Post by Natasha Walker on Apr 19, 2018 22:42:19 GMT
Build me a shelter, a place I can dwell in
Show me a future that I can enjoy
Give me a reason and I'll be your fellow
Show me the target I have to destroy.
It was like the last supper, they were all here laughing smiling sharing food.
No Rowan, the absence was like an itch in the back of her mind as Dean and Warren chatted it up , Caleb and Brooklyn traded small barbs between each other and here and now she understood why it was she fought so hard.
Give me your faith, something I can believe in
And you'll be my family, my brother, my friend
Tell me a truth that I find not deceiving
Teach me a lesson that I understand.
She had learned so much from them, and they form her, they were her pack, her family her tribe her end and her beginning and she found herself move out alone into the pit where she’d been training almost constantly for the last week a foot scraping across a dark stain that had been somebody bleeding during the combat.
Her blood was in the very stones here, her will held it together along with spit and duct tape.
Max slowed and felt a tu g at the back of her mind and she moved towards the hut and pressed on the door.
Show me my leader and I'll pledge obedience
Whisper the name of the enemy mine
Blessed be my fate and my tools of expedience
I'm going to fulfill what's my mission divine.
“Maxine…Enter.”
Her hand had barely reached the door handle as she stepped in and there she sat , arm still in that cast and Max’s tightening expression said it all even as The Wolf of the abyss raised her hand and spoke again.
“It would seem all of my children would come to visit lately.”
Max spoke gently her voice somehow free of concern even if her face showed it and she stated.
“You should be better by now, is there anything I ca-”
Rowan actually managed a smile even as she sat a little closer Max’s bold nature has always been something to look for watch for it was part of what made her such an example.
“I am unsure I do heal, but.. slowly Maxine, how would you intend to help?”
Max sighed a bit, admitting maybe softly.
“I have my hands, my knowledge and my faith Rowan, you did me the favour of healing me once, I wish I could return the favour.”
Rowan’s face tightened and she sat a little straighter and she looked at Max, through her with those golden yellow eyes that seemed to perceive every intent cut through every falsehood every desire and she spoke a little more with a voice that would shake mountains and make the Sahara a lake.
“I know you speak true Maxine, your concern is touching, but in time I will heal, in time We will stand together once more.”
Max nodded and said gently with a smile asked softly.
“All for one?”
Rowan managed a knowing grin even as her freehand actually laid against Max and their foreheads touched as she mutters.
“One for all. Stay the course, Be who you were made to be.”
Max nodded a bit and planted a soft kiss on Rowan’s forehead and she said firmly.
“Please come back soon, we miss you. take whatever strength you need … I mean it.”
Rowan manages a chuckle.
“Maxine, you know what you need to do. Do it.”
Max nodded and took a minute to actually adjust Rowan’s position, resettling herself in the chair a bit with a care an attention that belies her size before she gives her a final set of words that mean everything and nothing.
“As you wish.”
As Max closed the door behind her leaving the demon and her lady to her rest she felt her resolve harden and looked at the sounds of the dinner, careful step moving her to the pit again as she started to heft a chain to wrap over her shoulders to start working again her mission was clear.
Exterminate, Annihilate, Destroy.
We fade in on Max, sat down and looking somewhat calm, patient and that rolling fire that become part of her theme as of late sat in front of her as she steeples her fingers and talks.
“The die is cast and the Iron maiden participants are assembled, we have players old and familiar faces I’ve seen before and I’ve decided to address my foes in the order I see fit, so let’s begin shall we? Because the shadows grow long and the hunt is upon us once more.”
Max lens towards the fire and she smirks.
“We gather together for a dark reign, not just a title but a celebration of all that has come before and all that will come to pass, and I remember Verona asking if we 6 have what it takes to break one another.”
She chuckles darkly and smiles.
“I will not be broken again.”
Max sits a little straighter and then a grin, slow and sure forms on Max’s face.
“Hello Ciara, did you miss me? I know you did. Aching for a chance at renege for our last meeting where I explained quite simply why I had done what I had done, though you must admit that the view was spectacular wasn’t it?”
She leant on her own elbows.
“And now? Now it’s about you isn’t it? It’s about your chance to shine and to show you are more than just moral support for a cinnamon roll, I can feel the anger inside of you Little Ciara, how much you want to punish me and take revenge break me, they have put me in a cage and I thoroughly expect to be high on everyone’s list And you will be no exception Ciara.”
Max closed her eyes and grinned warming her hands on the fire as she spoke absently.
