*Like I said last chapter another heads up, this is a serious issue many people still face whether they be men women or others. The way Silver is handling this is not healthy which will be addressed later on I just wanted to keep things canon in the mogeko or well Okegom world since those a part of it no doubt know how messed up the world can or is.*
Solemnly, the once scary shark bows her head in shame as she stands on the opposite side of the polar bear across the table, her arms crossed and her coal-black sclera eyes narrowed in concern of the poor shark. Defeated, the shark's long wild greyish blue hair dangles down only instead of looking more punk like it looks messier than usual; the heavy scent of cigarettes lingers in her hair, causing the female across from her to scowl at the familiar smoky stench from the slumped girl. Her delicate, porcelain, snow skin now has a variety of bruises from bite-marks on her exposed arms; the faint purple hickeys marred all over her body to the jaw, like the chomp marks on her collarbone.
The girl's jacket lays on the ground, torn marks on it as her once fluffy white fur part of the coat looks more ravaged with bits of white fur being torn off from her jacket. Patiently, Yukisada applies the bandages by the shark's side, bandaging up the mess. Oblivious, Mafuyu draws on paper, enjoying the little crayon drawings, a few balls of yarn lay patiently by her side, one blue, one yellow, and the other I believe to be a shade of red.
"So it happened again…"
"Yeah…"
"Did you even try to fight back?"
"Yes! He's an orca I'm a shark you do know the circle of life right!?"
"You're pathetic for a shark…"
"Shut up! You don't think I know that…"
Sadly, Silvers look down at the ground depressed, ashamed, and most of all disappointed as she recalls her fatal loss…
Silver pov:
Urgh…
Everything hurts; everything feels heavy, urgh everything in my body aches. Groaning, I ignore the sharp pain down below, the numbness of my thighs, and the ache in my back. I can't move it's like my thighs have been crushed. No, I have to get out, come on maybe I pulled a muscle swimming or when I fought that ass yesterday. What happened though…everything went blank after leaving Yukisade's place.
Hmm…what's that smell? Twitching my nostrils move detecting the familiar stench of tobacco, musk, and…iron? Curious, I force my body out of the bed only to gasp at the light scratch marks inflicted on my once smooth, pale porcelain skin, now marked with a few ruby red lines; they will fade in time but still what the heck happened last night? I raise a brow at the faint trail of crimson staining the once pure snow duvet. Did Yukisade's bandages come…?
Why am I naked?
Why are my clothes on the floor?
Why can't I remember!?
Wait…
No…
Horrified, I take a step back flinching as the flashes of brief images, a memory appears before my mind making me fall to my knees, bowing in shame, defeat, and horror at the truth.
Horrified, I take a look in the mirror in the bathroom after dragging my limping form into the bathroom like a zombie only then for reality to hit me like a hammer.
THAT ORCA IS DEAD!
I stare into the reflection of myself blushing slightly at the numerous hickeys, cuts, and bite-marks…that bastard had the nerve to mark me!? He's dead, he's dead, HE'S DEAD! Angrily, I turn to glare at the room, catching numerous clues of last night providing evidence for my idea of what occurred. Slyly, my eye narrows down to a nearby drawer, I open it to glare at a familiar book. Ruby red-faced, I pick up the book and shyly take out the pen by the side of the book, opening it, not looking at it ashamed as I tick a mere box, the very start, and top of the list, no one will ever know of but still, that freak…coming into my home doing all those things to me, no matter how pleasurable it may have been at the time, that bastard is dead, six feet under, dead, dead, dead!
Angrily, my boiling blood fumes for hours on end however it soon settles as another realization falls into place. Oh dear sea god what have I done…?
Quickly, I bow to the floor, hands on the floor, head down as I begin chanting praying, horrified at the gory truth.
Princess Uomi, forgive me for my crime, forgive me god of the sea for not being stronger, forgive me for my sin. Forgive, forgive, forgive, for hours I replayed the prayer pleading for my forgives at the thought of my once pure soul being tainted, being ripped away, stolen, taken thanks to that…that monster.
-Present-
"To take advantage of a woman, men like him make me want to tear him, even more, to shred," Rocma growls lowly, bearing her claws as I drink down my comforting cup of cocoa.
"Thanks, Rocma," I smile weakly at her as she stands only to my surprise to pat my hair.
"It's okay, he's dead when I get my hands on him," Rocma growls making me smile at the concern in her tone. "Thanks but you're not doing this alone. That freak needs to be taught a lesson," I growl darkly as Rocma agrees, both of us sharing an expression of murder as Yukisada laughs nervously, while Mafuyu is unaware of our killer intent and resumes drawing happily, then turning to play with some balls of yarn.
"Lock your doors and windows, if he tries anything contact me for now I'll keep an eye out on that Orca," Rocma informs me making me nod in understanding as Yukisada stands up, dusting himself off with his winged feather arms.
"All done, I recommend not swimming for a while though along with fighting," Yukisada informs me making me scoff.
"Please I can still fight, I just feel heavier than usual," I shrug casually as the two simply sigh at my attempt to stand up. Quickly, I ignore the brief pain and instead focus on leaving the house, stretching, ignoring the slight groans of pain from my screeching limbs as I turn to go to confront a certain Orca.
Ignoring, the screaming, screeching, cries of me to flee in my head, fuelled by the fear of my predators my mind tells me to evacuate, to abort the mission to get out while I still can, but I can't not this time. This orca strolled into MY home, MY territory, and took what was MINE. No one does that, no one messes with me and no one messes with a shark. So instead, I use my rush of adrenaline fuelling my body to move, pushing away the pain. I can't back down now, I can't break down like I know most girls would do and be forever traumatized, I feel that way trust me but still, I can't, not with these people who need help, who need protection, who need me. For once I'm needed and I'm going to stay, being the strength this isle needs, Rocma can't do this alone anyway, not anymore especially with the water around her being the key to her demise. I ignore the huffs and whines of pain from my body to walk over to the Orca zone where a certain monster Orca, who is no doubt waiting, like the smug bastard that he is…