what doesn't kill me | Open | Jun 11, 2014 4:01:19 GMT -6
Post by General SigmaButt σ on Jun 11, 2014 4:01:19 GMT -6
THE Μ Ξ Τ Λ
and we will be coming for you
| Sigma | Theta | Omega | Eta/Iota | Gamma | Delta | Beta |
The Meta walked along the edges of the watering hole, eyes drifting around the scenery without any real purpose. His facade was mostly empty of any sign of emotion beyond a small, displeased curl of his lips and a faint narrowing of his visionaries. It was a beautiful, nearly cloudless Spring day. The heat was more forgiving here than his home, Reach, that much was certain. But that was not the reason he was here. No, he came to these lands, almost sickening in its beauty, to momentarily be alone. Truly alone.
Here he was not being bombarded by incessant chatter. He didn't have to train a plethora of foals. He didn't have to break apart Harkness and Dietrich from ripping each other's throats out. He didn't have to pry Witchcrypt off his side or get into a vicious screaming match with the vix. For the moment, it was just him, and he was enjoying it. Well, as much as The Meta ever enjoyed anything. The voices chattered in the back of his skull. Omega was seething, as always. Sigma seemed particularly disgruntled at the lack of progress being made in their hunt for Epsilon and The Alpha. 'Of course no progress is being made. Meta's been too busy sticking his dick in that bitch to even search!' At that, a jolt of irritation shocked Meta. By now, he's used to the Rage fragments insults, but sometimes, just sometimes, Omega would catch him off guard.
It also irritated him that Omega assumed The Meta cared less about their hunt for Him and Epsilon than before. It was all part of the plan. Set up a base, set up a trade, get information that way. However, the plan has yet to come into fruition. It would take him longer than he hoped and expected to conclude this hunt. To complete his collection and reach Metastability. 'Don't act so broken up about it, Meta. I think you've come to like domestic life. Got your two little bastards, that bitch always on your heels, those two imbeciles you call bretheren, your white picket home and your silly little charade of a 'job'. Why even need Him?' The fragment's voice was as deep and baleful as ever. Meta could practically feel the sneer in his voice.
If Meta had hackles, they'd be rising the more the voice spoke. A steady, low growl rumbled deep in the bronc's chest. The voices began to stir more. They didn't like the prospect that Meta had given up on searching for their Pater. They didn't like it one bit. It was their goal. Nothing else mattered but Him. Even if The Meta grew to enjoy this tame lifestyle, at least tame in comparison to his old lifestyle, they wouldn't care. It was their will that mattered, and their will was to find Alpha. If he didn't continue searching, then they would find a way to make him get back on track, even if it forced him to decimate all he stood for again. It wouldn't be the first time he committed a genocide on his 'loved ones' for the will of the voices. For Alpha.
His head ached minutely with the pressure of the growing frenzy. Then, Beta stepped up, as always, to regain control of the situation. He couldn't count how many times she reigned in the frenzing voices and kept Meta from completely losing control. 'Everyone, calm down. Omega, shut your fucking mouth. So Meta likes being pussywhipped. He's still hunting. Don't you forget who's in charge here.' There was an unspoken threat in her words directed at the embodiment of Rage.
Omega just laughed gleefully; a malignant sound that grated against every nerve ending. 'And if I forget, will you beat it back in to me?' Beta and Meta seemed to sneer at the same time at the lecherous words. It was known that Omega had a sick attraction to Beta. She was the only one who could overcome his power. Meta didn't even try to argue about who's in charge. It was true. If she so pleased, she could quite easily overtake every facet that comprises The Meta. Instead of responding, she seemed to simply smother him, clearly not in the mood for his antics. It left Meta in a state of unnerving silence for the moment.
A low sigh passed his velvets as he looked around. There didn't seem to be anything notable going on in the territory. In all, it seemed rather uneventful, really. He debated on turning around and making his way back to Reach to continue training, but decided to enjoy the peace for just a moment longer. It seemed to be a fading thing in his swiftly filling home.