#burn.

[OPEN ROLEPLAY

(trigger warning right here because holy shit it is descriptive. gore and some other good stuff. if you got tagged especially fox just know that this is in her dreams and nothing he says is real in this. anyway don’t worry guys she will be A-OKAY AFTER THIS! probably.) @rosedawolf

Ell returned to the forest, her scythe perched against what was left of a tree stump. She exhaustedly picked it up, her fingers tightening around it so it wouldn’t slip out of her grasp.

As she began to make her way back, she began to feel off. Her steps began heavier, more frantic. Her heart pounded against her chest insistently. Where was it. Where was the path? She tried to retrace her steps, but to no avail, no avail at all. I need to get out of here. Even though there was none, she felt a silhouette behind her.

Ellenor’s head began to spin, causing her to loose track of her trail. She began to violently cough, collapsing to the tall grass as blood trickled down her clothing. An aggressive yell echoed through the forest, not realizing it came from her own throat. Ell clenched at her scythe desperately, dragging it towards her side. Fighting to stay awake, she tried to push herself up with her weapon, but accidentally made a clean chop off a part of her horn.

“Fuck!” Her eyes widened in pain, writhing on the ground until she had tired herself out. With the strength she could muster, Ell pushed her back against a tree and began to doze off.

Everything went to black.

@soriyafuq

As Ell blinked her eyes open, there she was. Artemis stood there, that poor smile moments before the incident.

“WAIT!” She had tried to exclaim, but nothing came out of her mouth. The bombs went off, the gasps and screams emerging from the crowd around. Blood splattered around the premises that was once Artemis.

nononononononotagainplease

As the others ran up to the injured goddess, she stood there, frozen, preoccupied in her own horror. Then she sprinted down the steps, eventually tumbling down, the guilt overwhelming her mind.

Why couldn’t I do anything to save her? Why?

Embodying the beauty of fallen dreams.

Her consciousness blinked, again.

This time there was black. All black. Nothingness for miles and eternity.

Ell began to walk forward, still captivated by the relapse of the final trial. She began to lament, before stopping dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights.

Fog scattered around the area, Selene standing in the middle of the madness. Petrified for a moment, Ell then sprinted forward with open arms, wanting to pull her into an embrace. But, no matter how much she ran, she couldn’t reach her. Her sister only seemed to appear farther away each time she got even remotely close.

Once she had finally reached her, pulling her into her arms, she realized that Selene was gone.

She had been gone.

Blinding eyes appears everywhere she looked, staring at her menacingly.

I’m not good enough. I will never be good enough.

Lay your head down to rest.

Ellenor wrapped her arms over her own eyesight, shielding her from the intense stares.

As she slowly removed them, she found herself elsewhere.

@foxthewall

A familiar friend. A feel of safety. She found herself in a coffee shop with Fox Wallis. They sat at a table together. Ellenor examined his friendly demeanor and expression, but something felt off. She took a swig of her coffee and glanced around at the eerily quiet cafe.

“I-… I should go.”

He didn’t respond. He just kept… looking.

Ell pushed herself to her feet, removing eye contact as she edged toward the door.

She paused.

“…Hello? Fox?”

No response.

Just as Ell opened the door, that was when he stood up, slowly inching closer.

He mumbled something she couldn’t quite comprehend:

“Blfi hgfyylim mzgfiv droo gzpv blf mldsviv yfg blfi wvnrhv.”

“What?”

“Gsviv droo yv mlmv gl yoznv yfg blfihvou.”

“I don’t understand.”

She backed up and ran out of the door, leading her back to there.

Ambition. Allow it to lead you foward.

Her tense mind wrapped around the various smiling faces of chattering people. She walked forward in a daze, the target standing out like an eyesore.

“Hello?” She said, that menacing but welcoming expression only serving as a factor to Pheonix’s motive.

She tried to hold back, but the words slipped off her tongue. Phoenix remembered every little detail. “You must be Erica? Erica Wilm?” Her faced flooded with anxiety, eyes darting frantically around. There was no exit. The event was too crowded with people.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Pheonix smirked. “Ah, well, may I ask you to come with me? I’d like to know some more about you. We’ll share a drink. It’s on me.” The target hesitantly agreed, following her steps. The plan should role out perfectly, and, if not, she had other ideas, too. Pheonix brought the two of them to a private table. The event seemed to be serving food and drinks as well.

“So, anything you wanted to speak with me specifically about?”

Pheonix began to fabricate lies on the spot. “Oh, not much.. you are quite the pretentious person. I’m surprised there’s not that many fawning back there.”

“I’m flattered.”

A waiter came nearby, the light illuminating his occupied manners.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked, his rushed eyes scanning the table for any refills of their waters.

“No, thank you.” Pheonix dissmissively shooed him away, not allowing the target to even make eye contact with him. Her eyes turned to her, “Erica, why don’t you grab us some menus? She nodded with a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was fine. It would be over soon. Meanwhile, she edged over to the target’s side of the table and began to stir the poison in stealthily, quickly rushing back over as she saw her begin to approach. The target passed Pheonix one of the menus. She began to raise her glass of water. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.” The two of their glasses met in a clinking embrace. She took a sip of her water and watched the dehydrated target take a swig of hers.

It wasn’t long before the target began to cough and sputter. “Erica? Are you alright?” She edged forward in her chair, trying to hide the pleasure of success flowing through her mind. She didn’t respond. She kept coughing. Just as her poor body had gone limp, Ellenor heard frightening words emerge from her dying mouth.

“Are you sorry? Will you ever face the consequences?”

And then it was gone.

Ell groggily awoke, blood rushing to her head. She felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Looking down, she had seen the clear stab wound created from her scythe. Ell leaned her head black, slamming it against the oak, grunting. She was too tired to take care of it. Blood pooled in a circle around her. Her eyes burned with a fierce tolerance of her current state. I’m not going to let up.

“Damn it..” she muttered, harshly.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps near. She grabbed her scythe, laboriously pulling herself to her feet as her organs churned within her. It was pathetic to be seen like this. She glanced around and hid behind it, her eyes relentlessly scanning the area for passerby’s.

you look at him and tell me there's a single thought about safety in that half a braincell of his