Blame It On My ADD, Baby {Jup}
01-06-2015, 09:21 PM
The world itself was a twisted beast, and she had merely twisted to become one with it. It was her turn to live the path destined, no, to forsake what destiny thought it had in store and create her own. The dark female's acid eyes never moved from the phoenix, the one who showed her without a single doubt the path she needed. That first step, that push was given. Arisu had been awoken... and the darkness inside her was kindled by the spark of the phoenix. It had risen now into it's own burning flame.
Perhaps the phoenix knew not just the wonderful gift she had given the red-brown female. Perhaps not, but did it matter? Arisu respects the one before her, and the phoenix seems pleased with her return. The younger girl does not flinch as her elder takes a step forward, her motion almost possessive, yet Arisu does not seem to mind. Stockholm Syndrome... it is certainly plausible the girl has developed such a thing. But though she respects the phoenix, she knows well enough the reason for her own return. If the bright woman was to ever show different than what Arisu came to understand, the red-brown fae would not hesitate and bite the paw that created her...
...Be that a win or lose.
Arisu would give a firm nod, somewhere deep within feeling a sort of appreciation and pride for those words. A voice so strong... a recognition of her bearing her punishment as she should, and not faltering as a lesser being would. "I sha'." She responds simply, keeping her gaze level. But the girl knows better to let her ego grow too far from a simple phrase of praise. She is no deity nor good, but Arisu knows she has the potential to become something greater than she is now.
Arisu's gaze shifted just for a moment, towards the Phoenix's companion. He is, in his own right, respected. Acid orbs shift back, however, as she is asked a question, and Arisu speaks with no hesitation.
"I have 'ear'ed 'ha' s'e'g'h, figh'i'g for w'a' you desire is 'he proper way 'o 'ive. 'hose w'o do''t figh' do''t de'erve wha' 'hey have." Her words were hard, memories flashing to Hestia. "Co'ards... s'ould be pu'is'ed." This sentence was given with a growl. "I've 'ear'ed more of figh'i'g... a'd poiso' as well. How 'o make 'hem suffer..." If you didn't fight for what you wanted to protect it should be taken. Strength was respect. If you faltered, were a coward, you deserved to be punished. To die. Arisu would give a small flick of her tail. Yes... there was a great reason she was back in Alacritia... and it wasn't just to meet with the phoenix again.
Perhaps the phoenix knew not just the wonderful gift she had given the red-brown female. Perhaps not, but did it matter? Arisu respects the one before her, and the phoenix seems pleased with her return. The younger girl does not flinch as her elder takes a step forward, her motion almost possessive, yet Arisu does not seem to mind. Stockholm Syndrome... it is certainly plausible the girl has developed such a thing. But though she respects the phoenix, she knows well enough the reason for her own return. If the bright woman was to ever show different than what Arisu came to understand, the red-brown fae would not hesitate and bite the paw that created her...
...Be that a win or lose.
Arisu would give a firm nod, somewhere deep within feeling a sort of appreciation and pride for those words. A voice so strong... a recognition of her bearing her punishment as she should, and not faltering as a lesser being would. "I sha'." She responds simply, keeping her gaze level. But the girl knows better to let her ego grow too far from a simple phrase of praise. She is no deity nor good, but Arisu knows she has the potential to become something greater than she is now.
Arisu's gaze shifted just for a moment, towards the Phoenix's companion. He is, in his own right, respected. Acid orbs shift back, however, as she is asked a question, and Arisu speaks with no hesitation.
"I have 'ear'ed 'ha' s'e'g'h, figh'i'g for w'a' you desire is 'he proper way 'o 'ive. 'hose w'o do''t figh' do''t de'erve wha' 'hey have." Her words were hard, memories flashing to Hestia. "Co'ards... s'ould be pu'is'ed." This sentence was given with a growl. "I've 'ear'ed more of figh'i'g... a'd poiso' as well. How 'o make 'hem suffer..." If you didn't fight for what you wanted to protect it should be taken. Strength was respect. If you faltered, were a coward, you deserved to be punished. To die. Arisu would give a small flick of her tail. Yes... there was a great reason she was back in Alacritia... and it wasn't just to meet with the phoenix again.