SALT MY WOUNDS
01-30-2014, 04:09 PM
Strategically, the banshee had positioned herself within the premises of the humid area where she had previously held an audience with her sibling, violet and metallic gaze darting through the hazy mist that encompassed her surroundings in a desperate search for his familiar form. She feared not that her brother would fall defeated at the incompetent paws of Ares' petty whore, but still, she could not help but succumb to the slightest worry of how he would fare with any of the injuries he might have sustained throughout the battle. The power he harbored beneath his rugged exterior was undeniable even to one who had not yet witnessed his true potential in combat such as herself, and yet she understood that this did not make him an indestructible force; no matter the surname that was linked to the moniker their mother brandished upon him, he would return battered and bruised because of Devya -- such a concept left the bitterest of tastes to linger upon her tongue, serving as an unpleasant reminder that the war between she and the brat was far from over. At long last, the glint of her sibling's pallid flesh beneath the pale moonlight ensnared her attention, forcing her muzzle to tip towards the direction he approached from, pupils dilating with concern as she examined the ruby decor embellished upon his coat. Ears would swivel towards her hindquarters as her upper lip would twitch to reveal the tainted bone of her incisors in an open display of her displeasure, limbs subconsciously pumping her closer towards him so as to eat away the distance that separated them in order to alleviate the pain of his obvious limp. Porcelain features softened slightly as she breached his side, noting upon the mischievous smirk he adorned with fondness as her countenance warped to reflect the expression laden upon his, pride teeming within her system for her brother's achievements; his face boasted of an obvious victory. Satisfied with her presumptions, she allowed for her rump to greet the earth adjacent to her sibling as he rolled back onto his haunches, pupils still ravaging his body in search of his wounds. "You look... awful," the wraith admitted, tones one of light jesting as the smirk elongated across her visage, gaze shifting back to greet his own. "But that is what makes you look so powerful," she rasped fervently, eager to grant him every ounce of her approval in the absence of their mother. He would mention Ares and the initial subject of their meeting, and immediately the viper's demeanor would shift from appeased to one of utmost loathing, silence captivating her as she diverged into the confines of her own mind where horrid and vivid memories haunted her. A deep sigh would part her frayed lips and she would avert her gaze from her sibling, dread soon finding its way worming through her core as it so often had as of late. "He has committed a crime so heinous -- he deserves no mercy, he deserves no life. And yet I cannot harm him. I cannot harm him because she wasn't angry with him." Sorrow would reign over her interior at the thought of her mother's lifeless corpse and at the image of her once-kin hovering so maliciously above her, his face caked in her blood without the faintest trace of remorse. He deserved death -- he deserved it, and yet it would not be Artemis that would present it to him. |