A Drop in the Ocean

*Raisa* · 03-09-2014, 08:34 PM

The man seemed lost within his memory, and Raisa watch with mild fascination as true anguish played across his features. He seemed fraught with turmoil, and where before he had seemed a large, impressive male, he now seemed somewhat frail. Had he not bore the scars of the night that shattered her world, Raisa might have stepped forward to comfort him. Her question seemed to break him away, and his affirmation was all she needed to make up her mind, or so it had seemed. She was but seconds from baiting him to the shore, from facing him down with all the vengeance of those who had died for his cause... But then the man began to speak. With every word the hard edges of the wall Raisa had so rapidly thrown up began to soften. For all that he was on the wrong side of the lines... It seemed as if he were just as much a victim as she. She could not trust his words at face value, of course not, but the longer he went on the more her instincts led her away from the darker possibilities. "Punish me if you must," he said. Raisa could hardly believe her ears. "I do not deny my sins." The anger washed from the Queen's set shoulders, as did her fear. Only the strongest of men could allow themselves weakness, especially in times such as these. What was more surprising yet, he offered her his fealty. Raisa could not keep the surprise from her eyes, though she did not let it play across her face. She took a long moment to digest everything he had said. It was not her way to blindly accept what she was told, not anymore. And yet... Was it really so hard to consider that those who had overthrown her family's legacy might have been as cruel to their subjects as they had been to hers? Finally, the sooty queen sighed. "Aeryc, we are a rare breed, you and I," she said by way of beginning. Her voice was soft and quiet, feigning a calm to cover her roiling emotions. "You and I have seen the truest terrors this world can offer. I remember... The savagery. The cries. The blood of knights and pups alike." She shook her head, viciously trying to rid herself of the memory. She came up to look at him, a hard sort of sadness dominating her visage. "I've changed. I know that. The Old Ebony and it's laws mean nothing here. Fuck the past, fuck everything those bastards did. If you've truly fought your way out, if you're seeking a home, I will gladly take you in." She sighed, and cast her eyes across the lake. "But know that I've worked hard for this. If I get even the slightest suspicion of deceit, any reason to doubt your intentions," she said with a sideways glance, "I will tear you apart." She let her words sink in, wondering what he would make of them.

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