Post by tequilamockingbird on Apr 19, 2017 8:39:08 GMT
"We have to do this....or the world will cease to exist as it does?" Farah looked around at the city, how beautiful it was, how prosperous. The civil faction war that was brewing was less than idyllic, but the gods had gifted them all with a beautiful place to live, with bountiful resources. She also glanced back at the child that had joined them announcing himself as Greed. This child seemed mature past his years, but not too far off, two other children, innocent and blameless, played and splashed in a fountain.
The world shall not fall as long as I am able to do something about it. Gods, help me.
Soon after, she blinked as the air became humid and heavily perfumed, she reached up to rub her eyes; she was in a grand bathhouse, all of a sudden. Everyone else that had been surrounding her had blurred away. She was taking a moment to adjust when she was barged at the side by a younger woman who was passing.
"Move it, crone. What the hell are you wearing? You'll make your grandchildren worry if you stay here too long." The girl spat, a poisonous smile on her features. She sashayed ahead to the baths, as Farah stood still, shocked that someone would be so casually catty. She followed the girl, and arrived at a more private bathing area, gorgeously opulent, but a little too vivid- the perfume was stronger here, and the flowers garish.
The girl was in the bathing pool with what had to be her beau, they were splashing each other and laughing, and as the girl stood a little over the surface of the waters, Farah spied her protruding belly.
Sin.
At that moment, the girl saw Farah and her face immediately soured. "Gods, what's wrong with this lost old woman?" She huffed, crossing her arms.
"Saya!" Her beau chided her. He looked to Farah with more sympathy. "Are you lost, miss?"
Miss?
Farah thought a second, then smiled elegantly. She saw the younger man shift. "Greetings to you both. My name is Farah. And I appear to be a little lost." She laughed, using her hand to coyly cover her mouth a little.
"Yeah, well, I don't think we can help y-" Saya began.
"-I'm Gideon." The young man offered his name eagerly. Saya shut her mouth and her face grew darker. "Where are you looking to go, miss?"
Sin.
Farah smiled widely, and shifted a little in her thick, embellished kimono. Saya had a point. This was no attire for the bathing rooms.
"Well, firstly, this is no place to stoop over another's bath and talk at them. Let me just..." She began, before removing her kimono, shedding it to the floor and revealing her porcelain skin and undergarments. She looked at the couple from under her eyelashes to see the effect she'd had. Saya was clearly internally screaming, and she audibly heard Gideon gulp. Farah knew her body was absolutely fine, and Saya's comments about age now definitely seemed to be coming a place of her own insecurity.
Taking advantage of the silence, Farah slipped herself into the fairly large bathing pool, and shuddered a little.
"The water is absolutely beautiful here, isn't it? Just the right temperature." She smiled to Saya.
"Get. Out." Saya hissed. Gideon frowned.
"Saya, you're being pretty rude. Farah's right, this is a public bathhouse, its for all of us to enjoy. I appreciate not having to crane my neck to speak to you now, miss." He admonished Saya, and nodded at Farah, with a dopey smile on his face.
Saya stood up suddenly, water dripping from her belly, and Farah found herself unable to look away from it. "Right, Farah. I'm going to head to the front desk, and I'll see what bathroom you're supposed to be in, okay?"
She stomped out of the bath, and threw her hair over her shoulder as she looked back to Gideon. She clearly expected him to go with her. He was still staring at Farrah.
"Would you be a lamb and bring me back a green tea? Otherwise my grandchildren will worry about me." Farah added with a smile.
Saya's face dropped, and Gideon, not noticing, laughed. "Grandchildren? When did you have time for those, Farah? You're in your twenties, right?"
Saya stomped out of the room, and Gideon did not watch her go. Instead, he shuffled himself closer to Farah, and grinned at her.
"So what do you do, Gideon?" Farah asked innocently, dropping some of the charm now Saya had gone. She had no interest in him, not really.
Gideon buffed up his chest, he was clearly proud. "Well, actually, I do as I wish. Saya is rich, you see, her whole family is, so each day I do exactly as I please." He said this as if leeching from his partner was something to be proud of. Inside, Farah's growing hate for the couple convulsed, but she kept her smile.
Reading this smile as welcoming, Gideon placed his arm around her. "And speaking of-" He added. "You would please me greatly, Miss Farah." He gave her what he clearly thought was a winning smile. Up close, she noted his weak chin and dandruff.
