z-The Morrigan Posted October 14, 2011 Share Posted October 14, 2011 OOC: This fiction has mature themes and scenes of violence and sex. This fiction is definitely mature, and I have marked the most disturbing parts with blue text. If you have issues regarding such things depicted in a graphic manner, you are advised to skip the blue text. Roughly one year ago... Contained. Boxed. Caged. That was all she had felt for the last few months. Everywhere she went in the world, there were people. There were buildings. There were roads. There was no place for a wild animal like herself. The Morrigan was sacked out in a tree, her feet kicked up on a higher branch. Every day, she dealt with the same issue: no matter where she went in the world, there were people. And Morri only tolerated a few people; she liked fewer still and only loved one. It made finding somewhere to relax difficult. Her speed added to the issue. She wanted to run, but if she crossed borders, there were ‘Incidents’. It made trouble for Einherjar; people got upset when she was in their country without him. She knew why – they feared her. During the war, she had been at his side, helping where he needed it. Now, people believed that she was uncontrollable without him. Personally, Morri didn’t give much credit to the ‘Incidents’. They were all about imaginary things anyway – lines drawn on a piece of paper and somehow given weight and credence. So much importance was assigned to national borders, to those invisible lines. It was just land. It was stupid to try to contain it with fake marks on paper. She had nowhere to run. For months, this had bothered the young feral. It had left her angry and restless, testing even Ein’s patience with her. But she had remembered something she’d been told once: quantum can do anything. So for the last week and a half, she’d funneled all that anger into determination. Somewhere out there, there was a place for her. There was a green, living, vibrant place, full of life and struggle. It would have no borders, no boundaries. There would be fewer humans. It would be exciting to be there; free and wild. For the past few days, Morri had slipped away every day to sit and think about what she wanted. She considered her options over and over, envisioning the world she wanted. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but she knew something would, if she tried hard enough. Morri had been at this for hours, straining her impressive quantum to achieve her desired effect. All she had to show so far was exhaustion and a raging headache, but still the red-eyed woman persisted. She wanted this in a way that went beyond desire and into demands. She was demanding that things be this way; that she have the land she wanted. She pulled up her power, over and over, feeling it burn over her nerves like fire. “Yes,” she whispered as she felt the power tremble on the edge of something. There was a sense that she stood on the blade of a knife with winds roaring on either side of her. Morri flinched but held firm as she felt the touch of something old and terrible. It sought, just as she sought, and together- Morri opened her eyes when her nose told her that everything had changed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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