Three Brief Passages

__PASSAGE ONE;

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Click.  Click.  Click.
The sussurus of clanking heels against mahogany, wooden boards crescendoed to a growling of thunder before shrivelling to a murmur a latter time.
Minutes later.
Click.  Click.  Click.
Hushed.  Louder.  Thunderous.  Cowering.  Gone.
That rhythm of heels always swelled tantalizingly near the locked room, but never did Najaira's desire triumph to where that wretched witch would open the blessed door to allow light to filter into the cold room cloaked by opaque blackness.  The adolescent myvrix could no longer differentiate when her eyes were opened and closed: For there was not a sliver of conspicuous contrasts in the weight of inflicted light.
Dad directly told you to stay away from the humans, she hissed to herself internally, the words distateful in her mind.  And what do you do?  Go right to the humans.
Najaira knew it as to her fault, her failure to evade capture when curiosity had driven her much too near the den owned by the small clan of humans.  She now hadn't a clue what they were to do with her.  After that tall, wispy lady with the black fur on her head (whom Najaira had assumed was the alpha female of the human collection she'd discovered, courtesy her domineering aplomb) slammed the etal cage down upon her, she recalled tossing the cage pungently into the rear of a colossal, shining beast, blackness overpowering her immediately.  Moments afterward she'd heard a slam, similar to that of when the human female had pushed down the beast's jaws to veil her in this darkness, then a brobdingnagian roar and a rumble, one that had forced Najaira's stomach to twist into itself.  The floor of her cage had quivered as if an earthquake was prowling near, and it only worsened as time yawned on.  She had been entirely uneducated on what had been occurring, but finally it had come to an abrupt halt, and a mumble of new commotion manifested, proceeding into suddenly opening up a world of light again.  Primally Najaira had been relieved to see daylight, but the horror of seeing that flat-faced, up-walking female again had instantaneously surmounted the reief, kicking her heartbeat forward once more.  She'd cowered to the back of her cage, wrapping her tail around her torso, hackles rising but too petrified to hiss.  The human had then clasped the handle of the iron container, a tall male followed by their duo of offspring, also male, melting out of the shining beast she'd been swallowed by, only to be regurgitated into this witch's hands again.  She'd then been taken into the humans' den of red rock, ending up in the room she was in now- full of wood promiscuously spread about along with various human belongings Najaira could not construe, anything and everything doused heavily in dust and darkness.  When she'd, within her cage still, been deposited here, the woman had then left her abandoned- but her two kits evidently wanted otherwise.  They'd poked her and palpated her with their fleshy paws, each time Najaira frantically lunging toward them with flailing fangs and claws, but always barely missing as the boys retaliated by receding quicker than her endeavoured attack.  But alas, the myvrix had finally prevailed, sending the littlest kitten screeching out of the dark room for its mother.  Its brother had scowled venomously, kicking the cage, sending both it and Najaira sprawling across the floor, leaving her in vertigo as the boy had left after his sibling.  A few minutes grew before the tall female returned, a contraption held in her petite paw.  She'd rudely srayed Najaira with it, soaking her long fur with a cascade of water that left her drenched.  The human had then stormed away, slamming the door behind her.  Ugh, that witch!  Despicible little rat! Najaira had snarled.  Doesn't even know how to drink her water!
A few hours had passed to where Najaira was now: Trapped in this wretched cage without the slightest clue of how to escape to confide in.
Her ear twitched.
She suddenly realized she wasn't as desolate as she had thought.
That noise... what had that been?  It almost sunded like a... oh rubbish, it couldn't be.  There was no way this situation could possible condenscend to much worse.  No way.
She heard it again.
Reluctantly, anxiously, Najaira looked around to fathom her environment.  Over a heap of rubble, she identified movement- and a cage very much lke her own, but perhaps a bit larger.  Narrowing hereyes, she looked deeper.  A creature, annorexic with hunger and defiled with the filth of dirt, lied inside the cage, trying to haul itself up with trembling limbs.  She the pathetic thing over.
Oh great heavens... it really is a rhoyquin!
But her heart welled with guilty sympathy.
But... he looks so sick...
Really sick.
A myvrix, feeling pity for a rhoyquin... oh, wouldn't the gods love to hear that one.
But then again, the princess wasn't exactly your... average myvrix.

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__PASSAGE TWO;

