I Am The Sword That Dances At Your Command
09-11-2014, 07:54 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-11-2014, 07:54 AM by Arisu.)
Gaze would meet the hues of her sister, her Empress as she came forth, ears pricked and focused on the eldest sibling. She would give a knowing nod, her acidic gaze shining with understanding and, perhaps, a bit of anger. ?We do indeed. I shall fetch them, my sister, if you can in return do for me but a single favor.? Her words were calm enough, though certainly odd since she did not have a tongue to fully form them. It was if parts were slurred, or skipped all together. Arisu felt the low bubble of humility in her gut as she prepared to voice her defeat to her sister. Fiamette had seen the exterior wounds, but there was one in particular the russet woman worried about not getting treatment for. ?I will need a healer to take a look at what remains of my tongue, if you can secure one. I am not sure if anything can be done, but if it gets infected, chances are I will lose my life. Hestia suffers a similar condition, and should I find her will need to be looked at as well.? The way she spoke, even if it was much more broken then it once was, revealed that Arisu refused to let this defeat rattle and shake her. She still lived, and those who lived could very well fight again. Could return to tear into an opponent. She did not get sick over her loss... But she would nurse that hate, that desire to get stronger and keep from losing. It was not for her own sake she wished this. While Arisu desired the skills to fight, to maim and put others in their place, she did not have an incredible amount of ambition to take the world by storm. Had she been offered the title of heir, had she been named the one to follow the lead their red mother set, she might have dared to allow that flame within her heart to rise into an unyielding rage. But now she saw her purpose to serve, and only serve the one most worthy; the one who shared her blood. The one who she still held faith in. Arisu?s acidic pools would not stray from volcanic ones. Arisu felt there was some level of unspoken understanding in the two. A love that would not falter, yet was not overbearing or revealing of weakness. Such was the loyalty of blood she had. "Hear My Voice," 'Read My Thoughts.' |