#shehunger

[ 師傅 } Shifu wasn’t sure what to make of the strange figure he found outside the Palace in the middle of the night, but until it gave him reason to believe it was a threat, he saw no reason to treat it as such.

❛      THAT’S    CONSIDERATE    OF    YOU     ;     WEARING    YELLOW.   ❜     supernatural   chime   rings   from   these   buds.         it’s   much   too   NATURAL   to   the   tongue ,   rolling   off   in   almost   perpetual  drawl.     voids    glancing    downward    to    a   curious    lil’    sight.    how   cruel   /   how   wicked.    he   will   wear   other’s   fear   like   a   necklace.         ❛     it's   all   the   better   to   detect   you   with.    ❜      

you don’t need them.  

       but, she does.  you don’t need them. 

     but, she wants them. 

           they were all she had, when flesh was stripped from skeleton, and bones were laid bare.  she came from nothing ; she was nothing.  conscripted early to a cause she couldn’t understand at thirteen, wandering into the hungry jaws of the MONSTERS seeking only a place to belong.  raised in the arms of ferocious beasts that hunger for destruction and death, the great pestilence on the world. 

            it became all she knew.  her mind, her body -- what remained of a tattered soul -- all was given to them, for them.  those twin entities, those dual horrors upon mankind.   and they loved her, oh,  how they loved her.  showering her with graciousness and gifts, MORTEM  gifted her speech and PLAGA,  a home in a body, a bosom to embrace, a shoulder to cry on. 

              she did need them, somewhere in her body.  she was a girl with hollow bones and paper thin skin, and how the smallest tragedies could tear her apart.  six was not the first, to put into her mind how they were not needed.  how they were not the bond for her aching joints, how they did nothing to keep her from splitting in two. the MAD jester thought the very same, wanted her loyalty, all she could give for their nefarious purpose.  

             she wanted them, because she knew without them, she was an empty girl.  not once had she lived for herself, had she done something in her best interest.  their love became an obsession, their happiness was her every prayer.  without the twins -- without the cult -- she would be back to where she had first been.  a frightened girl, in a world she could not understand, with nary a friend to her name. 

                                                     and, she simply couldn’t accept that.  

   the   five   senses.   -   @shehunger