“You should watch your tongue Loserlise,” Belama chuckled.
“Stop calling me that you old witch!” Elise spat back.
“Such a temper, hahaha. So what are you doing? Having a queer party in the cave?”
“Eat ass you old hag,” Mark barked.
“How dare you- I’ll have your rear for that one. Such a mouth on you,” she muttered as others soon came from behind to join her.
“Get out of here!” Samantha yelled.
“Oh pipe down. I’m not here for you freaks anyways. I’m here for the princess over there.”
“The hell do you want?”
“Why, simple. I’m here because you’re such a disappointment and you need to be reminded of it daily. Also your bedding job was total shit. There were thorns in mine, brat.”
“Seriously?” Thomas muttered, “Can’t imagine why-”
“Why yes. A disgrace to the very name Vulfax. Your father tries so hard, your brothers try so hard. And here you are, consulting with the gays, being useless even for a woman. Ugh, you just reek of failure. I was hoping if I asked you nicely to run off and die somewhere you just would. Your brothers are both so stressed, poor Rusty is slipping up because you’re his blood, and it’s getting to him.”
“I don’t give a damn what that jackass has to say about me, nor do I care what you have to say about me you old hag. Fuck off already!” Elise spat.
“Oh such a temper. Gosh. No wonder you’re such a failure. Can’t respect your elders.”
“S-shut up. Elise is no failure, she’s great!” Elen chimed.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did the little queer say something?” Belama retorted, “I know none of the rest of you are that way, or at least don’t yet seem to be. It’s such a disease, bringing such great shame. Elen, I don’t get it. How could you do that to this proud clan?”
Scott and Drake moved forward towards Belama, at which point three of her own people stepped in front of her to block the boys. Belama smirked, her eyes wild with flare, “Your own parents were so disappointed in you Elen that they had to run off and die. Your friends say nothing in retaliation that’s worth a shit. You are just as big of a failure as Elise.”
“Belama!” Elise spat, standing straight with arms down, turning in the old woman’s direction, “Get out of here now! I am still an heir to Vulfax, I can have you banished or executed with the snap of my god damn finger!”
“Ugh, standing up for that?! You must swing that way too, oooug. I was only joking about the gay party; but I guess I was right. You nasty nasty terrible girl. That’s alright though, we’ll talk again soon. Toodles,” she said with a laugh, turning and walking away, “Oh and Elen, stop your gushing over Elise. If she was ever going to smash your little hole with hers, she’d have done it AGES ago. You’re both just trash. No wonder your parents left you behind, just so they wouldn’t have to look at you, their mistake, an utter failure. Both of you should just kill yourselves and be done with it. You and your fake fucking depression, god!”
She departed down a corridor with others following close behind. Elise’s body relaxed as she let forth a sigh, turning round, “Hey uh, you alr-”
Mark turned, no sign of Elen. She had disappeared.
“Elen? Oh man, guys, please just, go find her,” Elise spoke.
“Gotcha,” Destiny replied.
The group moved down the tunnel, breaking off into different directions down different tunnels. Elise followed in a quick pace, looking around as she did, “Damn Belama, she knows Elen is more on the sensitive side. I hope she didn’t get far-”
Elise followed behind Scott and Zoey first, who then turned down different tunnels. Elise kept forward, turning, forward, and turning again. All the turns and tunnels appeared largely the same with torches placed every so often, some out and some still ablaze. Another turn and then there came shouting.
“Fucking little whore, stand up!” an elderly man yelled.
Elise turned another corner. Before her now a large old man in brown robes, two bulky warriors around him. On the ground before them was Elen. Blood trickled down the right side of her face, a bruise easily visible. The old man swung his right foot ahead, nailing Elen in the jaw sending her onto her back.
“Know your place, servant!” the old man spat, literally spitting on Elen’s face before walking over her with the other two, “I could give two shits about you being a queer. You’re still a woman and you’re fit to serve us warriors, bitch! And I don’t care what you say. Good luck surviving on your own you little queer! Out there, there’s nothing but death and worse hell than this clan!”
He approached Elise, scowling, “As for you,” he barked holding his right arm out, his pointer finger poking her chest, “Clean this shit heap up like a good little worm.”
He pulled his hand back and glance down slightly, “And while you’re at it, fluff these up so you’re at least presentable.”
He brushed passed Elise with the other two following, leaving her scowling with a following gaze. Her attention turned quickly back to Elen who was just now starting to sit back up, rather teary eyed. Her head and body turned round to look at Elise who was now approaching, who was moments later kneeling down with arms wrapped around Elen.
Embrace.
“Elen, it’ll be alright,” she spoke softly, patting Elen’s back.
“E-Elise I-I, I just- I hate it here, I don’t want to be here anymore!” she sobbed in response, “I hate everyone, it’s like this every day!”
“Easy now. I know. Belama has it out for anyone who isn’t up to her so called standards, and the elders are just stuck in their old ways.”
“They’re all like this though, all the time!”
“Vulfax- does have issues, lots of issues; but it’s not all bad, right?”
“J-just don’t lie to yourself, you get is worse than any of us-”
Elise glanced off to the left, a sigh escaping her in that moment. Elen tore free from Elise’s hold, causing the latter to stumble. The former moved away down the tunnel, her head lowered with her hair in her face, “I need some time Elise, j-just leave me be-” she finished with a sob.
By the time Elise stood, Elen had already taken off.468Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡInjdWkMyo1