“I want you to remember that hate when your back and head touches the steel and shatters the glass. I want you to feel the sting of knowing that despite everything you couldn’t bring me down I want you Ciara O’Connor to look into my eyes and see what lies in, to know that My Lady wills it and that I don’t hate you. This is just business, just my divine mission. Remember that when my hand is around your throat Ciara.”
Max smirks just a bit even as she rolled her neck a little and spoke wit ha raspy quality.
“You will see, as I saw as I break you and make you anew.”
Max’s hand coils into a fist and smirks.
“Speaking of broken things, hello Helena Sawyer, welcome back to the playpen. It’s been so long, so long. My lady sends her regards and a message. You are not safe but you wouldn’t be here if you wanted safe would you Helena? No you want the violence and the depravity you want feel the blood pour on your skin your sin is that of Lust and like all those who lust …You must be rewarded in abundance.“
She smirks.
“Why deny what you want so much? Destruction, of body and soul and form and mind well, I know your mind is broken, Helena I know part of you aches with that dimmest hope why else would you wave farewell to your forget-me-not, you know the one who forgot about you? Where is she now Helena? The time for your games is over there are no blessings or kisses, only sacrifices.”
She plays that fist into the fire opening the digits to feel the caress of flame and not really responding even as she chuckles and nods to herself.
“Which leads me to the old guard and a promise I made, against the Bitch and her outright challenge to end her, it’s been said many times and every time she has put that in contention she has won, I threatened it out of malice Astrid, beautiful Astrid she did it more formally and now she waits in the wings to be Women’s champion.”
Max smirked deeper and withdrew her hand form the flames examining it as he nodded.
“I don’t believe that showing any mercy to anyone will benefit me what’s ever and if that means Making a carcass out of Rayne? So be it, now I expect the usual retorts I expect the fire. I welcome it every damning minute. It will make the victory all the sweeter.”
She smirks.
“You aren’t worthy anymore Rayne, you can’t waltz in and out as you wish, you aren’t the woman you once were I see the weakness at the edges and I will exploit that.”
Max manages a smirk and a chuckle.
“So we have the Prodigal daughter looking to make mother and father proud and live up to her own namesake: Dawn Halliwell Salem’s Iron Maiden, the Trooper. How quickly a year passes and how soon we have all forgotten the Freeman child.”
She chuckles.
“The woman who could tame a god, and her erstwhile adoptive daughter, strong, defiant, bitter to the last.”
A wry smirk.
“You remind me of another Kane I know, and I see even more the failures of the father in you. I see a woman lashed to a cross of her own making bleeding from a crown of barbed wire but blind to the truth.”
A pause.
“That her father is a lying manipulative toad, worthy only of the death that chases him sincere and final proof that there is no blood god in his stead there is only the dark that rushes to claim him, you’ll see Dawn sooner or later Spike will let you down, Spike will betray you he’ll hurt you because that’s what he does to his children what he’s done to all of them.”
Max quirked a cruel smirk.
“Why not ask Warren? Or were you too busy catching up with daddy dearest you forgot you have a brother too?”
Max spits into the fire.
“Your family is nothing but a fiction. You are blind to this truth and so I will make you see, even if I have to break every bone in your pathetic shell that you call a body I will elevate your soul to heights of pain you could not believe and then only then when you cry for releases will I grant you the gift of mending I don’t do this in my lady’s name, I don’t even do this in my own I do this for my family. A concept you know nothing of.”
A small, slight chuckle.
“Maybe your take after your father after all. You’re both falsely named.”
She manages a shake of her head.
“And speaking of the Father, one of these things is not like the others, one of these things does not belong and yet here she is Abigail Spencer, risen like a weed.”
She scoffs again and huffs a breath.
“After all your talk about my not being worthy after the ignominy of defeat I find you have returned, I find my efforts stifled by men in suits who seem to have decided you are worthy after all, simply put Abigail Spencer you must be punished.”
Max leaned forwards again and growls.
“You aren’t worthy you proved as much and now you will pay the price for the mercy you have been shown by being shown exactly what you deserve and when you cry for your god, when you scream and pray, you will find your faith is not rewarded.”
Max grins a bit.
“I for one hope it breaks you, utterly because everyone will point at me as if I am just a petty follower , every gestures at My lady as if she is not worth y of being believed in, she is my family my mother and I am her child.”
She smirks.
"In the city of fallen angles where the ocean meets the sand, a pestilence is coming, a shadow in the warp. A shdow on the land.”
She lowered her head.
“And I am hungry, and I am wanting a title to my name.”
She grinned wider.
“And so an iron throne waits for me, made of the bodies of the fallen.”
She grins.
“I hope you’re watching Freeman…I hope you like the show I’m putting on for you.”
She blows a kiss to the camera.