Farah shrugged his arm off. "Will Lady Saya not mind?"
"She never has to know. She's never known about any of my other...exploits." He winked at Farah, as if infidelity was something to laugh about, and more fool Saya for giving him her money and uterus.
"Saya is pregnant, isn't she?" Farah spoke, unable to keep the harshness out of her voice.
"Jeez, lady. You were up for it a minute ago, weren't you? Who cares if she's pregnant?" He replied roughly, lunging his arms towards her.
Sin.
A low growl echoed across the tiles.
"Did...did you just....growl?" Gideon asked her, his arms stopping, his face bewildered.
Farah blinked. It was inevitable now. Her hair shook,scattering small combs and bejeweled adornments, as....it awoke. She'd always known it was there. She'd felt it when she'd searched for the hairpin that had caught Raija's finger. She didn't want to say anything, because the voice was gift enough. This...this was just monstrous. Her hair raised itself, tendrils of dark glossy locks splaying through the air, and the growling continued as the white, long fangs of the second jaw became visible.
"Wha....you....freak...." Gideon shuddered, before starting forward, his eyes full of violence and fear.
Tendrils of hair wrapped around his forearms, and he grunted and screamed as he was dragged into the gaping jaws. Farah let out a soft scream as she heard the sickening crunch, and closed her eyes. When she opened them, Gideon was gone, and the bathwater was tinged pink. She looked towards the door and saw Saya, a cup of green tea on the floor, spilled around her ankles.
"D-demon. Demon." Saya muttered, clearly too in shock to scream for help like she should. Farah sighed. She hadn't wanted it to come to this, but she couldn't be caught for this. She began to sing.
As she sang, Saya's features softened to a vacant expression, and she began to walk towards Farah, like she was toddling through molasses. Each step she took carried her closer and closer to the white jaws and splaying tendrils of dark, glossy hair, ready to devour her. Farah's eyes never left the woman's belly. She cried as she sang.
After Saya was gone, Farah took a moment to think about what she'd done. Then, she drained the bathing pool, showered herself, and pinned her hair back into place. She dressed herself back in her formal attire, but still felt queasy. Before she left the pristine bathroom, she took one last look over it, removed a small, jewelled hairpin from her head, and tossed it to the bottom of the newly empty pool.
"I'll leave it to the Gods to judge me and my crimes." She said simply, before sweeping out of the bathhouse.
The world shall not fall as long as I am able to do something about it. Gods, help me.
Soon after, she blinked as the air became humid and heavily perfumed, she reached up to rub her eyes; she was in a grand bathhouse, all of a sudden. Everyone else that had been surrounding her had blurred away. She was taking a moment to adjust when she was barged at the side by a younger woman who was passing.
"Move it, crone. What the hell are you wearing? You'll make your grandchildren worry if you stay here too long." The girl spat, a poisonous smile on her features. She sashayed ahead to the baths, as Farah stood still, shocked that someone would be so casually catty. She followed the girl, and arrived at a more private bathing area, gorgeously opulent, but a little too vivid- the perfume was stronger here, and the flowers garish.
The girl was in the bathing pool with what had to be her beau, they were splashing each other and laughing, and as the girl stood a little over the surface of the waters, Farah spied her protruding belly.
Sin.
At that moment, the girl saw Farah and her face immediately soured. "Gods, what's wrong with this lost old woman?" She huffed, crossing her arms.
"Saya!" Her beau chided her. He looked to Farah with more sympathy. "Are you lost, miss?"
Miss?
Farah thought a second, then smiled elegantly. She saw the younger man shift. "Greetings to you both. My name is Farah. And I appear to be a little lost." She laughed, using her hand to coyly cover her mouth a little.
"Yeah, well, I don't think we can help y-" Saya began.
"-I'm Gideon." The young man offered his name eagerly. Saya shut her mouth and her face grew darker. "Where are you looking to go, miss?"
Sin.
Farah smiled widely, and shifted a little in her thick, embellished kimono. Saya had a point. This was no attire for the bathing rooms.
"Well, firstly, this is no place to stoop over another's bath and talk at them. Let me just..." She began, before removing her kimono, shedding it to the floor and revealing her porcelain skin and undergarments. She looked at the couple from under her eyelashes to see the effect she'd had. Saya was clearly internally screaming, and she audibly heard Gideon gulp. Farah knew her body was absolutely fine, and Saya's comments about age now definitely seemed to be coming a place of her own insecurity.
