[Requiem] Ceridwyn

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She ran through the forest, leaping logs, spinning around trees, pacing her own stamina.

What are you running from?

Memory of a ferocious childe who called herself a monster, flickered across her mind, hiding under tables…. Once upon a time Tara had been her.

How did I become… this? Tame? Unable to speak my convictions, control…. Half a person…. No…

Not
A
Predator.

Rage boiled through her blood, as faces flickered across her eyes, Tara, the new one, Davion, the new prince, Nicolette, such a sense of loss, even though she knows it’s the right thing, Dr Harker, a sense of … kinship of ideal, for all their differences.

And someone who challenged her with every smile, every posture…. How very intriguing Her his? Grace was….

She came to a pause, at the edge of a ravine.

Antonio.

We are monsters

The ritual.
Something that must be a threat to us.
Or at least something we must understand.

We need a research group, a think tank. Not a crone one, but across the board.

Blood swelled through her, want, rage, fire…. She longed to give it its freedom, and yet she knew she could not…..

She roared and pushed herself further, running faster, longer, and then the ground dropped out from under feet, and she was falling…..

The water closed over her head, and the rage cooled.

Comments

[thorncoronation.livejournal.com]

Oh, so very cool.
Can't wait for more. :)
P.