((Liquid time to a few days after the Elysius meeting))

There it was, his ever wavering faith in his sister, and there it went slipping from his grasp. Twice Artemis had called upon them to build a kingdom, and twice she had left, fled the responsibility clearly too much for her to bear. The boy knew he still needed a place to go to train, to get better and one day seek his revenge against his half-brother, the monster that had slaughtered their mother. The boy was loath to do this, he could hardly stand her, and yet the woman had seen his potential? So it was that the young Elysius grudgingly tore himself away from his birth place and set out to seek out the silver bitch. His search had brought him much farther west than he was comfortable with? he would suck it up though. He had a mission and would allow no obstacles to come between him and it, hell he?d kiss the ground under her paws if that was the only way she?s allow him to once more join her. Lips curling up in disgust he stopped along the border and violently threw his head back to call for anyone who might allow him to once more join the fold. Talk like this

The call that echoed in her ears was not one she expected. He had come back. Lips curled into a vicious smile as she traipsed through the moor, the fog caressing her bodice and hiding her until she stood before him. Peering down at the boy, her lips remained contorted in a vicious grin. A low chuckle would roll off her tongue as she stood only a foot from him. "Look who it is, my sweet little Novocaine." Toxic words were as sweet as honey. "What could possibly bring you to my borders?" A brow would lift in genuine curiosity. Last she had seen of him, he was half dead with the plague, being dragged off by his sister. Before that, he made it more than clear that he loathed her presence. There was no denying that he despited her with every ounce of his being. And yet here he stood. Perhaps he had finally figured out who was the superior being. Her crown would tip to the left, her brows lifting with new expectancy. She was dying to hear whatever it was he had to say. WORDS HERE

Mist clung to her form making her invisible till she stood right before him and Novocaine fought the instinct to suddenly backpedal; a startled hiss sliding out from barred canines. The bitch was wearing a grin upon her visage and he was overcome with the urge to tear it from her face. But he forced his expression into a controlled grimace, flicking his gaze away from her as she spoke. Growls rumbled in his throat but he kept them from escaping his lips. He was going to have to be smart with his answer, something he wasn?t exactly good at. ?Artemis was weak.? He began stating it simply. ?She proved useless in both her endeavor and my own.? He smirked that at least was a truth. ?I needed something, someone stronger.? That was a half-truth, she had proved to be the only one even semi-useful but as for if he thought her any stronger than Artemis? Well he was still working on that one. Talk like this

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( also, sorry if art is unwelcome here. i intended for her to come in and disown novo, and leave, but i didn't want to put it all in one post + i assume that cat or novo might flip their shit idk sorry but it's about time art realizes her family mooches off of her xD )

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? he had been silent during her offer, denying his own opportunity to thrive beneath the reigns of supremacy she no longer desired to possess. it had been quite uncharacteristic of the elysius boy to reject the proffered crown and the authority it symbolized; and yet, she had not questioned his desires to remain nameless -- a N O B O D Y. though the curiosity lingered within the decadent chasms of her mind, for it had been their birthright to remain ambitious, to seize power betwixt covetous paws { and were that not the standards he had been holding her to? } however, she had supported the discarding of her superiority with viable reason and had retired from her golden throne with fair warning to her acolytes unlike the previous instance of abandonment; but still, he had forsaken her like the others. for if the elysius monarch does not play the role of a diligent benefactor for those blessed with her given surname, she is completely useless, no? NO -- it is THEY who are the negligent, and she who is the e n t i t l e d. palpable fury sears through iron veins as the phantom deity approaches the domain of her lowly adversary while she trails her brother?s route, the overwhelming aroma of the negligent silver prominent enough to make the tyrant gag out of sheer repugnance. and yet, she withholds the increasing urge to reveal her looming presence as she witnesses the betrayal of her remaining sibling, upper lip unfurling to expose the gluttonous incisors that had once eviscerated for his sake as the pitiful queen emerges from her misted crypt. digits individually flex in a poor attempt to channel her rage into the earth beneath her paws as triangular ears frantically careen atop the skewed slopes of her pallid crown, attentive to the encounter unfolding mere meters away from where she has concealed herself. and yet, the deity is coaxed into exposing herself to the duo as mindless insults cascade from her brother?s poisoned lips, a guttural snarl wrenching free of ravenous jaws as she diverts her focus upon her insipid sibling. ?weak,? she repeats incredulously as wry chortles cascade from velveteen lips, regarding her sibling with the frigidity of her mismatched gaze as she lays waste to the distance that separates the two elysiuses from one another. ?you call me weak, yet you?ve no achievements to your name, boy. you are merely bestowed with a name that i?ve glorified with my own efforts.? her arrogance is tangible, and yet, her statements are irrefutable. she is the glorified paladin, the undefeated tyrant queen! and he, the undeserving parasite. ?but no more, no...? she begins, the impulsivity of anger intercepting rational thought as she registers the hurt her brother has inflicted unto her -- though her countenance reflects naught but raw fury as her abstract gaze bores into his own cerulean. ?you are not mine. you are not an elysius,? is the venomous claim that infiltrates the momentary silence, jaw clenching as her own statement sinks in. vehement fury begins to dissipate from her marred visage as silence encumbers her battered form, pupils averting from her brother?s own as her breathing rate grows sluggish and the adrenaline ebbs away from her interior. ?the elysius do not betray, and they do not wallow in namelessness as you have,? she spits. ?-- and they never will. not again.? for it is her own children that will be taught of familial devotion and upholding their legacy; the current elysius generation { aside from herself } clearly had not been engraved with the values their mother glorified.

