close but no cigar
Ultyr
10-02-2024, 10:16 PM
It wasn't that he was paying any attention to her that had shaken her, it was that the attention hadn't been negative or forceful. She had known men to use no tenderness since Aryn, but had dreamed of gentle touches and sweet caresses. Her ears folded as she did her best to hold back the tears. Alot had been stolen from her, her voice, her first everything, and her first child. Not that she had wanted for children, but once she had one inside her it had made her love it regardless.
But here she was the ugly slave, who couldn't even be a useful thing to her masters for anything but a bed warmer, being touched gently as if she was something to be cherished. A paw brought her to him and another brought her chin up. A silence to answer him. "Look upon the face of your god." And she easily fell into that roll of slave following orders. Her eye looked at him, a sightless one following her good eye's movements.
"My father was afraid, he was a small man preparing the world for me. Then, when I was prepared to take it he threw me away, like you. But I am a God, and I will go back one day and take what is mine for what was promised me. For that, I need my most devoted worshippers. You want my father to pay for what he did to you? Good, I promise he will in the most agonizing of punishments. What was done to you, he will receive a thousandfold." she didn't though. She never wanted to see his face again. A lesson she knew from Judila repeating in her her head, "hate begets hate". She gently lifted her chin off his paw, shaking it. Taking her chance to say no. She wasn't going back, she would rather die outside of those kingdoms than return. Her watery eyes pleading the best she could with him.
He didn't need to go back. She had seen the armies of Aryn, felt Aryn's strength. She didn't wish that madman anything but death, but even then if Ultyr went back wouldn't he inherit that madness. How could she even tell him that vengeance wouldn't help anything. A sigh of air passed her lips, sometimes it was frustrating being muted, having no voice to the thoughts. She couldn't even remember her own voice at this point. He didn't even know her name, she was nameless and voiceless in this world. She put her chin back on his paw after shaking her head though, afraid he would think she was defying him.
In all truth Lai knew there was nothing that could be taken from the madman. He had no one, and in his life loved nothing but himself, the proof of that sat in front of her on Ultyr's face. Her eyes followed the scar for the briefest of seconds. What kind of father did that? Scarred their own child and threw them away like trash... it was a sickening thought. Aryn had nothing but power. Those he kept close feared him, and those that followed followed for fear or power mongering. A madness, thats all it was.
"Things I Hear"
But here she was the ugly slave, who couldn't even be a useful thing to her masters for anything but a bed warmer, being touched gently as if she was something to be cherished. A paw brought her to him and another brought her chin up. A silence to answer him. "Look upon the face of your god." And she easily fell into that roll of slave following orders. Her eye looked at him, a sightless one following her good eye's movements.
"My father was afraid, he was a small man preparing the world for me. Then, when I was prepared to take it he threw me away, like you. But I am a God, and I will go back one day and take what is mine for what was promised me. For that, I need my most devoted worshippers. You want my father to pay for what he did to you? Good, I promise he will in the most agonizing of punishments. What was done to you, he will receive a thousandfold." she didn't though. She never wanted to see his face again. A lesson she knew from Judila repeating in her her head, "hate begets hate". She gently lifted her chin off his paw, shaking it. Taking her chance to say no. She wasn't going back, she would rather die outside of those kingdoms than return. Her watery eyes pleading the best she could with him.
He didn't need to go back. She had seen the armies of Aryn, felt Aryn's strength. She didn't wish that madman anything but death, but even then if Ultyr went back wouldn't he inherit that madness. How could she even tell him that vengeance wouldn't help anything. A sigh of air passed her lips, sometimes it was frustrating being muted, having no voice to the thoughts. She couldn't even remember her own voice at this point. He didn't even know her name, she was nameless and voiceless in this world. She put her chin back on his paw after shaking her head though, afraid he would think she was defying him.
In all truth Lai knew there was nothing that could be taken from the madman. He had no one, and in his life loved nothing but himself, the proof of that sat in front of her on Ultyr's face. Her eyes followed the scar for the briefest of seconds. What kind of father did that? Scarred their own child and threw them away like trash... it was a sickening thought. Aryn had nothing but power. Those he kept close feared him, and those that followed followed for fear or power mongering. A madness, thats all it was.
Ultyr as her current master may enter any of her threads as he sees fit, and is likely lurking somewhere near her regardless of his prescience in her threads.