“Because now I am everyone’s problem.”
Fade out
Show me a future that I can enjoy
Give me a reason and I'll be your fellow
Show me the target I have to destroy.
It was like the last supper, they were all here laughing smiling sharing food.
No Rowan, the absence was like an itch in the back of her mind as Dean and Warren chatted it up , Caleb and Brooklyn traded small barbs between each other and here and now she understood why it was she fought so hard.
Give me your faith, something I can believe in
And you'll be my family, my brother, my friend
Tell me a truth that I find not deceiving
Teach me a lesson that I understand.
She had learned so much from them, and they form her, they were her pack, her family her tribe her end and her beginning and she found herself move out alone into the pit where she’d been training almost constantly for the last week a foot scraping across a dark stain that had been somebody bleeding during the combat.
Her blood was in the very stones here, her will held it together along with spit and duct tape.
Max slowed and felt a tu g at the back of her mind and she moved towards the hut and pressed on the door.
Show me my leader and I'll pledge obedience
Whisper the name of the enemy mine
Blessed be my fate and my tools of expedience
I'm going to fulfill what's my mission divine.
“Maxine…Enter.”
Her hand had barely reached the door handle as she stepped in and there she sat , arm still in that cast and Max’s tightening expression said it all even as The Wolf of the abyss raised her hand and spoke again.
“It would seem all of my children would come to visit lately.”
Max spoke gently her voice somehow free of concern even if her face showed it and she stated.
“You should be better by now, is there anything I ca-”
Rowan actually managed a smile even as she sat a little closer Max’s bold nature has always been something to look for watch for it was part of what made her such an example.
“I am unsure I do heal, but.. slowly Maxine, how would you intend to help?”
Max sighed a bit, admitting maybe softly.
“I have my hands, my knowledge and my faith Rowan, you did me the favour of healing me once, I wish I could return the favour.”
Rowan’s face tightened and she sat a little straighter and she looked at Max, through her with those golden yellow eyes that seemed to perceive every intent cut through every falsehood every desire and she spoke a little more with a voice that would shake mountains and make the Sahara a lake.
“I know you speak true Maxine, your concern is touching, but in time I will heal, in time We will stand together once more.”
Max nodded and said gently with a smile asked softly.
“All for one?”
Rowan managed a knowing grin even as her freehand actually laid against Max and their foreheads touched as she mutters.
“One for all. Stay the course, Be who you were made to be.”
Max nodded a bit and planted a soft kiss on Rowan’s forehead and she said firmly.
“Please come back soon, we miss you. take whatever strength you need … I mean it.”
Rowan manages a chuckle.
“Maxine, you know what you need to do. Do it.”
Max nodded and took a minute to actually adjust Rowan’s position, resettling herself in the chair a bit with a care an attention that belies her size before she gives her a final set of words that mean everything and nothing.
“As you wish.”
As Max closed the door behind her leaving the demon and her lady to her rest she felt her resolve harden and looked at the sounds of the dinner, careful step moving her to the pit again as she started to heft a chain to wrap over her shoulders to start working again her mission was clear.
Exterminate, Annihilate, Destroy.
We fade in on Max, sat down and looking somewhat calm, patient and that rolling fire that become part of her theme as of late sat in front of her as she steeples her fingers and talks.
“The die is cast and the Iron maiden participants are assembled, we have players old and familiar faces I’ve seen before and I’ve decided to address my foes in the order I see fit, so let’s begin shall we? Because the shadows grow long and the hunt is upon us once more.”
Max lens towards the fire and she smirks.
“We gather together for a dark reign, not just a title but a celebration of all that has come before and all that will come to pass, and I remember Verona asking if we 6 have what it takes to break one another.”
She chuckles darkly and smiles.
“I will not be broken again.”
Max sits a little straighter and then a grin, slow and sure forms on Max’s face.
“Hello Ciara, did you miss me? I know you did. Aching for a chance at renege for our last meeting where I explained quite simply why I had done what I had done, though you must admit that the view was spectacular wasn’t it?”
She leant on her own elbows.
“And now? Now it’s about you isn’t it? It’s about your chance to shine and to show you are more than just moral support for a cinnamon roll, I can feel the anger inside of you Little Ciara, how much you want to punish me and take revenge break me, they have put me in a cage and I thoroughly expect to be high on everyone’s list And you will be no exception Ciara.”
Max closed her eyes and grinned warming her hands on the fire as she spoke absently.
“I want you to remember that hate when your back and head touches the steel and shatters the glass. I want you to feel the sting of knowing that despite everything you couldn’t bring me down I want you Ciara O’Connor to look into my eyes and see what lies in, to know that My Lady wills it and that I don’t hate you. This is just business, just my divine mission. Remember that when my hand is around your throat Ciara.”