His startled growls brought a sneer to her face. But when he spoke, his words were unexpected. He so readily denounced his sister, calling the pale tyrant weak. A brow would lift in speculation. He wanted someone stronger. It was interesting. He had been swept away by her when he was sick, and even before that he seemed to hold his sister to a higher standard, thinking so much of her. And now, here he was, openly shaming her. Jaws would part, a snarky remark on the tip of her tongue, but a shift in the mist pulled her attention from the boy. Speak of the devil. The familiar face of the fallen queen would form, her words venomous. She would watch with amusement, her gaze dancing back and forth between siblings. She disowned him, denouncing her claim on him even as she spoke of her own successes. The girl was nothing if not arrogant. But it did not faze the silver temptress, she was far to amused. "As amusing as this is, you are both wasting my time." Words fell effortlessly, her smirk falling away, though amusement still danced in her coral pools. Her gaze would leave the pale wench in favor of her brother, a brow lifting fractionally. She had already formed the idea that how he responded to this would be his test. How would he react to Artemis? She didn't have all day, there were far better things to do than stand around and listen to siblings bicker. This would be his chance to impress whether or not he realized it. WORDS HERE

He watched the silver woman, waiting for a response when a voice echoed from the mists and like a ghost Artemis emerged from the fog. Lips curled back suddenly as the boy turned to draw in the image of his sister. The wraith speaks, venom lacing her words as much his previous statements. A rumbling deep within his chest threatening to escape the confines of his throat; as she continues to sing her own praises. Despite it all they still shared the Elysius pride, the ego.
Then she did it, dropped a bombshell and the anger bubbling inside him is suddenly a fatality of her explosion. For the briefest of moments his expression drops, incredibility and even pain flashing across his features before he adopts a mask of amused indifference. All at once two emotions begin a furious tug of war inside him; a weight lifting at the knowledge that his plans are no longer hindered by a loyalty that means nothing to him and yet he is being crushed by the knowledge that all he once stood for is being violently torn from his grasp.
He forced a chuckle, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. ?Considering my own lovely littermates seemed content with ignoring my existence, I?m not certain there?s anything for me to hold onto anyways!? Ah yes, his full blooded siblings, now that he thought about it he would give up a thousand things if it meant not having to pretend to care about them when they didn?t seem to want to put in the effort. Last he had seen of them they had been glued to each other?s sides, and all but ignored him all together. Damn brats! He had bled and sacrificed to earn his place back in the damned forest, and what had they done? Waltzed right like damn idiots, and yet they had acted as though they were so much better than him.
?Unless of course you expect me to grovel before you at the thought of losing you dear sister.? He spat the words. ?What?s in a name?? He hissed, grinning defiantly up at the wraith. ?Why should I cling to one so soiled by your own failure?? Then he would glance back towards the silver bitch, he wanted nothing more than to slink off right now, but he needed to know which way to head, into the mists or away.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the tyrant queen indulges in the sight of her { disowned } brother?s momentary anguish, avid pupils ravaging his countenance to register the emotion he so carelessly displays as her own battered visage retains its practiced apathy. yet the phantom still seethes with palpable fury, rugged musculature rippling apprehensively beneath pallid flesh as if to dare the boy to utter any further venomous sentiments lest he possesses the desire for masochism. but her former sibling merely smirks, defiance laden within the wry expression that contorts his facial features as he forces choked laughter, her own brows knitting together with agitation as he wallows in his own self-pity, claiming to have been disregarded by siblings just as nameless as he. ?the name is my own,? she