HEY YOUNG BLOOD
06-19-2014, 11:42 AM
Her paw-pads have been rubbed raw with her excessive travels and her limbs ache from overuse, and yet, the Elysius deity feels accomplished and relieved--her sibling?s ailments have been successfully diluted thanks to Roman?s remedial concoction and Novo?s path to recovery lacks any further hindrances. Such a prospect has left the phantom in high spirits; her family is on the verge of flourishing once more and fulfilling the supremacy bestowed upon their heads at birth--she supposes her relentless efforts to rally her siblings has finally paid off. And while she still lacks the paramount presences of both her littermates ( both of whom she has not encountered in seasons ), her faith in her family?s capabilities is unwavering; she knows that they will overcome all obstacles that line their path to irrefutable glory in due time. She has endured a lifetime of waiting and yet she is determined to wait more if that is what it takes; either way, she knows that her purpose resides within leading her kin and that she must play the role of their beacon of vigor and fortitude if she is to mend the familial bonds that had been broken as a result of their mother?s demise. She is halfway there, after all; the Elysius shall emerge from the ashes and conquer when the time is right, and that time approaches quickly.
06-19-2014, 05:00 PM
Bored, bored, bored. She is overwhelmingly bored, magma hued eyes flicking lazily toward her right as she contemplates leaving Covari for the day to find something exciting to occupy her time. Her restlessness prevails, ebony dipped legs unfolding as she lifts herself to her feet to free her carmine pelt of any debris before her departure. She shakes herself clean, dirt and gravel that had clung to her pelt flying in all directions. She wastes no time leaving her den to head toward the borders, glancing from left to right as she approaches for any spectators that could put a halt to her plans. She waits a few moments before crossing silently into the weeping woods, immediately changing her direction and pace to slither beneath the rows of weeping willows on silent paws. She travels toward the heart of the territory and reaches it within a few minutes, and she is surprised she has not bumped into a rogue yet despite traveling so far alone. Usually she stumbled across others unintentionally, but now that she was looking for someone, no one could be found. A displeased grunt would fall from her slackened jaws, ebony dipped tail flicking in annoyance behind her ethereal hips as she pressed her bodice into the base of gnarled willow. She would rest there momentarily, her eyes sweeping her surroundings as she thinks of a way to entertain herself- that is when she appears, a ghostly figure whom seems to float above the earth on her agile paws with ease. The youth's attention is immediately ensnared, and she tears away from the tree's base and aims to approach the stranger head on, brows furrowing as an odd sensation sweeps through her veins. This woman seems very familiar, as if they had met before under some odd circumstances... But she did not smell of Covari, and so the youth assumes she is a rogue passing through the willows whom she can aggravate and taunt. She pushes any thoughts of knowing this woman into the folds of her mind, mischief glowing within her magma hued eyes as she speaks in a low voice. "Who are you?" |
ooc- im in spree mode, forgive me xD
06-20-2014, 12:06 PM
With the pretentious finesse of a queen she hails, exposing herself to the tyrannical banshee who is otherwise unsuspecting to her abrupt and mischievous presence within a desolate wood. Abstract gaze devours all within its wake as she registers the cacophony of unmasked footfalls that lead her hungry pupils directly to its source, recognition settling into the folds of her diseased mind as her gaze lingers upon the adolescent?s ethereal exterior. Frayed lips tweak into the faintest hint of a smirk laden with poisonous intent and she halts in her purposeful saunter, allowing the carmine beauty to approach her as she will. Indifference shrouds her porcelain countenance as her pursuer lays waste to the distance that separates them--a predator from her prey--and yet, there is no denying the intense emotion that swarms her interior; had her victim become her advocate? However, as the child?s angelic tones grace the atmosphere, it all starts to make sense, and yet, not at all. Brows furrow in contemplation as she searches the demon?s facial features for an incent to what she can only suspect is a joke, though she is granted none--only the devious gleam to the girl?s molten gaze. ?Your mother would not want you here, little demon,? she croons softly--monotonously. She briefly wonders how the girl had even managed such a feat--to escape the prying grasp of a protective mother who had almost lost a daughter.