Beautiful Oblivion.
There was no substance to this world, a void bathed in the purest white light.
She was vaguely aware, not so much of her own conciousness but only of the essence of herself in the world.
"Awaken."
Lashes lifted from golden eyes that glittered in the opressive light. They were still veiled, though open nonetheless.
"Where...?"
"Silence."
A voice seethed from every where at once, though it did seem plausible that it was coming from inside her mind.
"He did his damndest, and nearly destroyed me."
"Who...?"
"SILENCE."
The voice was commanding, and in her fear she was silenced.
"But now I have the means to destroy him, for I have his Heart."
She wanted to inquire as to who, where when and why. The presence, reeking of all that was dark and unholy, seemed every where at once, though its concentration hovered above her face and her chest.
Almost as if reading her thoughts, the voice chuckled darkly.
"Slash Dracomoon."
Golden eyes flew wide at the familiarity of such a name.
"Slash...?"
She became aware of another light far above her, yet drifting down. It was brighter than the surrounding void, yet in its tumescence she could still make out the object. A clear broken orb, cupped in a dragon's paw, the small shards of it drifting near the pendent, all descending. The chain waved in the inky, watery waste around her, where everything seemed to float freely. She herself was solidifying in some way.
"I want you to have this, its purity forgotten, to begin your Reaction."
"For what?" her echoey voice wavered breathlessly, as the pendent remained suspended above her heart.
"I want you to KILL SLASH DRACOMOON."
Pain seemed to explode from every fiber of her being as the brighter light enveloped her and radiated outward from her chest. She shrieked with inhumane pain as though her flesh had been severed from her and salt thrown on her wounds. She writhed in the air, blinded by all, and could not see. At the same time, a slash of lightning and clap of thunder exploded in the sky, and a weren plumeted to the rain-soaked earth below, landing with a splash of mud and forest debris. She sank halfway into the soft, watery muck, writhing in pain unknown to mortals, clutching her chest.
She wanted to stand, and rolled her naked self over onto her stomach, searching the watery grave from anything to aid her in rising. Her paw, sloshing through the mud, found and clenched wood, which she used to lift herself.
The AdderMoon Staff.
She watched in amazment as though the shaft of the weapon were made of wax, which hissed and ran down to her paws, sizzling with heat as it touched her flesh. She shrieked again, howling with pain as it sank into her paws. She tried to thrust the weapon from her, yet it stuck like honey, dissolving into her flesh. She bellowed in pain and crazed rage as she clawed at her arms and hands to keep the Quicksilver at bay.
"You are Reacting," laughed the voice in her skull. She clawed at her head, roaring, "Stop talking to me!!!"
Insane with pain and rage, she howled into the storming night and in another flash of lightning, bolted for the only dim light in the distance, running on all four paws like no anthro should.
***
A fat, female anthro badger, wearing a knitted wool skirt and a simple white linen stood behind the bar, casually wiping the inside of a bar mug. She particularly enjoyed these evenings, when most of the bar flies flew home early, and she could keep up with the stragglers while watching the dim coals on the hearth. She was motherly in her way, but tough, and anyone who knew Maybelle knew that.
Lightning crackled at the window and she turned quickly toward it, clucking her tongue in dismay.
"My, it's pourin' somethin' awful now, tain't it?" She said, mostly to herself but standing near the draconic-wolf seated at the bar, hoping to draw him in to some sort of converse. His gaze remained tied to the bottom of his mug, and while Maybelle couldn't be sure, she thought she heard him grunt a "Hmph" in reply.
She tried anyway. "Those roads will be somethin' muddy tomorrow, ye best watch'yer step," she said, looking pointedly at the anthro. Again, no reply.
She shrugged and went about her business.
The door to the bar burst wide, startling the last few patrons, who nearly leapt from their seats in the shock of horror. Framed by the incessant flashes of lightning was an emaciated wolf, dripping with slick globs of mud, leaves and sticks, the pinkish-red eyes gleaming with all insanity. Maybelle backed off to grab her stick while the draco-wolf anthro turned just as sudddenly.
The skeletal wolf leapt across the room in a single bound, snarling and clawing at its scalp, roaring a challenge to seemingly nothing. The customers backed away to a far wall, some wimpering themselves, wondering what daemon had clashed with the night.
Gems imbedded in the wolf's upper arms, pink with a deep center of violet, began to pulsate, causing the wiry wolf to writhe again in pain. It clutched its stomach and chest, wimpering and half screaming. It looked like it was about to die.
A flash of silver caught the dead wolf's gaze and it made a leap for the object. It was a straight-edged sword emblazoned with the markings of a wolf clan long dead, and vibrant paw etched near the hilt was just as beautiful a relief. The muddy, dying wolf caught at its hilt, wielded it in a high arc and turn its blade inward.
The hilt began to sizzle and pop. The wolf screamed with pain.
The anthro plunged in blade into it stomach, again and again, only to draw the melting blade away and force more of it into her
self.It sank deeply into her skin, and it was only then, in a moment of clarity of her insanity, she made the startling realization...
She was still REACTING.
She howled in desparation, made one final plunge of the blade deep enough to sink halfway into the hilt, where the last of it fizzled and merged with her.
Her pink eyes caught those of the draco-wolf, deep chocolate as they were, and she cocked her head slightly as if almost recognizing him.
"Kill me..." came the plaintive voice before gravity caught hold of her.
She plummeted to the floor and landed with sharp thud, her pink-red eyes closing and her breathing seemingly stopping.
