I'm still standing better than I ever did (nifty)
Sept 11, 2019 16:43:27 GMT -6
Post by gingerluna on Sept 11, 2019 16:43:27 GMT -6
Sea was alive. In their camp. And Honey hadn't made any kind of peace with it.
She understand why Elektra and Lady had made the decision, she truly did, and some part of her almost agreed with it. Killing an enemy in cold blood was wrong. Honey didn't disagree, but there was no way to tell that to the visceral, scorching rage the mere scent of the she-cat awoke within her. Honey hadn't known hatred like this until she'd seen Belle's blood on Sea's paws, and she hadn't understood justice until she'd watched Angel be ripped to pieces by the pack. Her anger grown so close to being fully sated, she'd been so, so close to being able to move on, but no. Sea was alive, and here, and Honey couldn't accept it.
Honey's injuries were healing, and she'd been instructed to lie still by Leta, but as soon as she was able to move, she'd insisted upon seeing Sea. And she'd been allowed to - walked right up to the den entrance by her father. It was so strange, in a sickening, infuriating sort of way. Sea was right here, before her, and Honey couldn't kill her. All she could do was make her suffer. For now, that'd have to be enough.
She crept down into the long, abandoned badger set outside camp, pausing as the den opened up. She could barely see Sea in the dim light. With a flash of fear, she remembered another den, another prisoner. Her claws dug into the dirt.
"So," she called, wondering if Sea was interested in having any semblance of a conversation with her. "You're alive. Despite my best efforts, I assure you."
She understand why Elektra and Lady had made the decision, she truly did, and some part of her almost agreed with it. Killing an enemy in cold blood was wrong. Honey didn't disagree, but there was no way to tell that to the visceral, scorching rage the mere scent of the she-cat awoke within her. Honey hadn't known hatred like this until she'd seen Belle's blood on Sea's paws, and she hadn't understood justice until she'd watched Angel be ripped to pieces by the pack. Her anger grown so close to being fully sated, she'd been so, so close to being able to move on, but no. Sea was alive, and here, and Honey couldn't accept it.
Honey's injuries were healing, and she'd been instructed to lie still by Leta, but as soon as she was able to move, she'd insisted upon seeing Sea. And she'd been allowed to - walked right up to the den entrance by her father. It was so strange, in a sickening, infuriating sort of way. Sea was right here, before her, and Honey couldn't kill her. All she could do was make her suffer. For now, that'd have to be enough.
She crept down into the long, abandoned badger set outside camp, pausing as the den opened up. She could barely see Sea in the dim light. With a flash of fear, she remembered another den, another prisoner. Her claws dug into the dirt.
"So," she called, wondering if Sea was interested in having any semblance of a conversation with her. "You're alive. Despite my best efforts, I assure you."
