#carminic

               𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫.  trapped,  sealed into dormancy as if she were a great beast who needed to be tamed and pressed beneath the weight of filthy,  sullied thumbs.  no matter the time that passes,  the memory remains as vivid and fresh as if it were only yesterday she was wrought from her slumber,  awaken to change the tides of war,  once again,  as if she were a beast to be weaponized and controlled for someone else’s cause.  humans . . . they are hopeless.  they must always subjugate one another,  toy with each other like feeble pawns.  syndra has been witness to betrayal of the greatest degree  —  no longer.  there are countless others that yet remain,  poor wretches she has yet to punish for their crimes.  until their spirits are returned unto the earth,  and with them the magic that coils deep within their marrow,  she cannot rest,  will will not have full control.

   AND WHOSE FANGS ARE THE SHARPEST, THOSE OF A MORTAL MAN WROUGHT OF UNFORGIVING STEEL OR THOSE OF A BEAST CRUELLY IMPRISONED IN A VESSEL OF FLESH AND BONE  ?  Neither fear or panic is allowed to nestle in the arteries and ventricles of her lamentably wilted heart: its beats, now much faster and much more violent than usual, are in fact naught but the almost palpable evidence of the euphoria that currently courses through her gilded veins. THE SHE-FOX SMILES, the kind of smile that would easily curse saints and mend broken hearts  (  before breaking them once more  )  .   ❝  Are you lost  ?  ❞  

@carminic / opinion of my portrayal