Taking advantage of the silence, Farah slipped herself into the fairly large bathing pool, and shuddered a little.
"The water is absolutely beautiful here, isn't it? Just the right temperature." She smiled to Saya.
"Get. Out." Saya hissed. Gideon frowned.
"Saya, you're being pretty rude. Farah's right, this is a public bathhouse, its for all of us to enjoy. I appreciate not having to crane my neck to speak to you now, miss." He admonished Saya, and nodded at Farah, with a dopey smile on his face.
Saya stood up suddenly, water dripping from her belly, and Farah found herself unable to look away from it. "Right, Farah. I'm going to head to the front desk, and I'll see what bathroom you're supposed to be in, okay?"
She stomped out of the bath, and threw her hair over her shoulder as she looked back to Gideon. She clearly expected him to go with her. He was still staring at Farrah.
"Would you be a lamb and bring me back a green tea? Otherwise my grandchildren will worry about me." Farah added with a smile.
Saya's face dropped, and Gideon, not noticing, laughed. "Grandchildren? When did you have time for those, Farah? You're in your twenties, right?"
Saya stomped out of the room, and Gideon did not watch her go. Instead, he shuffled himself closer to Farah, and grinned at her.
"So what do you do, Gideon?" Farah asked innocently, dropping some of the charm now Saya had gone. She had no interest in him, not really.
Gideon buffed up his chest, he was clearly proud. "Well, actually, I do as I wish. Saya is rich, you see, her whole family is, so each day I do exactly as I please." He said this as if leeching from his partner was something to be proud of. Inside, Farah's growing hate for the couple convulsed, but she kept her smile.
Reading this smile as welcoming, Gideon placed his arm around her. "And speaking of-" He added. "You would please me greatly, Miss Farah." He gave her what he clearly thought was a winning smile. Up close, she noted his weak chin and dandruff.
Farah shrugged his arm off. "Will Lady Saya not mind?"
"She never has to know. She's never known about any of my other...exploits." He winked at Farah, as if infidelity was something to laugh about, and more fool Saya for giving him her money and uterus.
"Saya is pregnant, isn't she?" Farah spoke, unable to keep the harshness out of her voice.
"Jeez, lady. You were up for it a minute ago, weren't you? Who cares if she's pregnant?" He replied roughly, lunging his arms towards her.
Sin.
A low growl echoed across the tiles.
"Did...did you just....growl?" Gideon asked her, his arms stopping, his face bewildered.
Farah blinked. It was inevitable now. Her hair shook,scattering small combs and bejeweled adornments, as....it awoke. She'd always known it was there. She'd felt it when she'd searched for the hairpin that had caught Raija's finger. She didn't want to say anything, because the voice was gift enough. This...this was just monstrous. Her hair raised itself, tendrils of dark glossy locks splaying through the air, and the growling continued as the white, long fangs of the second jaw became visible.
"Wha....you....freak...." Gideon shuddered, before starting forward, his eyes full of violence and fear.
Tendrils of hair wrapped around his forearms, and he grunted and screamed as he was dragged into the gaping jaws. Farah let out a soft scream as she heard the sickening crunch, and closed her eyes. When she opened them, Gideon was gone, and the bathwater was tinged pink. She looked towards the door and saw Saya, a cup of green tea on the floor, spilled around her ankles.
"D-demon. Demon." Saya muttered, clearly too in shock to scream for help like she should. Farah sighed. She hadn't wanted it to come to this, but she couldn't be caught for this. She began to sing.
As she sang, Saya's features softened to a vacant expression, and she began to walk towards Farah, like she was toddling through molasses. Each step she took carried her closer and closer to the white jaws and splaying tendrils of dark, glossy hair, ready to devour her. Farah's eyes never left the woman's belly. She cried as she sang.
After Saya was gone, Farah took a moment to think about what she'd done. Then, she drained the bathing pool, showered herself, and pinned her hair back into place. She dressed herself back in her formal attire, but still felt queasy. Before she left the pristine bathroom, she took one last look over it, removed a small, jewelled hairpin from her head, and tossed it to the bottom of the newly empty pool.
"I'll leave it to the Gods to judge me and my crimes." She said simply, before sweeping out of the bathhouse.
