Post by Quinn Tisiphone on Mar 19, 2016 13:50:20 GMT -5
Reconstruction. That's what several of them had come to Promise Island to do once the war started to slow down. While the others had begun constructing things that would be a priority to get this Island to work in a proper manner, Quinn had began taking out any that had been freed who were still considered guilty. The odd thing was...Usually by killing the guilty, there was a surge of pride. The guilty were a worthy sacrifice to make the Gods pleased with you. But lately, despite giving the Gods more and more blood...She still felt so empty. With blood stained hands, Quinn stood upon the sand at the beach, keeping her eyes focused on the cloud lingering in the air above them. She wasn't sure how long she had been standing there..Possibly a few hours. But she felt she would remain there till something made sense. Till she felt something. She was being punished...
The sensations she once felt...they weren't there...She was tired of being what they wanted her to be...A killer, a guard dog...Who was Quinn. The numb sensations coated every being of who she was, and who she wanted to be. "Less like you..." Quinn mumbled as she threw her blade aside and collapsed to her knees. Her need and want to please them was suffocating her. She hated these Gods, hated everything they had done to her..But they injected themselves in her like a drug. This wasn't healthy...this was an abusive relationship. Still focusing up at the cloud, Quinn felt herself grow heavier and heavier. Since she was made this is what she was told was right...if they weren't happy...Then there was no point to life. They wanted her dead, if they wanted her to kill herself to make them happy then that would be the answer. Tears began streaming down Quinn's face as she tried making sense of her own thoughts. She knew the Gods were influencing what she was thinking..but why would they in such a negative factor. Looking out to the waves of the ocean, Quinn could only hope the waves would bring mercy and wash away the things she had done...Wash away everything. Her thoughts were consuming her...so much so that her body was acting on her own. Collapsing onto her side, Quinn felt her heart in her chest, her body growing colder. There were times when she could open her eyes and see the world, and then other times that all there seemed to be was darkness. When would she live for herself again...When would she no longer serve the Gods.
The sensations she once felt...they weren't there...She was tired of being what they wanted her to be...A killer, a guard dog...Who was Quinn. The numb sensations coated every being of who she was, and who she wanted to be. "Less like you..." Quinn mumbled as she threw her blade aside and collapsed to her knees. Her need and want to please them was suffocating her. She hated these Gods, hated everything they had done to her..But they injected themselves in her like a drug. This wasn't healthy...this was an abusive relationship. Still focusing up at the cloud, Quinn felt herself grow heavier and heavier. Since she was made this is what she was told was right...if they weren't happy...Then there was no point to life. They wanted her dead, if they wanted her to kill herself to make them happy then that would be the answer. Tears began streaming down Quinn's face as she tried making sense of her own thoughts. She knew the Gods were influencing what she was thinking..but why would they in such a negative factor. Looking out to the waves of the ocean, Quinn could only hope the waves would bring mercy and wash away the things she had done...Wash away everything. Her thoughts were consuming her...so much so that her body was acting on her own. Collapsing onto her side, Quinn felt her heart in her chest, her body growing colder. There were times when she could open her eyes and see the world, and then other times that all there seemed to be was darkness. When would she live for herself again...When would she no longer serve the Gods.