Lurid Amarix

While it had only been three years since her last visit to these lands, Lurid felt as though it were a lifetime ago. Kichi and Alastor's laughter rang in her ears in haunting echoes, her own dual-toned laughter mixing with it. Such a long time to realize there had been no joy for the miserable queen, ripped away from her king and her little prince, not to mention the jester. Lurid sat cloaked in darkness once again, foul thoughts of how she was cheated out of her life by some deity rolling through her troubled mind. In moments like these, Lurid would have turned to Alastor for a soothing word or other comforts, but in the last few years, she had only been able to turn to herself.

Mirovis was even more treacherous when she suddenly appeared in the middle of a pack member challenging her sister for leadership, finding that the weaker Amarix woman had nearly lost her crown and control over the devils that followed Lurid. Rage had consumed her, madness was all she knew in those three years as she wrestled for control once again. The battles had seen to it that the brutal queen still held her crown, but with only siblings to rule over the remaining of her pack, Lurid wasn't ruling much. The only ties she left behind were family that knew better than to cross her, and this sealed her return to Boreas.

This was no time to live in the past, however, as Lurid had things to do before she was too old to do them. With no idea what her small family had been up to in the past three years and no way to find out without meeting any ire, Lurid wondered how they had fared but needed to put thoughts of them aside as she had done numerous times. There had been countless attempts to come home, to explain the things that happened to her and reunite with her family, but since day one the entity that had banished her made sure she could not return. Pale gaze was made eerily white by the lack of light, her clouded left eye seemed almost like a small moon, the woman looking more like a pale, golden ghost sitting in the darkness. How did one get back at a god? The moon goddess did not want to risk teleportation again, that had cost her a whole month last time. Being instantly flashed across an ocean while still in searing pain and finding that you were ripped away from everyone and everything you ever loved or cared for has a way of turning one mad.

As always, Alastor was at the forefront of her mind and she wrestled herself trying to live in the present - a constant battle for the pale devil. Seeing as the ground was not soaked in blood, she could only assume he was doing well, possibly even happy. Could she blame him if he had moved on? Not really, she could only imagine what he must have thought of her sudden disappearance. There was a big piece of her that felt rage at the thought of him with another, but she would not blame her dark king, had the roles been reversed she would have probably sought comfort with another. Righting her thoughts, Lurid assured herself that there could be a Mirovis without a king if he had moved on. Perhaps she should try to seek out Kefka and his little daughter if they even still remained in Boreas. Foul mood and foul thoughts plagued her, but she didn't move, simply sat staring into the dark and watching memories in her mind. She would seem an angry statue to anyone who passed, even her breaths could hardly be noticed in the biting cold.

|| Word count: 635 words. ||
"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'You.'

Note: Sorry ahead of time...she rolled a 6 and a 2...Super grump, but nothing too serious...yet...

ART by BRIENA

Basilsik frowned as he found his wandering steps taking him towards the Sparse Pines. A wolf he had called friend had claimed this territory for only a breath before something had happened to her. Her disappearance was a mystery that seemed unlikely to give any that knew her closure. Perhaps that was why he had avoided this territory for so long. But now, his ear freshly torn from the raid and frustration boiling over, he found himself wandering into the late night and entering a territory he had until now subconsciously avoided.

His Peregrine falcon swooped overhead, enjoying the thrill of rising and diving in the chilled night air. He might have missed the statue-like wolf entirely if not for a casual glance in the direction of the white-frosted creature. His eyes roamed over her, and then snapped back in surprise. He lifted his head, sampling the air and catching the faint traces of her. “Excellent impression of a statue. Or have you frozen over?” he asked the shorter wolf mildly, coming to a full stop, and turning to face her. Sensing a chance, his falcon let out a soft cry and swooped down once more. Coming to an elegant stop on his shoulder blades, sharp eyes scanning the space around them.

"Speech"

Lurid Amarix

Blood always seemed to call the predators in. The metallic-sweet scent hit her nose and she immediately snapped her holographic gaze in the direction it had come from, not moving anything else on her body. The dark figure that shifted through the trees appeared to be a bear of some sort, but the blood she could smell from recent injuries to the figure told her it was, in fact, a wolf. The ivory bitch-goddess had never been made to feel so small in her entire life, but as the multi-colored mass moved closer to her she could feel her eyes widen against her will in absolute shock. The wicked woman had enough sense to keep the majority of her expression from her face, though the temptation to challenge him just for his size was present given her foul mood. A soft screech reached her ears as his falcon friend dipped from the skies to his shoulder, looking more like a bird on the back of a rhino than a predatory species. Lurid felt something in her mood shift, despite the fact she couldn't take the dark thoughts from her mind entirely. 'Excellent impression of a statue. Or have you frozen over?' His voice said he was young still as he complimented her impression of a statue, or worried if the white devil had frozen over, and the ghost of a smile lifted the corners of her lips just a fraction.

She said nothing for a moment before she moved suddenly, standing to her feet in a flash and shaking the snow from her crystalline pelt, the translucent hairs reflecting moonlight and making gold and silver sparkle and shine in the moonlight. Holographic lavender seemed to flash white for a moment as she turned her gaze once again to the boy, her dual-toned vocals seeming to float across the space between them on a crystalized breath in the darkness. The effect of her voice was not unlike two beings speaking in stereo, one with a slightly higher pitch and the other gave a low, husky tone. "I may, in fact, be frozen even if only in my mind. Seems to be a lifetime since I was last in these woods. What has you out and about on such a bitter evening?" The last was both an innocent question and a loaded warning. She was feeling a bit on the bitter side and did not truly wish to have any altercation; especially with such a large beasty and his little bird. While they stayed out of most interactions with others her own companions stayed nearby. Samael was sitting very still in a tree not far off and Ilyn would look like a snow drift, in short distance from their queen, only a bark away. Should anything go wrong, they would be right there to help her with anything she might need.

|| Word count: 479 words. ||
"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'You.'

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ART by BRIENA