Max smirks just a bit even as she rolled her neck a little and spoke wit ha raspy quality.
“You will see, as I saw as I break you and make you anew.”
Max’s hand coils into a fist and smirks.
“Speaking of broken things, hello Helena Sawyer, welcome back to the playpen. It’s been so long, so long. My lady sends her regards and a message. You are not safe but you wouldn’t be here if you wanted safe would you Helena? No you want the violence and the depravity you want feel the blood pour on your skin your sin is that of Lust and like all those who lust …You must be rewarded in abundance.“
She smirks.
“Why deny what you want so much? Destruction, of body and soul and form and mind well, I know your mind is broken, Helena I know part of you aches with that dimmest hope why else would you wave farewell to your forget-me-not, you know the one who forgot about you? Where is she now Helena? The time for your games is over there are no blessings or kisses, only sacrifices.”
She plays that fist into the fire opening the digits to feel the caress of flame and not really responding even as she chuckles and nods to herself.
“Which leads me to the old guard and a promise I made, against the Bitch and her outright challenge to end her, it’s been said many times and every time she has put that in contention she has won, I threatened it out of malice Astrid, beautiful Astrid she did it more formally and now she waits in the wings to be Women’s champion.”
Max smirked deeper and withdrew her hand form the flames examining it as he nodded.
“I don’t believe that showing any mercy to anyone will benefit me what’s ever and if that means Making a carcass out of Rayne? So be it, now I expect the usual retorts I expect the fire. I welcome it every damning minute. It will make the victory all the sweeter.”
She smirks.
“You aren’t worthy anymore Rayne, you can’t waltz in and out as you wish, you aren’t the woman you once were I see the weakness at the edges and I will exploit that.”
Max manages a smirk and a chuckle.
“So we have the Prodigal daughter looking to make mother and father proud and live up to her own namesake: Dawn Halliwell Salem’s Iron Maiden, the Trooper. How quickly a year passes and how soon we have all forgotten the Freeman child.”
She chuckles.
“The woman who could tame a god, and her erstwhile adoptive daughter, strong, defiant, bitter to the last.”
A wry smirk.
“You remind me of another Kane I know, and I see even more the failures of the father in you. I see a woman lashed to a cross of her own making bleeding from a crown of barbed wire but blind to the truth.”
A pause.
“That her father is a lying manipulative toad, worthy only of the death that chases him sincere and final proof that there is no blood god in his stead there is only the dark that rushes to claim him, you’ll see Dawn sooner or later Spike will let you down, Spike will betray you he’ll hurt you because that’s what he does to his children what he’s done to all of them.”
Max quirked a cruel smirk.
“Why not ask Warren? Or were you too busy catching up with daddy dearest you forgot you have a brother too?”
Max spits into the fire.
“Your family is nothing but a fiction. You are blind to this truth and so I will make you see, even if I have to break every bone in your pathetic shell that you call a body I will elevate your soul to heights of pain you could not believe and then only then when you cry for releases will I grant you the gift of mending I don’t do this in my lady’s name, I don’t even do this in my own I do this for my family. A concept you know nothing of.”
A small, slight chuckle.
“Maybe your take after your father after all. You’re both falsely named.”
She manages a shake of her head.
“And speaking of the Father, one of these things is not like the others, one of these things does not belong and yet here she is Abigail Spencer, risen like a weed.”
She scoffs again and huffs a breath.
“After all your talk about my not being worthy after the ignominy of defeat I find you have returned, I find my efforts stifled by men in suits who seem to have decided you are worthy after all, simply put Abigail Spencer you must be punished.”
Max leaned forwards again and growls.
“You aren’t worthy you proved as much and now you will pay the price for the mercy you have been shown by being shown exactly what you deserve and when you cry for your god, when you scream and pray, you will find your faith is not rewarded.”
Max grins a bit.
“I for one hope it breaks you, utterly because everyone will point at me as if I am just a petty follower , every gestures at My lady as if she is not worth y of being believed in, she is my family my mother and I am her child.”
She smirks.
"In the city of fallen angles where the ocean meets the sand, a pestilence is coming, a shadow in the warp. A shdow on the land.”
She lowered her head.
“And I am hungry, and I am wanting a title to my name.”
She grinned wider.
“And so an iron throne waits for me, made of the bodies of the fallen.”
She grins.
“I hope you’re watching Freeman…I hope you like the show I’m putting on for you.”
She blows a kiss to the camera.
“Because now I am everyone’s problem.”
Fade out
Well howdy there pardner.