YOUR SOUL IS MINE
12-28-2013, 12:33 AM
sorry, kat, sticking to artemis' character :|
Although the decision to summon her sibling to the infamous battlefield was impulsive due to the fury that wracked her upon her mother?s demise, her actions were strategic and hinted to the intelligence that lurked beneath her robust exterior. Anticipation burned the banshee?s oversized paws as she silently awaited her brother?s approach, the faintest trace of doubt clinging to her thoughts as she contemplated whether or not the titan would abide to her beckoning any longer after all that had occurred between she and the wench her sibling favored. If the brute decided she was no longer worthy of his presence and refused to face her here, in the battlefield, there was no doubt in the phantom?s mind that she would hunt him down and force their interaction upon him ? he would not slip through her clutches again. In accommodation to her desires (unlike what she had expected), the pallid flesh of her eldest brother would fall into the banshee?s line of vision, his tainted scent soon flooding her nasal cavity to confirm that it truly was her sibling that had breached her surroundings. Pastel lavender eyes greeted her own mismatched amethyst and silver, little to no emotion filtering through her gaze despite the raging inferno carefully obscured beneath them. The brute would refuse to offer her a greeting and the babe would, in turn, remain silent, digits flexing anxiously as tension gathered between them and plans solidified within her diseased mind; yes, it had to be done, and so it would be done. ?Three times you have left me, Ares,? the wraith began, her skull lowering defensively over her breast while her chin tucked against the curvature of her neck, making preparations for the worst-case scenario should the situation arise. ?Once, when mother?s kingdom fell; again, when I bested your bitch; and finally, when mother died.? Intensified emotion began seeping through to her exterior, brows furrowing upon her porcelain countenance as the memory of the ice queen?s gored corpse came back to haunt her yet again. In immediate recognition of her failed attempt to remain composed, the phantom abruptly inhaled, all trace of emotion vacating her pristine visage yet again as she regained a hold on herself and exhaled. ?But no, Ares, there will not be a fourth time. You are mine as you are my King?s, and I will lead you, unscathed, to him, or drag you to him, battered and bruised. It is your choice, brother; but choose wisely, for you will not sway mine.? |