stomach to the floor
06-20-2013, 08:18 PM
Winter; its frosty fingers grasping possessively at anything within its reach, wrapping chilled thumbs of ice around the stems of plants, blowing frigid gasps of air across grasses and leaves alike. It always seemed to be the most prevailing season; merciless in its massacres of life, unforgiving in its torturous ties. Spring forever came slowly, trying to pry open winter?s frozen palms, using endless variations of natural weaponry in an attempt to pull its desperate last embrace from the breathless lands. Though still the season clung on like a blood-sucking parasite, somewhere, there was always something struggling to break free from its deathly drip. A flower, it?s withered petals fraughting to unwrap in the heated kiss of the sun, would try and try for weeks before one day, Winter had had its fill and finally dropped away.
It were only natural for a youthful and budding she-wolf to test her abilities, to reach out with a wary paw and assess the misty waters; who knew what could lie so silently beneath? Whether it be a welcoming and rewarding change of northern current, or a bitter and cold bite from the hungry jaws of a piranha. One would never truly know until she had tried. Eos had always been the ambitious kind, endlessly determined to stretch far beyond the abilities of her siblings. Being a runt of the litter could do that to you. Though the russet lady had succeeded in her efforts, elegantly tucked abdomen would stretch downwards to a low and airy chest; bordered by straps and lacings of fuel-pumped sway. The youth was a prime illustration of determination and dedication; her self-trained fitness revealing one of the key elements to her material persona.
Though one thing the lady would not candidly admit was the habit of lack of thought, and while the banshee found a proud comfort on her haunches, there was no denying she had potentially cast herself into a dangerous and unlikely state of affairs. A youth in her first mature season, hoping to win over a weathered and oversized veteran with more experience beneath his skin than Eos could ever dream of. But sadly, it was just the way she liked it; risky, daring, implausible. It only made it all the more gratifying when she could boast so pretentiously of her victory. An elevated drawl would coast free of feminine jaws, rolling seamlessly athwart the fluctuating landscape of The Battlefield; an eerie and harmonious call to Glaciem?s alpha. She wanted all that were his; experimentation her only reasoning.
06-21-2013, 01:49 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-21-2013, 07:23 AM by Chrysanthe.)
She wished her sibling nothing but the best of luck. Sure, there were feelings that were a bit mixed, with her disappearing for so long. Yet it seemed that whenever Syrinx reared his head she followed suit. They were a pair, and a part of her was jealous that her sibling had forged a relationship with Eos before he had she or Epiphron. Yet another part of her was relieved. That no matter what they had each other - they hadn't abandoned their family, they were simply finding their own way in life. It seemed that no matter what, Eos's way wouldn't include Valhalla. But would her sister accept her? It wasn't a matter they had ever discussed, they had never truly been close. At two years old, fully grown, matured, the only thing that they had in common was the blood in their veins. How much did that mean to the woman that was challenging for Valhalla's sister pack?
Collision was related to the alpha as far as she knew - how would he feel about one of his other siblings, who weren't blood related to him and hadn't been around, trying to take his brother's ice laden crown? There was no telling, there was no way to know how those involved would react. Yet Chrysanthe knew exactly where she stood - the opinions of others were unbeknownst to her, but inside of herself she knew where her loyalties lay. Glancing at her sister, her blue gaze flitted over her, noting that she had no substantial injuries. The other had grown quite a bit, she was once a scrawny thing but now she might have been larger than the alpha herself. And then her eyes settled on Eos's own, and she nodded toward her. "Don't lose." Her lips quirked into a small grin. She would support Eos, whether she wanted her support or not. Her sister had never asked for help, had left Valhalla and never looked back.
But she was still her sister, and damn it she couldn't turn her nose up at a sibling's ambition. She wasn't even upset at Syrinx for challenging her, it was the way that he presented the challenge and his sudden rule to Valhalla that irked her so.
With her sibling's victory in mind, she stood toward the side of the battlefield, waiting for Glaciem's alpha to show. He would have quite the battle ahead of him - win or lose.
Collision was related to the alpha as far as she knew - how would he feel about one of his other siblings, who weren't blood related to him and hadn't been around, trying to take his brother's ice laden crown? There was no telling, there was no way to know how those involved would react. Yet Chrysanthe knew exactly where she stood - the opinions of others were unbeknownst to her, but inside of herself she knew where her loyalties lay. Glancing at her sister, her blue gaze flitted over her, noting that she had no substantial injuries. The other had grown quite a bit, she was once a scrawny thing but now she might have been larger than the alpha herself. And then her eyes settled on Eos's own, and she nodded toward her. "Don't lose." Her lips quirked into a small grin. She would support Eos, whether she wanted her support or not. Her sister had never asked for help, had left Valhalla and never looked back.
But she was still her sister, and damn it she couldn't turn her nose up at a sibling's ambition. She wasn't even upset at Syrinx for challenging her, it was the way that he presented the challenge and his sudden rule to Valhalla that irked her so.
