FAMILY TIME LIKE WHOA DUDE
12-20-2014, 01:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-20-2014, 01:56 PM by Jupiter I.)
Finally, she extracts it from her--some spine, some guts, some will to stand up for herself and her proclaimed family. Teeth slip into view in the form of a smile and for the first time, Jupiter's gaze fixates directly on the woman--and on nothing else, making it clear that with this stand, the meek lady has finally earned her attention. Eyes narrow not with spite but with interest as she examines the other. "If it weren't for the eye marking," she muses, "I would doubt you were of their blood." It surprises her, honestly, that an adult member of the family (or, rather, a supposed member) that will stand up for themselves and the people they love exists outside of Canta. Dozens of Destructions had already proved that they wouldn't and she had expected little else. And so Jupiter gives her full attention, and tells her. "I am the founder of Ludicael. Before it was Sawtooth or whatever else. And it is mine again. Song chose not to fight for the freedom of her family like I had fought for hers for years. I killed to defend Ludicael while her firstborn children rested as pups within it. And so they are prisoners here for their cowardice. Some, unwilling to even take a stand for the freedom, have left Alacritia. Song is among them." Voice is even, bored, but she speaks with an undeniable straightforwardness. |
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.