Post by Kitty on Apr 4, 2008 14:49:44 GMT -5
[[ Kinda violent, again, so if it disturbs you ye needn't read XD ]]
Note of Clarification: Osias lives an entirely sheltered life due to his own mother's extreme paranoia. He's only been to the houses of others in the Lowlands a handful of time to run an errand in a rare moment of complete clarity on his mother's behalf. This results in him never having to be alone and never having any really way to judge if her behavior is truly wrong or not and makes him massively dependant on her, and obsessive when it comes to her attention. She suffers from a degenerative mental disorder that -does- have medication, but no one in the Field would willing give it to a Lowlander. Saresh easily could have attained it, but his own selfish desires prompted him to convince her they were lieing to her and that the medications were, actually, a form of slow acting poisons that would make her die a slow and agonizingly painful death.... making her not want them -at all-.
This portion, while displaying a progression of violence, explains why Osias utterly and completely hates the marks of his own regions heritage. =3
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The darkness completely surrounded him and it was almost tangible. He'd always been afraid of the dark and especially being utterly alone within it's depths. But that's precisely where he was. At first it had sent him into a blind panic and he'd thrashed and fought against his bindings as best he could but the only thing he'd managed to do was knock the chair he'd been strapped to over. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't, not with his muzzle tied so tightly closed. All he could do was lie there, completely helpless in the unending darkness, the encounter leading up to this entirely forgotten, forgotten until he came to terms with one of his biggest fears. The darkness wasn't bad, nothing was coming at him, nothing was hurting him.... he was just, bitterly alone. How long had he been here? It was hard to tell the passage of time when there was nothing to give you the slightest of hints, there wasn't even a comforting crack of light from under the door. All he knew was that the panic had receded into a dull, full body ache, the worst of which was located on his face. The feeling of dry blood crusted to the fur on his nose was driving him mad, but there wasn't a thing he could do. He couldn't even move his neck with his head restrained as it was and at an awkward angle to boot. She was getting worse the older he got, he didn't know how much more of this he could take. She was going to break him ...
He hadn't even done anything wrong this time ...
It had all started the day before in the early afternoon. Mother had gone to the capitol for the day to pick a few things up and had told him that he was in charge and she trusted that nothing would happen while she was gone. Osias had been delighted, in all of his thirteen years she'd never left him alone. At first it had been fun, he could do whatever it was he wanted and there was no one there to care, he was free. But after a few hours the thought that he was utterly alone began to snake it's way into his mind, and it terrified him. He'd inherited his mother's awful paranoia and living with her exclusively had only intensified this feeling, he needed her to come back, he didn't want to be alone! He'd spent the rest of the time she was gone huddled in a corner, his tail wrapped around him in hopes that he'd be able to gain some form of comfort from the embrace. He heard someone at the door and a rounded auditory flicked toward it, followed soon by his gaze.
The moment he saw her and his mind registered that it was mother he leaped up and ran for the door. In his haste he tripped and fell forward, wrapping his arms around the waist of the much taller bipedal ferret. He hugged her tightly, not really caring if that other woman came out or not, he wasn't alone anymore and that's all that mattered. He was awarded by her laugh, her beautiful, broken laugh. He looked up at her, a bright smile crossing his features as she pried her son from her form and moved inside, closing the door behind her. Without looking she ruffled the fur on his forehead, which stuck out in all directions naturally, and moved to the kitchen to set down her bags. He followed her, eager to help and soak up her cheerful nature. She'd been happy less and less lately, which meant he hurt more and more. A moment like this, well, he lived for them, they kept him going ... they kept him from ever doubting her love no matter what she did.
She turned and bent down to poke him on the funny little bald spot he'd developed on his nose with a claw but her claw didn't hit what it normally did... the sensation was slightly different. She froze and peered down her arm until she was at her finger tip. The expression, a mix of horror and disbelief, was one that would permanently ingrain it's self into Osias' mind. He didn't understand why she stayed that way with that horrible look, all it was was the mark of his heritage finally showing up, rot on a lowlander was normal.... they all had it, but, his surprised her? Why? His own expression shifted to a hurt for of inquisitiveness as he stared up into her unfocused eyes, he didn't understand and he didn't want to pull away. The awful silence was broken by a scream similar to that of someone being murdered, high pitched and entirely soaked in terror. The sound froze him in place save for the quick pinned of his ears against his skull. What.... what was going on?