- Opening post to one of my role-play groups, Bonhams.  As a warning, this does contain some mild profanity and violence/gore.
Tahi was scared. The day had spawned the resolution of tragedy. His schziphrenic father had embedded the nails of his thumbs into Cecelia's throat, impaling the windpipe and bringing his psychopathic mate's life to its debacle. Tahi had gotten used to his parents fighting for absolutely no reason besides their shared mental insanities, but he never would have imagined Amadeus, his father, murdering his mother. Or his siblings- Halee, Mary-Kate, Lizabell, and Samahai. Only two weeks after they were born. Tahi had witnessed his father sever the life of Mom, witnessed it right before his very eyes. Insane Amadeus had then abandoned the body, going right for his young children. Tahi was petrified to stone- he hadn't been able to move as Amadeus came toward them, obviously intent on killing them. Tahi had finally animated and flew from the burrow, only fourteen days of age. He was terrified... This horror had blinded his vision, and he unintentionally had rammed into Clifford, "Cliff", his older brother. Cliff had faced him, asking in a deep, rumbling tone, "Wha'd'you want, kid?" he'd inquired with hard amber eyes.
Tahi had wailed in returned, "Mama, Daddy killed Mama! Sissy's are gonna be gone too!"
Cliff had sighed in response to this. He was not taken by surprise... you had a schizophrenic father and a psychopath for a mother, what could you possibly expect? He'd led Tahi back into the burrow, to where they found Amadeus eating his deceased children. Tahi was embraced to his leg, shaking, but Cliff's visage had been that of entirely unphased. This wasn't very new. "Dad, you moron!" he'd spat.
Amadeus lifted his head in reply to this with a confused sound affect, his lips dripping blood and eyes wild as a tempest. He'd stared at Cliff and then Tahi, a feral hunger in his gaze... Tahi immediately cowered further, whimpering. He had truly expected Amadeus to come at him... but he was wrong. Out of nowhere, Amadeus shrieked in rage of himself, whirling around to repeatedly hammer his paw into the wall and scream ineligably, beating his own hand bloody and bruised as he wailed and roared. Terrified, Tahi whined and whipped around, running outside and far from the burrow to hide behind a large rock. He hugged himself tightly, allowing himself to sob... this was no life for him- it was hell. And it only worsened when Amadeus had shown again, attacking Tahi, and ended up ripping off half of the flesh on the left side of his face. Amadeus left after that, and Tahi quickly collapsed into unconsciousness with the agony. Only minutes after, Amadeus was in a seperate chamber of the burrow, basically losing his mind all over again; he loved his children, he really did, but with just how severe his issues were... this was difficult to show.
If it weren't for Cliff, Tahi would've most certainly died. Cliff had found his younger brother- and his missing flesh- and had skillfully sewn it back onto Tahi's face as he remained dwelling in unconsciousness. When Tahi awoke he was quivering and numb, Clifford still at his side. The young pup was confused, but when he felt his face, he saw everything was normal- well... exclude the stitches-, so he mildly relaxed. Still, the whole trauma had him scarred... He thanked Cliff shyly, who replied bluntly, "Ah, it's nothing, kid."


But all of that was earlier in the day. It was dusk now. Amadeus was screaming far into the burrow, a haunting lullaby for the ears of little Tahi, held in Cliff's arms.
"Well maybe the bitch deserved it," Jeremy said. "She got on everyone's nerves anyway," he continued, regarding his mother's death.
Cliff just shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Dad's far more psycho than she is, you know."
"Then maybe they should both be ridden of life," Jeremy growled.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
The silence that grew between the group of Bonhams allowed the music of raindrops to sing loudly. It was a raging storm outside, pelting down sheets of rain, water that seeped into the burrow a bit from its mouth. The storm frightened Tahi. The thunder sounded as if an aerial earthquake was rippling through the sky, and the rain hissed like a cobra.
He was shaking as if the storm had soaked his insides, quivering in the grip of his brother. His eye hurt. It was the aftermath of his father ripping through his flesh, manifesting a combustion of pulsing pain. The worst day of his life, this one. Although... it appeared all his days were hauled straight up from Hell.
The silence finally ended. "Well, I'm leaving tomorrow when this stupid storm stops. I'm sure there must be some place with more entertainment than this shit..." Jeremy complained.
Cliff rose his shoulders and allowed them to fall in a shrug, a response to his younger brother. "Do as you wish," he replied.
Tahi wished he could run away, too.

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__PASSAGE THREE;

- A role-play post with Jaw and a few members of his family on his fourth birthday.  A warning for this one, too- contains some profanity and gore.
Ever heard a mute scream like that? Well Ozzi did. Rell knows she did. Like the most intense of banshees, she screeched loud enough to raise the dead from their graves. Ruby had yet to met her granddaughter so did not recognize this agonized cry, but Jaw? He did, and stupidly abandoned the cane he so desperately needed assistance from yet again in less than the heartbeat he no and bolted as far as his broken limbs would carry him. He, for once karma twisting and smiling upon him, did not have to run long to discover the body of his daughter on the ground, clutching her eye and sobbing- for the first time in her life.
"Baby, what happened, what's wrong?!" Jaw asked, shaking from the torment that plagued his limbs but even more heavily responsible was the fear for his child that caused his tearglands to tremble.
Ozzi offered no vebal response- well, she was a mute- but her cries, and she would not lift her paw that tourniqueted the flow of blood that pulsed from her eye into the open, thus forbidding Jaw's peripheral vision to see. With huge hand shaking he gently clasped his daughter's hand, choking out, "Precious, you have to move your paw so Daddy can see..."
Ozzi obeyed, her sobs crescendoing as she released the horror that had been priorly shielded to the chill air. Her right eye was done. Gone. Never would she see from such a disaster again- the organ no longer existed. A scarlet pool wallowed where her eye had once been, the crimson hemoglobin cascading down her face in a grotesque torrent of blood and puss. A tang of black tinged the heinous mess, opaque dark scars already littering the area of this assault, hence denoting only one nemesis: Rajaeh. He had deprived his own neice of her eye. Simply for not even one different reason but for walking via innocence, unintentionally intercepting her uncle's path.
An inferno of irate ignited in the pit of Jaw's stomach. Again his family had been hurt. Again. In the paws of that wretched bastard that was his diabolical sibling. He cursed once, shaking his head in fury. He swore again, louder. Again and again he roared that same curse, shrieking it in inexplicible, inconceivable spite, each time of greater volume and disdain. That fool was dead. He'd rip his fucking trachea right out of his filthy neck for all he cared, he was dead! Turning to his mother he said through seething fury, "Please watch Ozzi; do anything you can to make this bleeding stop..."
And next he turned to Bloodclaw. "Please just stay here, and I'll be back. I don't want him to hurt you."
He had no idea it would be someone entirely else who would harm her today...