The Calling of the Dark Tides

Chapter Four: Gorey Demise

Èva clawed at the top of her head. Her eyes stayed upon the rather loud Cub. "No... I couldn't..." Èva said quietly. But as the wailing continued Èva could not control her mind any more. If the crying did not end soon Èva would sadly aim for the Kill of a helpless cub. But as it droned on... And on... And on... Èva broke at last. She pulled we claws away from her head standing up. She slowly paced towards the 'cub'. Licking her muzzle she was ready to go for the Kill. Nothing more seemed prettier to her than to see that loud Cub dead. Snarling loudly she lunged at the Cub. Pinning it down before trying to use her claws to rip the cub apart.

Of course the illusion became more and more vivid as the negativity spiraled out of control from the lioness, the vile spirit kept tumbling around making everything so delicately real for her. As the cub was pounced on blood fired back splattering in a very cold display across the felines muzzle, the cub painfully was shredded part....

The wailing however continued, on the outside of the illusion an actual cub had just ben merciouslessly killed. The pride members became very alarmed and enraged starting to circle the female....

Slowly, the sickly pride faded into view as the voice returned. "Tsk tsk... you were not quick enough Eva.... its ok... you can do it again, you can do it so much more... its all your fault anyways. All of this is your fault... give in to what you really want." The black mist continued to block out the reality of the situation forcing the lioness to see what was actually only in her head....

She stared at the other felines. Her pupil dilated at this point. What little sanity she had at first was fading as she began to laugh hysterically. "Shut up... Shut it... I will make you suffer more if you don't hush." Èva cackled. Her eyes darted around at one of the other felines. She had little to no control of her mind. Everything that was happening was no longer something she thought about. Which ever one she managed to get to first would enjoy having their throats out as she waited to attack. She had a deranged grin upon her muzzle before she went running towards another. This feline just looked like the cub crying to her. But unlike the first time, she went for the neck.

Over and over again the pride was moving in to attack her, blood painting the ground now began sticky and wet unlike the original red version this one moved like thick water. It seemed to rain crimson with every attack the lioness bared though none of them really seemed like too much of a challenge for her. Of course the spirit had to make this easy, if her victim wore herself out there was no more to feed on. Her venom like web structure was already doing its job as the sickly lions seemed to fall with each killing blow to the neck, one after another... after another. "That's it... make them suffer.... make them understand that you belong to no one..." The spirit watched to see if her words sparked any more memory's while the blood shed viciously continued, black talons scraping across the reality as her tendrils of malleolus nature formed across the crevice of the mind within the lion. What ever shall a creature like this heartless bitch do except for tarring apart the soul little by little...

As Èva tore through the pride she couldn't help but to enjoy this. It was the past her though. She didn't want to be that Èva anymore. The one who so dearly wanted to slaughter Reika and Raion in his weaker state. The lioness seemed to be in her own universe right now. One where she was truly leader. Killing all who stood in her way. Thought those two kept coming to mind. Especially now that the 'lion' near her said it. She truly wanted to prove to them that  she was not the one to play with. She hated them so much that that seem didn't harm her.