now as though they sat piled in that deceptively light pillow. She felt cold in the bed, an empty side of the mattress now knowing she’d sleep alone at night too now. To think she could have had so much faith in one person. This pain. It was Fairy Tail all over again in her head. Her chest tightened, rib cage constricting her expanding lungs and racing heart from bursting right out of her. She held back any sort of a sob in the presence of her son. Instead, her rage manifested in the form of fingers clutching inhumanly tightly on the puffy pillow in her hands.

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by **Ahote** 29th December 2017, 3:29 pm

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Re: Sting of Betrayal

by Ahote 29th December 2017, 3:29 pm

This was an abnormal sight for the boy. Never had he seen his mother drink so heavily and with such a jaded demeanor. The coppery smell of it burned his nose, and never did he think he'd ever pick up a palette for booze. But maybe she did drink like this so often, maybe she did stare off into the distance with her mind jogged with thought. Ahote did not know and might've dedicated too much thought to the observation. However, it was enough to disturb him.

A long pause passed before Famine would let words pass her lips and into the ears of the raven haired youth, listening attentively. But like a weight, he felt his stomach drop in the very moment she said that something had gone wrong. Brows rose just slightly and breaths became quiet and heavy. What had gone wrong? What was wrong? Although topaz hues fixed themselves on his lean, smaller mother as she went from her table to her bed, he wasn't truly watching her. The boy had been caught up in his imagination, creating and devising scenarios that could've caused his mother such distress.

Did someone do something in regards to the guild? Did someone die?
Was it something political, personal? What is it. . . what is it. . . he pondered, feeling his heart begin to race, her words of worry and stress ringing in his mind. Blood rushed and frustration swelled, but still did the boy retain his calm, relaxed expression and demeanor, as he always did. He was never the most expressive boy.

Quietly, Ahote made way over to the bed, climbing onto it's comforter covered mattress and sliding next to his parent, laying next to her. "Mom," he whispered his honeyed words, placing his metal hands on the back of her head, "who hurt you? What happened?" he finished. Although his words were soft and sweet, a boiling curiosity and anger swelled deep within him.

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by **Sybil** 30th December 2017, 2:06 pm

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Re: Sting of Betrayal

by Sybil 30th December 2017, 2:06 pm

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Laying down and keeping her eyes glued to the cracked and cobweb-laced ceiling failed to aid the flow of tears Famine wanted to keep away. The back of her eyes still stung and wetness still ran off at the corners of her temples; upon the sides of her face. How unsightly this was she thought and how confused Ahote could be witnessing this ordeal. She sighed, deeply and heavily. Weeks worth of tension escaping her lungs.

Famine subtly winced, metallic digits were icy to the touch when they held her head in the bitting Hakobe air. Of course what she’d elaborated to the boy thus far wasn’t enough for Ahote understand. “We’ve been betrayed.” Famine muttered, air condensing in front of her lips. Stinging blue eyes blinked over to him. “Several of our friends have abandoned Basilisk Fang. Runaway.” She quipped, a hand shifting from clutching the pillow to reach out and pet his dark locks out of his eyes.

Famine wondered if he knew the weight of allegiance to Basilisk Fang. Why she was so strict to potential problem members, why she punished any quiver of questionable behavior in her members so harshly.

She thought if he knew what rouge members risked to their community, the security of this guild and their home. “This has happened before Ahote, but it was before your time.” She sighed to him. Memories of the consequences that came with Kanix’s betrayal passed behind her eyes like the unsteady and slight tear trickle. Bones and her guild were broken in seconds and she earned herself a whole month in solitary confinement in Era, death row she had no doubts about that. All because they pursued that damned woman to abolish the threat in the hometown of Fairy Tail. A guild she once loved.

Famine wondered what guild she’d be forced into conflict now to make sure the three rouge mages words and inside knowledge of the guild didn’t make it far.

“I don’t know if you quite understand the dangers rouge Basilisks have posed to the guild before, or what can come of this, Ahote…. but it’s nearly torn Basilisk Fang down before, nearly gotten all of us killed. I doubt that they’d refrain for the sake of anyone’s safety here now that they’ve abandoned the crest.”

