The Calling of the Dark Tides

Chapter Nine: Curtain Call

She wasn't satisfied at all. She instead felt the polar opposite. It was biting her back as usual. She hating when she got so violent that she harmed anyone hat came to mind. Sitting down she stared at the male. "I hope you like hell." She said softly to him. He was till her father. Maybe is she remembered her younger years he was nice to her. But he was no longer going to be able to even say if he had his own regrets. Her Violet gaze looked up towards the dawning Sky. Morning was just what she needed to clear her mind...

There the laid the Tigon completely spent, laying in a pool of her own filth only to feel Eva finally retreat... she was going to die here... just like this. She could feel the tears mixing with her blood which she could taste through her gapped muzzle...

Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?

Cober remained completely still barely breathing, hearing her his face suddenly twisted into a sickening smile. His voice was so crystal clear and it lacked every emotion, even the tone of it was colder than the morning air. "You'll want to join me there after your realize just what you have done...."

The spirit was far satisfied with the outcome, her black webs were now woven around the soul of the dying female and now for the final delight. Her black mist began to dissipate finally allowing things to unwind the illusion so to speak.... 

Beside Eva Cober laid still with that haunting smile across his face, Miya on the other hand began to fade into the wind while the Cober seemed to be doing the same... to an extent... His form still laid there but it seems bits of his 'outer' shell were turning into dust into the wind. The blood held a sickening shine as it seemed to grow in size of the pool that was beneath him spreading across the ground to where Eva now sat.

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out,
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"

Èva sat there staring at the male. "Shut up and die." She growled. The femme watched as it all faded away. She sat there still in the bloody mess she had created. It would seem foolish to her now but she could say little about this. What was going to come of her? She had to fix herself up before even attempting to return home. She seemed to soon become prettified at the sight. So much blood. Too much for her mind. Her body began to shake as she laid down. "This is not you. You are not Cober... This is not you... You are a good lioness who kills none." She said to herself trying to make herself believe that.

"How does betrayal taste?" Was the last words he ushered as the dust of orange fur continued to fade off into the air revealing a smaller outline underneath, the mane fading away into nothingness. There beneath the vale laid a very exhausted tigon who no longer could bare sight to the world as both her eyes had been gouged. She laid in a very large puddle of her own blood baring every scratch... every bite mark... and every claw mark left by the encounter. With the sun rising higher across the terrain her features became more and more apparent. Stripes decorated her fur beneath the blood stained pelt, a now gaping loss of fur where her skin was ripped off upon her back. She was barely breathing, claw marks every which way into the ground around her being proving she had been fighting under the illusion but did not prevail. Her throat clawed open across the grass, she was choking for air.... The crimson liquid painted a perfect portrait over the grass, across the sand, the rocks, even upon Eva's pelt as well.

Èva stood there stunned at the sight. What had she done. She backed up some. She had done what she never wanted to happen. The poor Lioness could not even keep her head straight again. "Eve..." She had been the one Èva solely  trusted in. And now Èva could see the end of it. Their whole relationship gone because she had so foolishly lost control of herself. She felt the tears streaming again. She felt like she was useless to her mate now. "I am so stupid." She cried before trying to clean the wounds she had placed upon the tigon. She knew what she needed to do but she needed help. "Jinx.." Her tone was so quiet. So broken. "Jinx!" She yelled hopping her mother would come to her side.  Èva was frantic at this point. She had to Save Eve. If she didn't, Èva felt like she had no reason left to live herself. She did not deserve to live at all. "I'm sorry..." Èva cried pressing her head into the Tigon's shoulder. She deserved to be rejected. She deserved all punishment. But she could not see another dawn without her beloved.

The tigon spoke not a word as she was only barely holding on with her throat slashed open, no one seemed to hear the screams of the lioness as those who were around were all lay wasted by the same lioness. Even with the aid of her beloved, life never felt so cold...



And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...