All I can see is blood
05-27-2014, 10:48 AM
How fortuitous of the phantom deity -- to loiter so close to the threshold of the kingdom she had once reigned supreme over, only to be within a close enough proximity to hear the curt summons of her own kin. As a devoted hound of the select few members of her bloodline, it is only protocol for the paladin to adhere to his beckon; and yet, the panicked tone laced within his desperate call is what sends the former tyrant into overdrive. She knew not the reason for his anguish, but she would find no rhyme nor reason for hesitation -- her sibling demanded her presence (whether or not ensnaring her attention specifically had been his intention), and she would willingly grace him with it, regardless of what hindrances she might face as she breached beyond the borderline of the former Elysium's domain. Come what may; she was deterred little by the possibility of Cataleya's wrath for such a blatant display of disrespect -- her brother was worth more to her than whatever suffering she would be forced to endure at the paws of the monarch for trespassing. The refined poise she had perfected in her youth was abandoned in favor of a quick approach, defenses held at a minimum as her cryptic gaze darted frantically through the dense underbrush of her previous home in search of her half-sibling's familiar form. Velveteen nostrils flared with the intake of the titan's scent, robust appendages pumping swiftly as she laid waste to the distance between she and her brother with evident desperation -- death would not claim another of her kin, not as long as she stood to barricade its path. As she neared the haggard form of her sibling, accompanied by a hovering stranger who was powerless to stop the violent convulsions of her brother, the paladin would attempt to thrust herself into the fray, hoping to force the stranger out of the way so that she might take her rightful place at her brother's side. Pupils raked over every inch of her brother's visage, breath hitching in her throat as she examined the macabre embellishments streaming down the face of his countenance; this was no new occurrence to the former tyrant who had endured the same chaotic sight upon the carmine oddity she had encountered days prior. A singular forepaw would elevate from its position upon the earth before she would attempt to lightly brush her digits against her brother's chest, hoping that by some miracle her sibling would return to her at her gentle touch. "Brother..." she called -- pleaded. "Look at me, Novo." |
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