They… Famine referred to them, not yet explaining who-- or why. Her only guess was it had to do with the information she found dug through in her office and in the smaller private library she kept in the back of the room. Digging through guild master archives meant they could have gotten any sum of information about Basilisk Fang including but not limited to previous masters whereabouts, tactics, her future plans, her next targets, and their guild spells.

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by **Ahote** 1st January 2018, 12:17 pm

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Re: Sting of Betrayal

by Ahote 1st January 2018, 12:17 pm

Ahote listened carefully to each and every word his mother uttered. Never had he ever felt more attentive and caring. The dust that would float about, the cold, chilly air the stone walls contained, never letting heat in. All feelings he was far too familiar left, but felt so disconnected from in being so close to his mother at that moment.

Ahote's eyes widened for only a moment in processing what Famine had muttered to him, topaz hues meeting her blue ones with the same softness he's always had. Betrayal? Runaways? Abandoned? He felt his heartbeat quicken and his blood rush to his face again, his mind jogged with thought and doubt. Betrayal? Traitors? I. . . who'd do such a thing? And why? Why abandon the security of this place? he pondered anxiously. He knew well of how Famine and the guild felt about traitors, but he simply couldn't relate to their feelings. He's never experienced the threat of it.

Famine would continue to elaborate on the situation, the history of it, but he would continue to be distracted in trying to figure it all out. Still, his eyes fixed to her and ears remained open for words. "I understand, Mom. I think I do. . ." his fleshed digits crawled to find her own, his once smaller ones now wrapping hers in close to equal size, perhaps larger. Who would've done this? Why? The questions rang in his head, over and over until finally something clicked.

Ahote's eyes sharpened into a glare, Ooh. . . I see. Now, who's important enough to leave my mother, my everything, reduced to this state of alcohol and stress?
Who hasn't been around for a few days, too. . .? he thought to himself. It was all so very clear now.

The raven haired youth began to snicker quietly, fingers wrapped tightly around her own with his metal ones returning to his face to hold his hair up. But despite his laughter, his lips kept their frown and his eyes were filled with hatred. "So. . . father and his attendants are the traitors? Oh, this is just great. The bastard of a man abandoned you, abandoned us. That proud, muscle for brains man." his laughter reduced to a hiss, topaz orbs returning to Famine's, "Mother, why do you stress over this so badly? I wouldn't put it beyond the cowards to speak of our whereabouts, but don't make such a face when we can prepare for those times." he lifted himself from her and and leaned over her, raven locks hanging down from his head as his body raised over her, "Never would I let anyone hurt you. I would die for you. My life, as well as everyone's who's remained, is yours.
Please do not fear what father may do. . . we wouldn't let it happen." Ahote whispered, leaning down to press his forehead against her own.

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by **Sybil** 24th January 2018, 9:29 pm

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Re: Sting of Betrayal

by Sybil 24th January 2018, 9:29 pm

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“No one needs to die for me, Especially you.” She explained to him quietly. Famine told this to her son not only because her mutual desire to keep him safe and sound and raise him intelligently --but because it was true. Dying was the last thing the maker mage was worried about considering what Eris had done to her. Famine took a moment to treasure Ahote’s closeness, the warmth of his hand gripped around her own icy one when her sat up over her. Azure hues looked up, scanning between him and how his dark hair hung down, how his forehead felt when it touched hers. It was easily the first time she’d actually felt loved in years. She cleared her throat when stuck on his devoted worlds “None of that...I’ll be around...for a long time.” Famine spoke briefly, not expanding the subject.

Famine found herself growing a little more anxious and made herself slide away against the glossy bedcover, pull out from under Ahote gently and sit back up on the edge of the bed. A hand coming to her forehead, her temples when she released Ahote’s as though she was trying to sooth some kind of a migraine and pat down her disheveled hair at the same time.

