Holding power
06-11-2017, 11:41 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-13-2017, 04:04 PM by Skia.)
She moved with deadly intent, a shadow across the land. Her target was completely unaware he was even being hunted. How could he be? Her cousin was ignorant of her existence, and if he remained so it could be a deadly mistake as she turned it into her own personal game of cat and mouse. He had her father's pride and she wouldn't have it without knowing why. No she was the princess her family deserved to have. She had heard of giants roaming the land, causing chaos, and she snarled at the thought. To be so blatantly bold and risk exposure before an empire could even be raise was foolish and as far as she was concerned stupid. They deserved no respect for it, only the fact that the name was attached to them saved them from her true wrath.
She knew what they would probably think of her when they met. That she was some yearling mortal that wanted to prove her worth by slaying them. What could save her though was the icy gaze that was undeniably her fathers. The man had been old and wasted when she left, her last order from him was one she uncharacteristically obeyed without fault. His death laid at her paws, and she had done exactly as he asked. His words still played in her head like a mantra one could not refuse. "Skia, do not ignore what you are told this day. The god sings praise at what I have bred in you, take my life today, wear my blood on your fangs. Spill it in the name of purity and the strength in which i have given you, give it unto the true god. Then leave here, our time has been spent in the homeland, go follow your cousins, take from them what should of been mine. Spill his blood if you must, but leave the prodigal son alive to live under your shadow as i have done my brother for years." His voice was begging, pleading even. It sickened her that such a strong man had fallen so low. She knew the homeland was not to be hers but this foreign land, it could be if she played her cards just right. Though to usurp her cousin would mean to gain the favor of his own brothers and sisters. Her sacrifice of her father had been the start, though she knew better than to expect things to be as easy with the others. Though she knew word of her slaying of her own father had to gain some sort of respect among the family.
She shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts, continuing on her youngest cousin's trail, after all Phenex would be moving to find Amon, or at least he could lead her close enough. She moved like the devil she was. Head down and ready for action should she need it. Her size wasn't anything to snuff at. She was a giant among these creatures, just as large as her cousin. Her dead mother was where she gained such proportions. Serrana had been an easy conquest for her father and when the Abraxas had weaned the unholy children her father had silently culled her. He would not let her weaknesses enter his children. Though she remembered him culling her two siblings quickly when they would not heed his words or do as they were told. She was smarter though. She learned the quickest way to survive was to be a cutthroat and always do as she was told.
The savage she was was thanks t the man she called father. Though her uncle had always been weak and disapproved of his brother's tactics. She snarled once more at the thought. She was everything the Abraxas line needed. She stopped when the scent crossed that of something else. Another male, one that smelled like he had everything to do with Gaios, yet still nothing at all to do with the weak man. A smirk touched her lips, this must be him. She gave a good sniff to the scent before deciding which way it headed. She was quick to deduce its southward direction. This would be a cakewalk.
As she crossed lands and came to a canyon, one such as the split of the fallen one, she stopped. A scent here of stale birth lingered and she smirked. So they were already raising the army, good one less thing to check off her list. Her first heat would come and she expected to find a suitor soon enough. She gave a small howl, one easily recognized as that of her father's kin, with its low decibels and haunting sound. He would come to her now.
She knew what they would probably think of her when they met. That she was some yearling mortal that wanted to prove her worth by slaying them. What could save her though was the icy gaze that was undeniably her fathers. The man had been old and wasted when she left, her last order from him was one she uncharacteristically obeyed without fault. His death laid at her paws, and she had done exactly as he asked. His words still played in her head like a mantra one could not refuse. "Skia, do not ignore what you are told this day. The god sings praise at what I have bred in you, take my life today, wear my blood on your fangs. Spill it in the name of purity and the strength in which i have given you, give it unto the true god. Then leave here, our time has been spent in the homeland, go follow your cousins, take from them what should of been mine. Spill his blood if you must, but leave the prodigal son alive to live under your shadow as i have done my brother for years." His voice was begging, pleading even. It sickened her that such a strong man had fallen so low. She knew the homeland was not to be hers but this foreign land, it could be if she played her cards just right. Though to usurp her cousin would mean to gain the favor of his own brothers and sisters. Her sacrifice of her father had been the start, though she knew better than to expect things to be as easy with the others. Though she knew word of her slaying of her own father had to gain some sort of respect among the family.
She shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts, continuing on her youngest cousin's trail, after all Phenex would be moving to find Amon, or at least he could lead her close enough. She moved like the devil she was. Head down and ready for action should she need it. Her size wasn't anything to snuff at. She was a giant among these creatures, just as large as her cousin. Her dead mother was where she gained such proportions. Serrana had been an easy conquest for her father and when the Abraxas had weaned the unholy children her father had silently culled her. He would not let her weaknesses enter his children. Though she remembered him culling her two siblings quickly when they would not heed his words or do as they were told. She was smarter though. She learned the quickest way to survive was to be a cutthroat and always do as she was told.
The savage she was was thanks t the man she called father. Though her uncle had always been weak and disapproved of his brother's tactics. She snarled once more at the thought. She was everything the Abraxas line needed. She stopped when the scent crossed that of something else. Another male, one that smelled like he had everything to do with Gaios, yet still nothing at all to do with the weak man. A smirk touched her lips, this must be him. She gave a good sniff to the scent before deciding which way it headed. She was quick to deduce its southward direction. This would be a cakewalk.
As she crossed lands and came to a canyon, one such as the split of the fallen one, she stopped. A scent here of stale birth lingered and she smirked. So they were already raising the army, good one less thing to check off her list. Her first heat would come and she expected to find a suitor soon enough. She gave a small howl, one easily recognized as that of her father's kin, with its low decibels and haunting sound. He would come to her now.
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