Trigger warnings for blood, horror, neck trauma, death, suicidal ideation etc will feature, follow with caution.
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Written by Andy.
blog est. Nov 2013
Status: Hiatus (as of Mid August)
Formerly strigoxica.
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|| { † } Blood ran cold at the slipped mention of the word ’fangs’. Homura’s frenzied world drew still, and for a few moments the knowledge of how to breathe was lost as well as all reason. Madoka hadn’t known the girl… she had just been an anonymous victim… No vendetta, no scheme, just… blood. As she had put it herself, ‘fangs in her neck’.
How? It couldn’t be possible. No, it wasn’t possible. How could she be…like her? …That couldn’t be. For a start, Madoka wasn’t even a Magical Girl in this timeline. Homura had made sure of that.
So did that mean that…the pink-haired girl was an actual…
|| { † } ❝ … Fangs. ❞ The Magi breathlessly repeated, limbs already paralysed with shock.
❝ … Kaname Madoka. Just what were
your…'fangs’…doing in her neck?
It looks to me as if you didn’t want
to kill this girl, you were merely
– hungry. ❞
Each word solidified the notion in her head. Homura’s eyes beckoned explanation, for she wasn’t keen to be left in the dark about something as important as this. For how long had this been happening? How long had Madoka been suppressing her hunger? Judging by her reaction, this was the first time she’d injured to kill. And her tears, her disturbed response…that was exactly like her.
❝ You’re not a 'monster’. You’re still
you, or so I’d like to believe.
Though I need to be told from the
beginning, what you are. Don’t
be afraid of how I will react.
I am aware of more than you’d
think. Just speak. ❞