Otae, you’re making Mama Bat depressed. Its hard enough she can even see her pup but to think he may be going through that but unable to do anything about it or them..
Laquellora stood over the water of the pool, watching her reflection shimmer below, transparent, emotionless.. Was this how she appeared? Really, it shouldn’t be much of a surprise considering who she was but I guess when you don’t see your own reflection for so long, you tend to forget what you looked like to the world.
Though being what you are was something very hard to forgot. She watch the reflection of her hand reach up to her jacket to unzipped the top of it, exposing that familiar hollow hole she sometimes trace over and over a hundred times.
A void in her chest. No heart laid within beating. No heart, no warmth.. She had grown cold once again. All the feelings, the emotions and warmth.. It sapped from her. Everything she gain in this world, family, friends, emotions.. It was slowly being taken from her and it wouldn’t be long till she was just cold once again.
Back to being a hollow that she was. To not feel..anything after feeling something for so long was..strange.
Her hand withdrew from her hollow hole, resting at her side once more. How did it feel again to not feel anything? What was it like? To be withdrawn from the world, to not care, to not feel? Could she revert back to it? Even though she was? She wasn’t sure herself. Maybe se should find out, wasn’t like she hadn’t anything to lose, most of the things she had once considered precious to her was almost all gone. Her family..her emotions.
Suddenly her body plunged into the water with barely a splash, clothes quickly weighing her down with the water it soaked up, inky jet of black hair swirling around her as her arms floated, just feeling so weightless. Was this what it was like again? To not feel anymore? It almost felt..good.
Pallid green eyes open, seeing the shimmer of moonlight dance along the stone walls of the pool before glancing up to see the disorient shape of the moon, stretching back and forth, undoing it’s circular shape. Her black hair floated above, almost obstructing the view from her sight.
Feet press against the floor, shooting herself up, using her arms to help propel herself up through the water, breaking through the surface. The weight instantly came crashing back, feeling heavy after feeling so weightless for sometimes. That’s how emotions felt, feeling. No wonder hollows couldn’t feel, no wonder their hearts were ripped out, no wonder instincts ruled.
No wonder their humanity was stripped away only to leave a monster behind.
No wonder..
Staring at the moon, Laquellora slowly began to sink back into the water, shoulders quickly submerged then her neck, soon it was up to her jaw, lips, over her nose, her vision blurred slightly as they were underwater, before fully submerging.
Pools of black ink sway in the water, giving it a murky affect before soon it too was sucked deeper into the pool.
“The pup grew up. He grew up and realized that he needed to stop playing around and do what needed to be done. Fate has…it’s torn Edge and his child apart. The child is going to grow up wondering why his father didn’t love him enough to stay! He’ll grow up just like I did, and he’ll remain bitter until the very end!” The whole truth comes out, the fear that the fox has for his nephew. That he’ll end up like his uncle, bitter and cold, hidden behind a false mask of happiness and good cheer. Looking for an excuse to take out his rage on something, anything, while still holding to his morals. But those morals have begun to break down, the mask is crumbling from his exposure to the Void. “I won’t allow it…I won’t allow another child to grow up feeling like his father never cared, growing to resent either his father, himself, or his mother in the process!”
Laquellora sighed before pulling Zoru close to her so his chin was resting on her shoulder. “He has a mother that loves him, an uncle that cares for him. He won’t grow up bitter and alone as long as his family tells him how much his father loves him…” She nuzzle the fox gently. “You need to believe that Edge’s child won’t grow up that way, that he’ll grow up just fine even without his father to guide him.”
She rub a hand down his back gently in soft circles. “This is Edge’s child, he’ll grow up fine, strong and okay. You need to stop worrying about what he may become and think about getting in there and guide him to become a strong young adult, yes? That is what you should be doing, not going on and abandoning him as well.”
“We can decide our own fates! I have no destiny, no great purpose or fate, and look at me! I refuse to believe that Fate has given any of you to me! It was me…it was my own strength that gave me the family I never had! I didn’t need a mother or father growing up! I gained family through my own power, my own choices! To hell with Fate!” He clenches his fists harder, nails digging into his palms and causing thin lines of blood to drip onto the ground. “I don’t care about anyone else but my family…everyone else…they don’t matter!”
“yes, look at you. Look at what you’ve become.. angry.” She move to kneel in front of him, running her fingers through his hair. “Where is my pup that was always so meddlesome? And playful?” She whisper quietly. “Maybe Fate didn’t give you to us, but it surely showed you a way to us, didn’t it?” She sighed. “Every child needs a mother, a father growing up Zoru. Unless you are a cold hard being like a hollow, every child needs that warmth when they are young.”
“I know you mean well to protect us pup, but destroying everything and anything that threaten us isn’t always the answer. You are going to set the balance off and instead of saving us, you are going to damn us to something horrible.” She cup his face. “Look at me Zoru. You need to let this go before it drives you any more madder then what that Void couldn’t do. I want you here with us, you have been gone for so long and i’m already losing enough pups..”
“Even you…even you are going to stand in my way!?” He drops to one knee, gritting his teeth hard enough to make his vision go blurry, clenching one hand against the ground in anger. “I don’t care…I don’t care about what I unleash…for the sake of the people I care about, I would open the Void itself!” But still, his strength has been sapped by that blow. His nerves are on fire, and nausea wells up in his stomach.
“Yes, if it means protecting you. I will.” She stood over him, not out of dominance, but more of a mother dealing with her child. “You do care, Zoru and if you kill Fate and unleash something much worse upon us, you’ll spend ages beating yourself up over it, wishing you never condemn us to a world were we don’t get a second chance or a world were there is not Fate to bring us together because that’s what it did to you, no?”
“Didn’t Fate bring you to Otae? To us?” She sigh quietly. “You are so focus on the negative side that you forget even having Fate around has positives. Sometimes, things play out for a reason Zoru. You may be God now, but it doesn’t give you the right to rip out other people’s Fate. What if there’s a child out there waiting for a family? If you rip Fate away, then you could rip that child’s fate on meeting such a family. Instead that child will grow up, cold and all alone never knowing what it would be like to have a mother’s gentle touch or a father’s embrace.”
His image blurs as she hauls him up, becoming incorporeal and simply slipping right out of her grasp before turning solid once again, standing several feet away. “I won’t be stopped. Destiny…Fate…I reject them. I’ve been outside of Fate’s influence since my last death, my destiny is my own! This world…I won’t allow Fate to keep it shackled any longer. If sacrifices have to be made to do so, then so be it.”
Not quick enough. She was behind in in a snap then snap a hand out, hitting the back of his neck hard to knock him out. “No pup. This is something you simply cannot just slaughter like a wild animal. Fate is part of the world just like you and I. To kill it, you unleash something worse.”
As much as she would love to have her beloved youngest back among them, she didn’t want anything happening to Edge. If Fate was allowing him to live, then she would rather have him alive even with his shackles. At least he was alive..
“So what… do you think… occurred, then, for me to smell of him?”
“That is impossible. Why would I smell of him?” How could she not tell, if she did?
“What… do you mean?”
