Ring the knell and Death will answer
Lurid ♡
01-16-2023, 04:01 AM
T he silence of the mausoleum the grounded ship had become persisted, even as Requiem wandered down its many long and dark passageways, whistling his eerie tune. Lurid was here, he was certain of it. Despite how impossible that reality may seem, there could be no other explanation for this place reeking of her scent. And so the loyal assassin moved forward, sharp auds perked atop his skull to catch every errant sound. Each groan of old metal, each click of claws on the floor, the muted howl of the wind outside. His whistle continued as he repeated his tune, listening to his melody reverberate around the ship, like his echo was singing along with him. Dark and silver eyes shifted to and fro, peeking into rooms as he passed by them. Lurid's scent was positively everywhere, and although some places bore it stronger than others, it was virtually impossible for the hunter to peg down where exactly her scent was the strongest.
T hen, as if by divine providence, he heard a sound. Not a voice right away. A breath. With as much time as he put into honing his art of the hunt, Requiem had sharpened his senses to near perfect lethality. In the silence of the ship, he could just make out the sound of something breathing behind him, one dark red ear swiveling back to show he had caught the sound. Muscles tensed, prepared to turn and strike at whoever was foolish enough to try and sneak up on him—until the lyrical dual tones of a voice he only heard in memories now spoke to him in a tongue scant few knew. Requiem rounded on her in a blur of movement, watching her jump away with a laugh. All the days in the universe could not have prepared him for the sight of Lurid standing there as if she had never disappeared. The goddess looked older, matured and aged like the finest of wines, and regal as ever while her coat shimmered and shone in the faint light. Were he the superstitious type, Requiem might have mistaken her for a ghost from his past. He wasn't entirely unsure that wasn't what he was seeing now.
A moment of shocked silence passed between them while Requiem drank in Lurid's appearance and presence. She was alive; she was really alive! "Illud unum tibi certum est, te semper mortem invenire," the dire brute replied in deep baritones with the tongue that felt familiar and intimate to them. Her use of the Amarix language was just another confirmation that this was the real Lurid, alive and in the flesh. "It seems the rumors were false. I've never been gladder to receive misinformation." Now it was his turn to chuckle as he turned to face Lurid properly, his eyes moving over her while he took in her appearance, appraising her to see how the years had treated her. "Receperint retro, Blodreina."
T hen, as if by divine providence, he heard a sound. Not a voice right away. A breath. With as much time as he put into honing his art of the hunt, Requiem had sharpened his senses to near perfect lethality. In the silence of the ship, he could just make out the sound of something breathing behind him, one dark red ear swiveling back to show he had caught the sound. Muscles tensed, prepared to turn and strike at whoever was foolish enough to try and sneak up on him—until the lyrical dual tones of a voice he only heard in memories now spoke to him in a tongue scant few knew. Requiem rounded on her in a blur of movement, watching her jump away with a laugh. All the days in the universe could not have prepared him for the sight of Lurid standing there as if she had never disappeared. The goddess looked older, matured and aged like the finest of wines, and regal as ever while her coat shimmered and shone in the faint light. Were he the superstitious type, Requiem might have mistaken her for a ghost from his past. He wasn't entirely unsure that wasn't what he was seeing now.
A moment of shocked silence passed between them while Requiem drank in Lurid's appearance and presence. She was alive; she was really alive! "Illud unum tibi certum est, te semper mortem invenire," the dire brute replied in deep baritones with the tongue that felt familiar and intimate to them. Her use of the Amarix language was just another confirmation that this was the real Lurid, alive and in the flesh. "It seems the rumors were false. I've never been gladder to receive misinformation." Now it was his turn to chuckle as he turned to face Lurid properly, his eyes moving over her while he took in her appearance, appraising her to see how the years had treated her. "Receperint retro, Blodreina."
Warning: Requiem is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
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