She lashed out at him at first with the claws on her other hand but he was able to will himself to move enough to dodge the full intensity of the attack, but she was still able to break the skin with every one of her claws. There were two deep ones that crossed the broken patch of skin on his nose, splitting the rotted portion open even more. He could feel the warmth of his blood as it seeped out into his fur. She went into an almost incoherent, frantic ranting along the lines of asking how her perfect little diamond could be so tainted so.... ruined. He was horrified but there wasn't much time to react between her rambled sentences because she was coming at him again in a completely blind rage and he couldn't remember much of the following beating, she had continued her assault until his consciousness slipped out of his grasp and his mind welcomed the blank, painless oblivion.
A sharp, biting pain centered toward the end of his nose cut through the comforting nothingness and he woke with widened eyes and a painful jerk of his body that revealed to him that he couldn't move, not even to lift his head. He saw her figure silhouetted in the fading light of later after noon that leaked in from the windows, but she was gone as soon as she was finished tying the last knot. She closed the door behind her and his ears twitched at the sound the lock made, and then nothing more for hours. She'd locked him in his room before, even tied him up as well, but never in the closet and never as the same time. That's when he gave into his panic, then sleep, then another short period of terror before his own realizations took over his mind and he wasn't afraid anymore, not of the dark. He also heard that disgustingly charm soaked laugh he'd come to know so well... that man had an uncanny knack of showing up when something particularly rotten befell his son and Osias was growing increasingly suspicious of the Highlander. The hatred between them was mutual as well as a deep set jealousy centered entirely around Moraira's attention, Saresh craved it and Osias hadn't tasted anyone else's but hers in a positive light...
Saresh wasn't actually doing anything himself, nor intentionally.... he merely waited until the youth wouldn't be any form of an issue or a distraction. He simply wanted the lovely Lowlander entirely to himself and it just so happened that when she beat the brat senseless well, that was the best time to gain her whole hearted affections.
Note of Clarification: Osias lives an entirely sheltered life due to his own mother's extreme paranoia. He's only been to the houses of others in the Lowlands a handful of time to run an errand in a rare moment of complete clarity on his mother's behalf. This results in him never having to be alone and never having any really way to judge if her behavior is truly wrong or not and makes him massively dependant on her, and obsessive when it comes to her attention. She suffers from a degenerative mental disorder that -does- have medication, but no one in the Field would willing give it to a Lowlander. Saresh easily could have attained it, but his own selfish desires prompted him to convince her they were lieing to her and that the medications were, actually, a form of slow acting poisons that would make her die a slow and agonizingly painful death.... making her not want them -at all-.
This portion, while displaying a progression of violence, explains why Osias utterly and completely hates the marks of his own regions heritage. =3
__________________________
The darkness completely surrounded him and it was almost tangible. He'd always been afraid of the dark and especially being utterly alone within it's depths. But that's precisely where he was. At first it had sent him into a blind panic and he'd thrashed and fought against his bindings as best he could but the only thing he'd managed to do was knock the chair he'd been strapped to over. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't, not with his muzzle tied so tightly closed. All he could do was lie there, completely helpless in the unending darkness, the encounter leading up to this entirely forgotten, forgotten until he came to terms with one of his biggest fears. The darkness wasn't bad, nothing was coming at him, nothing was hurting him.... he was just, bitterly alone. How long had he been here? It was hard to tell the passage of time when there was nothing to give you the slightest of hints, there wasn't even a comforting crack of light from under the door. All he knew was that the panic had receded into a dull, full body ache, the worst of which was located on his face. The feeling of dry blood crusted to the fur on his nose was driving him mad, but there wasn't a thing he could do. He couldn't even move his neck with his head restrained as it was and at an awkward angle to boot. She was getting worse the older he got, he didn't know how much more of this he could take. She was going to break him ...
He hadn't even done anything wrong this time ...
