An aged coffin
Feb 26, 2015 22:05:14 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Feb 26, 2015 22:05:14 GMT -5
Against her will she had become a ward of Morrigan’s, and now to her daughter Salome. Emmy felt more a toy than an actual being now, holed up away from the elements to be nurtured despite her aversive reaction to it.
They had taken to calling her Shaw, the name she had given them. Occasionally she neglected to respond to it but it was written off as not hearing or ignoring them. Indeed she mostly ignored them rather than forgetting the pseudo name she had given them. Emmy had never gone by any one name for an extended period of time. She had a whole host of them in her repertoire that she liked to use, or thought up new ones on the fly whenever talking with others. Now she was stuffed into one name for the entirety that she lived with them.
Emmy hoped that wouldn’t be for much longer.
Looking out toward the stretching forest she contemplated how best to escape. Already, she had tried to do so several times. That had resulted in closer watch. Emmy was never without Salome or her mother now, even to go to the bathroom. It irked her more than her privacy was taken away than the fact that she was captured for an indefinite period of time.
Placing her chin against her forelegs she held one of her back legs closer than the other as she shifted onto her good hip. The other leg spread across the ground with lack of proper muscle strength to drag it back in order to prop it up against her side. Her ears would cycle between being fully erect to half mast, finding the noises of the forest vaguely foreign even though she had been here since Talos had died.
When they asked her questions about how she had come to be like this, or why she woke up screaming, or why she refused to sleep Emmy didn’t answer. Or she was vague about the answer, just replying that “stuff” kept her up. Sometimes she made up some obviously hair brained story to get them to stop asking her. It was a never ending barrage of questioning that she refused to bend to.
Inhaling deeply of the icy world, she looked perturbed. It was the natural state of her features but she looked more so that day. The cold ached to the bones that didn’t quite heal properly, setting inside of her to burn. Her rusty coat was dingy from lack of washing due to their ability to find a running stream that was in the open. Emmy’s refusal of entering a cavern was borderline obsessive; they would have no choice but to knock her out to bathe her inside. The dark scared her as much as the thought of being drowned in there, even if it would be a reprieve from the nightmares she kept enduring.
// Closed for spook