Ring the knell and Death will answer
Lurid ♡
01-17-2023, 02:21 AM
T he giggles that rose from the pallid goddess rivaled the song of sirens, the light and lilting melody echoing down cavernous metal corridors like his ominous whistle had done. It was a sound that made Requiem's heart stop beating for a second. He had only ever seen Lurid this jovial when she had been much younger and being courted by Alastor, back before the fall of Mirovis. It was a look that suited the destined ruler of the known world. The way she smiled at him when he returned her words spoken in her family's dialect reignited old memories and fantasies from a time when they had both been much younger and newer to the game of life. A time when a lowborn wolf thought he could reach for a place at the table of the gods. She laughed, and the sound of mirth brought forth a rarity upon the crimson wraith's face—a genuine smile. Not one of malice or sadism, but of actual delight to see her alive and well. Spending these past two years clinging to a hope that seemed forlorn had been a test of faith and loyalty, one he had staunchly (or perhaps stubbornly) stuck to. He knew that if he stayed the course, his dedication would be rewarded in time. Oh, how right he had been.
L urid greeted him in turn, welcoming him back into her fold. There was no resistance or guard up as she approached him; Lurid was one of the few wolves Requiem allowed near enough to make contact and that hadn't changed. His head butted gently against hers, returning her warm welcome with a rumbling chuckle while behind him his bushy tail began to sway in a happy wag. Outward happiness was not something Requiem often showed, especially not in the wake of believing the world he had built around him had crumbled to its very foundations when the Amarix family fell apart, but for Lurid he would gladly make that exception. He had found the empress in a surprisingly good mood tonight, it seemed. She must have been celebrating hard, if the hints of alcohol on her breath were any indicator. How lucky Alastor must be, he thought, knowing the obsidian wolf would be going to bed with the intoxicated goddess for what would undoubtedly be a glorious night for them. "The feeling is mutual, Lurid," he replied. "It's been too long, though you look all the more elegant for them."
A s for himself, Lurid would no doubt notice the changes time had taken on him. His youthful body had been chiseled away into a sculpted form of a master of his craft, his body marred by the occasional scar, mementos from all his successful missions. Where he had been fairly lean in his young adulthood, Requiem had filled out, planes of masculine muscle bulking him up beneath his thick coat. And his voice, well, he had already seen the flit of surprise cross her gaze when he'd just spoken to her. Requiem had grown up and become who he had always wanted to be. But despite the rugged exterior, the brute still held a soft spot for the Ghost. He had spent his entire life training to serve her and her family, and her disappearance had worried him and crushed his aspirations. Now that she was back, Req felt a rebirth of his motivations, a peace settling over his blackened heart that had been absent since his leader had vanished. Lurid's return meant a return to form for the Amarix family—and a second chance for himself.
L urid motioned for him to follow, and the devoted wolf fell into step with her without question. Following her lead felt like second nature, and settling back into that routine felt like the prodigal son was coming home. Requiem moved with almost silent steps, a habit he'd developed over a long and illustrious career of violence and depravity, following the moonlit fae up stairs and around decks of the ship while she gave him the grand tour of their new home. She offered him his choice of room, explaining the layout of the ship which he committed to memory, lest he get turned around in this labyrinth of steel and rust. She mentioned her and the Haihefa's quarters and Requiem was about to ask on Alastor, but before a syllable could leave his lips, Lurid had darted into a nearby room, emerging from the dark a beat later with a large, old bottle that sloshed as it moved. Requiem raised a curious brow. So Lurid had indeed been drinking. The realization brought a crooked grin and a chuckle from the crimson brute. "Non ergo tempus tereret."
M oving down the corridor, Requiem sniffed out the large room Lurid had identified as hers and her Dread Father's, then moved down to the next room right beside hers. The quarters were nothing extravagant or special—modest in size for a single wolf and lacking any frivolities, but it had a cot with a mattress, blankets, an intact window, and some cabinets for storing items. More than enough for the assassin to work with. He didn't hold any personal effects, anyway, so all he really needed was a place to lay his head when he was home. Most importantly though, it was right beside Lurid's room, so should anyone be foolhardy enough to threaten the empress, he would be but ten seconds away from running in to tear the threat limb from limb. Perhaps he had other motivations beyond merely protecting the Amarix queen... but he had learned long ago to keep them tamped down and locked away. "This one will do nicely," declared Requiem with a simple nod. Stepping inside, the dire brute lifted a giant paw to unsnap the clasp on his cloak and let it fall off his broad shoulders while he made himself at home. As he stowed away his cloak in one of the cabinets, he glanced back toward Lurid and met her smile with a grin on his own. "Now, about that homecoming welcome..."
