Glass crunched beneath the pad of her foot; talons scratching the linoleum as the monstrette took in the destruction around her. Electrical sparks shot off from hanging equipment and torn wires. Combinations of liquid dripped off countertops where they'd been spilled. Torn or crumpled papers lay scattered, completely in disarray. This once pristine lab had been her home. Seeing it in such a state of chaos made her gut twist with what she could only assume to be a mixture of angst and rage. There was a part of her that screamed for vengeance. That demanded she take action against whoever had attacked what was hers. At the same time there was a peace. An acceptance. She was never going to have stayed here. Her eyes eventually landed on a familiar figure. There was no question of life. The woman sprawled out on the floor was dead. That woman had been the beastets main point of contact. Her name had been Mara. Mara had been kind to her. Treating her, in Etty's mind, as a mother would. Crouching beside the corpse she reached over lifting a broken frame from lifeless fingers. There was blood smeared across the picture, but Etty knew what was beneath it. A young boy. Mara's son. Etty had never gotten to meet him, but she'd heard many stories. She cocked her head, eyes closing as she recalled the memory of when she'd first learned of him. It was the same time she'd gotten her name.
"Who is this?" The young beast asked, taking the framed picture between tiny hands. "Ah! That's Daran, my son." "Dah..ran.." The child repeated uncertainly, eyes searching the unfamiliar face before flicking back up to Mara. "Who am I?" "Ah.." Mara stopped shuffling her papers and pursed her lips. The little monster had been given a designation of 3774, but never a name. "Hm.." Mara swiveled in her chair and set a hand between the horns on the childs head. "You are Etty." Letters similar to her number designation. Kek... did you think it would be complete?
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Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. The little monster's ears bounced in tandem with the clock. The sound reminded her that she was still alive. The ticks counting down the seconds of her life. A life she once lived freely. She once held onto that freedom with everything she was, claws dug in deep, and teeth bared at any who threatened it. She had been ferocious and wild, coming and going like the wind. Yet now, she was a lump upon existence. Tamed. Leashed. Fangs dulled and claws clipped. Her hisses a mockery to what she once was. Her mind wanted to run, but her heart was a stone in her chest that held her to the ground. Love was a creature far more terrifying than herself. Its talons burrowed deeper in that beating pit of flesh inside her than she could have ever hoped to get her own. It ripped away will. Shredded resistance. Rendered all before itself weak, pitiful, helpless. It abused emotionally and left scars that couldn't heal because they never touched the flesh, but what a pretty bow love used to wrap up the bruises. Hiding them behind moments of bliss and sweetness. The craving for loves bitter kiss embedded itself into her soul and burned through the bone until nothing could ease it except the embrace of her adored. The only arms she wanted. A soothing touch that seared even as it calmed. She hated it. She loved it. She wanted it. She despised it. Happiness was always there, lingering at the tips of her fingers, but it danced and dodged, teasing and taunting in the endless waltz that had become her life. Every time she thought she'd captured it, she would open her hands to find them empty. Her feet ached and her legs were numb. Exhaustion screamed inside her head, telling her to lay down and surrender. To let the happiness slip away and return to the wilds, but the shackles she built were far too strong and herself far too stubborn. Let it go? No, that would never be an option. After all, she was still a beast and if happiness refused her then she would burn it to the ground alongside the love she felt.
Once upon a time there was a monster whose story wasn't unique. She knew the world was an ugly and horrible place and that the people were fake. Their smiles hid fangs far sharper than her own, so she growled and she snarled and she pretended her heart didn't hurt. She bundled it up and buried it deep, but even she wasn't immune to that thing called love. She hated this world. . She hated it very much. . And yet there was a place she thought could be warm and safe. She thought it would be okay to unpack the heart she had buried. . To dust off the rusty veins and let it beat. The monster had forgotten how weak her heart really was. Unused and forgotten and now exposed and fragile. She wanted nothing, but that love, but love, love was just another word for pain. Inside all she had was rage. Rage for what was supposedly love. Rage for the people who lived. Rage for her own existence. An unending anger that beat against her soul and it hurt all the way to her core. She had been fine on her own a long time ago and she wished upon endless stars that she had just stayed alone, because she had never been so lonely before.
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