#lethargicvirt

❀ The Country of Forests, and it was really no surprise when there were tales of a violet haired monstrosity wondering its labyrinth attempting to create dolls.  While Zero hadnt a care for the “victims” persay, she did care about the emergence of another of her sisters, just so she knew their whereabouts...so they could be executed. 

Three changed not with the influence of the flower, she was creepy either way.  Her younger sister made her skin crawl, the way she laughed, her obsessive tendencies, her willingness to create dolls from her soldiers…As if on reflex to that very thought she would gently touch the hairpin she shared with Three… same style, same place…and she half wondered why the hell she felt a tinge sentimental about it? It was just some bullshit trinket that kept the hair out of her face.

Three had always been indifferent towards Zero, which made disposing of her violet themed sibling, a rather emotionless task.  Though when slaughtering ones own family you had to cast aside such silly emotions like guilt.  Zero had done so a long time ago, or maybe she never had any to begin with; Three seemed to understand something like that…in her own…eldritch way which would be littered in enigmatic riddles that Zero could never hope to unravel. For the most part Zero didnt even know what Three was saying, and it only proved to get on the elder utautai’s nerves. 

Placing her gauntleted hand on her hip she remained still as the stiff figure of a woman appeared.  The movements were doll like, awkward and reminiscent of a plaything, placed into unflattering poses by a young child. There was no mistaking that the woman before her was exactly the Intoner which Zero had been seeking. ❀