reassures him resolutely, potent venom faintly obscured within the depths of her tone as fervent pupils interlock with his own. ?they are as undeserving as you are, novo,? is the assertive vow the elysius deity rasps, amethyst and silver gaze narrowing with contempt as her thoughts briefly wander to the half-bloods { and even the full-blooded } that had F O R S A K E N her one too many times. no -- neither of her siblings would retain the surname she had glorified, and with their mother?s untimely demise, such responsibilities as matriarch had been bestowed upon her own head. the negligent silver dares interject upon familial conflict, but her efforts to ensnare the sole elysius? attention are futile, and the phantom queen readily disregards the pretender in favor of the parasitic boy before her. and with his bitter remarks of grovelling, the paladin cannot surpass the increasing urge to smirk, sinful incisors flashing in his direction as she presents him with an expression as equally sardonic as his own, mirthless chortles cascading from velveteen lips that become amplified as he continues to degrade her achievements. ?i promised you our home, and i have it. it?s the crown that came with it, and it?s the crown i do not want. but if willingly giving it up counts as a failure in your eyes and everything i?ve done for you makes me so weak --? the phantom pauses, disdain heavy in her gaze as she backpedals slightly to remove herself from her sibling?s tight proximities. ?-- then perhaps i should have made this decision long before.? frigid gaze yet lingers upon his miniscule physique as her skull involuntarily shakes with disbelief, pain encumbering her typically indifferent gaze as memories flood the pestilent chasms of her swarming mind. she had once dragged his battered form across the entirety of the south and had ceaselessly journeyed across alacritia to soothe him from the plague that had once threatened to snuff the life from his veins, and it had been she that had remained when his littermates had not. and yet, it seemed her efforts had always been for NAUGHT. robust body begins to pivot away from the nameless and the pretender, abstract gaze briefly shifting to interlock with the silver whore?s own coral, indifference plastered once more to her porcelain features. pupils reunite with her brother?s own again as the ghost of a smirk caresses her countenance, pausing in her stride to grant him a final sentiment, laced with evident amusement. ?though it is ironic that you would run from the one who bled for her earnings and into the arms of the vulture ?queen,? expecting to grow s t r o n g e r.? leathery nostrils flare with the expelled snort, gaze wavering between the negligent duo before exposing decadent incisors once more to her sibling in a grin so criminal. ?but this is where you truly belong, novocaine,? is the backhanded blessing she bestows upon him, glancing a final time to the unimposing silver wraith before beginning her trek back to the confines of her domain. --- exeunt artemis, unless stopped

A humorless chuckle rolled off her tongue as she shook her head at the pitiful sight before her. She was so glad that Demyan had never been so needy. The white bitch would leave, her attempts at insults slipping off pale flesh without so much as a blink. Children..... Her pale shadow would disappear into the mist and the Queens attention would return to Novovcaine. A brow lifted as a one sided smirk lifted lips. She would meet his gaze evenly, her expression dark with amusement. "If you are done with your bickering, don't be late to training." She would accept him into the fold, he would have his chance at becoming great. She would step away from the border and from him, a second chuckle dripping off her lips. She would disappear into the mist, her eery laugh lingering. She didn't bother to wait and see if he would accept her offer, if he did then he would be at the meeting, if not, well then if she ever found him lingering within her borders, she would not hesitate to slave him as her own personal little slave to answer to her every whim. It had been awhile since she had last seen Artemis. And how far she had fallen as to need to claim her siblings. Did she really need they approval so much that she required their presence whether or not they wanted to. With a flick of her tail, the woman was forgotten, once again nothing more than a memory. -exit unless stopped. WORDS HERE