The whole topic was a headache and something to drink over…To sob a little when she was alone. Famine thought about how she should of been even stricter to Aioai when she let her in, so much more fear she could of instilled in the girl then she already would have--though, getting to that point would mean the complete abolishing of her humanity. It sounded more appealing by the second, give into sadistic tendencies… To treat any of her basilisks who’s loyalty she questioned as swine until they shaped up.

“Just know there were severe consequences the last time this happened.” Famine flinched when she saw the onslaught of images behind her eyelids, as though trying to avoid the harsh inevitable smack from Heero that knocked her into the dirt once upon a time. “All because of one damned woman…and the guild they’d fled too...”

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by **Ahote** 26th January 2018, 8:17 pm

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Re: Sting of Betrayal

by Ahote 26th January 2018, 8:17 pm

Ahote frowned when she would utter the words she did. Her independence was both a gift and a curse to him. Even in times she was broken and beaten to a state of alcohol and tears, she still refused to rely on others. But he could only imagine what she was going through. After all, who else was there to rely on? Sol and the others have fled with tails tucked between their legs, and after they fled, no others remained but the ones who depended on them. Basilisk Fang tip-toed on a fine line between disaster and panic, but it was his mother alone who bore the burden of the thought of that possibility.

The raven haired youth could not say anything. No words that would pass his lips could ease his distressed mother, but still she reassured him of their security in their home. Everything would be fine, but why did he still feel tingly across his body and a weight in his chest? Ahote knew that he and Famine were not equals, nothing but a parent and their child, but because of that bond is why he figured he'd never understand her as a woman and a significant other. He could never other stand how Famine the lover and the leader of the Basilisks must feel, only Famine the dependable mother. His expression darkened and body felt heavy.

Ahote would stare attentively at the brooding Famine as she rolled away from his affectionate grasp, sighing, "You know, Mom, you really are worrying too much. You look much more beautiful when you're smiling, even if it's quite a scary one," he chuckled, sliding over next to her, a grin stretching from ear to ear, "like this. See? Ahhhh. . . !" he demonstrated, a grin cracking his face. But no matter how wide his smile was, it always retained that softness he had when he was still a boy.

The boy giggled, resting his head on her shoulder, "Your body's as cold as always.
But I remember my little hands wrapping around yours, and even though it was cold, I felt a certain warmth in those hands. And I still feel it now. Nothing's changed." he spoke softly, honeyed words rolling off the tongue easily, "It's about time you start relying on me. . . if you give me a chance, I can be the only person you'll ever need. . ." he whispered, almost so quietly she wouldn't be able to hear him, topaz eyes sharp with resolve and determination. But with nothing but his heartbeat and her breaths killing the silence of the room, it would only be natural she'd make out what he's said, and what deep feeling he had connected to them.

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by **Sybil** 15th February 2018, 9:37 am

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Re: Sting of Betrayal

by Sybil 15th February 2018, 9:37 am

(ooc: forgive my absence that hiatus is still fairly relevant as I've been busy taking steps to apply for colleges. I couldn't even find the time to write you something better or even format. ): Do forgive me Leah, we can finish this thread and work on something else later on?)

“How …look Is hardly of concern to me.” Famine muttered, sounding a bit colder and calculating towards Ahote than she initially would have wanted

“You've always been the warm one, Ahote.” Carbon with a frosty under glow huffed from her lips in the chronic coolness of the room. His hands had always been the warm ones to her, even now when he rested his chin in the crook of her shoulder.

Since Famine’s encounter with Eris Famine’s life and the afterlife was forever changed…. Despite the lack of the siren’s appearances, her influences had been ever so strong on her body. Her heart only worked at a half beat, skin regenerated fatal wounds in minutes. If there was any consultation to her curse it was that she’d be around for Ahote for a very long time...Now, if only she could keep him around for an eternity as well.

“I could never need anything else more.” Famine said of Ahote

She looked across the room to the window and through the night and ebony gloss of the surface made out the reflection of her and Ahote. There were so many missing in the picture of her family, and now she saw the picture without Ahote there. Her fear of being all alone was settling in when she realized… He and the remaining fragments of this company were all that she had.

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