It had all started the day before in the early afternoon. Mother had gone to the capitol for the day to pick a few things up and had told him that he was in charge and she trusted that nothing would happen while she was gone. Osias had been delighted, in all of his thirteen years she'd never left him alone. At first it had been fun, he could do whatever it was he wanted and there was no one there to care, he was free. But after a few hours the thought that he was utterly alone began to snake it's way into his mind, and it terrified him. He'd inherited his mother's awful paranoia and living with her exclusively had only intensified this feeling, he needed her to come back, he didn't want to be alone! He'd spent the rest of the time she was gone huddled in a corner, his tail wrapped around him in hopes that he'd be able to gain some form of comfort from the embrace. He heard someone at the door and a rounded auditory flicked toward it, followed soon by his gaze.
The moment he saw her and his mind registered that it was mother he leaped up and ran for the door. In his haste he tripped and fell forward, wrapping his arms around the waist of the much taller bipedal ferret. He hugged her tightly, not really caring if that other woman came out or not, he wasn't alone anymore and that's all that mattered. He was awarded by her laugh, her beautiful, broken laugh. He looked up at her, a bright smile crossing his features as she pried her son from her form and moved inside, closing the door behind her. Without looking she ruffled the fur on his forehead, which stuck out in all directions naturally, and moved to the kitchen to set down her bags. He followed her, eager to help and soak up her cheerful nature. She'd been happy less and less lately, which meant he hurt more and more. A moment like this, well, he lived for them, they kept him going ... they kept him from ever doubting her love no matter what she did.
She turned and bent down to poke him on the funny little bald spot he'd developed on his nose with a claw but her claw didn't hit what it normally did... the sensation was slightly different. She froze and peered down her arm until she was at her finger tip. The expression, a mix of horror and disbelief, was one that would permanently ingrain it's self into Osias' mind. He didn't understand why she stayed that way with that horrible look, all it was was the mark of his heritage finally showing up, rot on a lowlander was normal.... they all had it, but, his surprised her? Why? His own expression shifted to a hurt for of inquisitiveness as he stared up into her unfocused eyes, he didn't understand and he didn't want to pull away. The awful silence was broken by a scream similar to that of someone being murdered, high pitched and entirely soaked in terror. The sound froze him in place save for the quick pinned of his ears against his skull. What.... what was going on?
She lashed out at him at first with the claws on her other hand but he was able to will himself to move enough to dodge the full intensity of the attack, but she was still able to break the skin with every one of her claws. There were two deep ones that crossed the broken patch of skin on his nose, splitting the rotted portion open even more. He could feel the warmth of his blood as it seeped out into his fur. She went into an almost incoherent, frantic ranting along the lines of asking how her perfect little diamond could be so tainted so.... ruined. He was horrified but there wasn't much time to react between her rambled sentences because she was coming at him again in a completely blind rage and he couldn't remember much of the following beating, she had continued her assault until his consciousness slipped out of his grasp and his mind welcomed the blank, painless oblivion.
A sharp, biting pain centered toward the end of his nose cut through the comforting nothingness and he woke with widened eyes and a painful jerk of his body that revealed to him that he couldn't move, not even to lift his head. He saw her figure silhouetted in the fading light of later after noon that leaked in from the windows, but she was gone as soon as she was finished tying the last knot. She closed the door behind her and his ears twitched at the sound the lock made, and then nothing more for hours. She'd locked him in his room before, even tied him up as well, but never in the closet and never as the same time. That's when he gave into his panic, then sleep, then another short period of terror before his own realizations took over his mind and he wasn't afraid anymore, not of the dark. He also heard that disgustingly charm soaked laugh he'd come to know so well... that man had an uncanny knack of showing up when something particularly rotten befell his son and Osias was growing increasingly suspicious of the Highlander. The hatred between them was mutual as well as a deep set jealousy centered entirely around Moraira's attention, Saresh craved it and Osias hadn't tasted anyone else's but hers in a positive light...
Saresh wasn't actually doing anything himself, nor intentionally.... he merely waited until the youth wouldn't be any form of an issue or a distraction. He simply wanted the lovely Lowlander entirely to himself and it just so happened that when she beat the brat senseless well, that was the best time to gain her whole hearted affections.