"Requiem" | "Latin"
L urid greeted him in turn, welcoming him back into her fold. There was no resistance or guard up as she approached him; Lurid was one of the few wolves Requiem allowed near enough to make contact and that hadn't changed. His head butted gently against hers, returning her warm welcome with a rumbling chuckle while behind him his bushy tail began to sway in a happy wag. Outward happiness was not something Requiem often showed, especially not in the wake of believing the world he had built around him had crumbled to its very foundations when the Amarix family fell apart, but for Lurid he would gladly make that exception. He had found the empress in a surprisingly good mood tonight, it seemed. She must have been celebrating hard, if the hints of alcohol on her breath were any indicator. How lucky Alastor must be, he thought, knowing the obsidian wolf would be going to bed with the intoxicated goddess for what would undoubtedly be a glorious night for them. "The feeling is mutual, Lurid," he replied. "It's been too long, though you look all the more elegant for them."
A s for himself, Lurid would no doubt notice the changes time had taken on him. His youthful body had been chiseled away into a sculpted form of a master of his craft, his body marred by the occasional scar, mementos from all his successful missions. Where he had been fairly lean in his young adulthood, Requiem had filled out, planes of masculine muscle bulking him up beneath his thick coat. And his voice, well, he had already seen the flit of surprise cross her gaze when he'd just spoken to her. Requiem had grown up and become who he had always wanted to be. But despite the rugged exterior, the brute still held a soft spot for the Ghost. He had spent his entire life training to serve her and her family, and her disappearance had worried him and crushed his aspirations. Now that she was back, Req felt a rebirth of his motivations, a peace settling over his blackened heart that had been absent since his leader had vanished. Lurid's return meant a return to form for the Amarix family—and a second chance for himself.
L urid motioned for him to follow, and the devoted wolf fell into step with her without question. Following her lead felt like second nature, and settling back into that routine felt like the prodigal son was coming home. Requiem moved with almost silent steps, a habit he'd developed over a long and illustrious career of violence and depravity, following the moonlit fae up stairs and around decks of the ship while she gave him the grand tour of their new home. She offered him his choice of room, explaining the layout of the ship which he committed to memory, lest he get turned around in this labyrinth of steel and rust. She mentioned her and the Haihefa's quarters and Requiem was about to ask on Alastor, but before a syllable could leave his lips, Lurid had darted into a nearby room, emerging from the dark a beat later with a large, old bottle that sloshed as it moved. Requiem raised a curious brow. So Lurid had indeed been drinking. The realization brought a crooked grin and a chuckle from the crimson brute. "Non ergo tempus tereret."
M oving down the corridor, Requiem sniffed out the large room Lurid had identified as hers and her Dread Father's, then moved down to the next room right beside hers. The quarters were nothing extravagant or special—modest in size for a single wolf and lacking any frivolities, but it had a cot with a mattress, blankets, an intact window, and some cabinets for storing items. More than enough for the assassin to work with. He didn't hold any personal effects, anyway, so all he really needed was a place to lay his head when he was home. Most importantly though, it was right beside Lurid's room, so should anyone be foolhardy enough to threaten the empress, he would be but ten seconds away from running in to tear the threat limb from limb. Perhaps he had other motivations beyond merely protecting the Amarix queen... but he had learned long ago to keep them tamped down and locked away. "This one will do nicely," declared Requiem with a simple nod. Stepping inside, the dire brute lifted a giant paw to unsnap the clasp on his cloak and let it fall off his broad shoulders while he made himself at home. As he stowed away his cloak in one of the cabinets, he glanced back toward Lurid and met her smile with a grin on his own. "Now, about that homecoming welcome..."
"Requiem" | "Latin"
Warning: Requiem is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
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