With her sibling's victory in mind, she stood toward the side of the battlefield, waiting for Glaciem's alpha to show. He would have quite the battle ahead of him - win or lose.
06-21-2013, 06:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-21-2013, 07:03 AM by Syrinx.)
Did they care when they died? When they choked; when they cried.- He was silent, the man twisting through the woods. He had known that she would seek her own kingdom come, though, it was unbeknownst to him which that would be. It was quite a curious thing to stand and watch her challenge for a pack that was in alliance with Valhalla. Or...was it smart? Surely, Chrysanthe would never take up arms against her own sister in war, so perhaps, Eos was merely doing what was best. From her, he expected a militant rule, something that though not bad, would strengthen many. Curiouser and curiouser grew the situation. Chrysanthe had actually come to witness such an event. He would offer her a smile before settling by her right side. His head turned towards her and he offered her words of a sibling, "If she wins, know my loyalty is to you, but my physical self will go to Glaciem, to lead beside her," Amusement dared to grow on his features and he chuckled lowly, "Does it amuse you how powerful our family is? How you rule Valhalla, how Pip will rule Seracia, and how we also have the potential of ruling here?" It was certainly a curious type of amusing, but it would have to do. The word was most fitting, "I know you don't approve of the way Eos and I seek power, but, you know we've never mistreated anyone. My challenge against your claim was unnecessary and in the wrong. Apologies," There was still something stoic in the man, but, that part of him wouldn't fade with anyone's influence. |
06-21-2013, 08:22 AM
He seemed surprised to see her for a flicker of a moment. Yet he met her eyes with a smile, settling beside her despite their arguable differences. There was so much that they could take out on each other, a plethora of beliefs and standards and ways of existing that didn't match up. Yet it was cast aside, it always would, it always would be. He was Syrinx and she Chrysanthe and they were siblings and above all else they had each other's back. So long as her brother obeyed the silent pact between them so would she - and the world kept turning on. She smiled back at him, glad to see him, not surprised to see him - for Eos was here and he was so much like her, why didn't se see it before?
That was why she was not surprised, not angry, when he said that he would leave Valhalla should Eos take Glaciem. "I expect nothing less of you." His loyalty was hers, just as hers was his. It was as if, despite their appearances, they were twins. Destined to be beside each other - they could not separate and live their lives close but not completely connected, as she and Epiphron were, or even as she and Syrinx were. "Maybe she can keep your head on your shoulders." Chrysanthe was fire, all sharp wit and passion and love. While Eos was a perfect blend of ice and ambition and logic. Epiphron may complete her in some ways, but honestly, should the four siblings be blended together perhaps then they would create something perfect. Perhaps that was why they were being split apart - together, they would create a force too divine for Alacritia to handle.
Or perhaps by separating they were becoming a force.
"There is nothing more terrifying than the ambition of an Adravendi." She said quietly, thinking of how they could all rise to power in locations that were just too perfect. In the north, the east, the west. Who would be able to stand in their way? What were the chances? "It does not amuse me, it scares me." These words, she spoke with a grin, hints of ivory glinting from her canines. The power she felt when with her siblings was nearly palpable. "You scare me." This time a laugh was held back, and she let her shoulder bump his. "But your challenge didn't." 'No hard feelings.' "You are one of the few I would rule beneath - at the end of the day I trust you, despite your brashness." It barely needed to be said. "In your place, or Eos's, I can't say I wouldn't do the same." She would not idly sit and watch the world go by as a rogue, she would try and stake some sort of claim of her own, which was exactly what Eos was doing.
"You two are not as complicated as you think you are." Syrinx was easy to decipher as a monster, enormous and intimidating without a bone in his body that knew how to truly relent. "I hope she wins, and I'm glad you're joining her. She won't look back to Valhalla, which means she probably won't come to me - but you seem to be an exception." Her voice was hushed, a whisper meant only for his ears. 'Take care of her because she won't let anyone else.' The alpha was sure that he got the message loud and clear.
That was why she was not surprised, not angry, when he said that he would leave Valhalla should Eos take Glaciem. "I expect nothing less of you." His loyalty was hers, just as hers was his. It was as if, despite their appearances, they were twins. Destined to be beside each other - they could not separate and live their lives close but not completely connected, as she and Epiphron were, or even as she and Syrinx were. "Maybe she can keep your head on your shoulders." Chrysanthe was fire, all sharp wit and passion and love. While Eos was a perfect blend of ice and ambition and logic. Epiphron may complete her in some ways, but honestly, should the four siblings be blended together perhaps then they would create something perfect. Perhaps that was why they were being split apart - together, they would create a force too divine for Alacritia to handle.
Or perhaps by separating they were becoming a force.
"There is nothing more terrifying than the ambition of an Adravendi." She said quietly, thinking of how they could all rise to power in locations that were just too perfect. In the north, the east, the west. Who would be able to stand in their way? What were the chances? "It does not amuse me, it scares me." These words, she spoke with a grin, hints of ivory glinting from her canines. The power she felt when with her siblings was nearly palpable. "You scare me." This time a laugh was held back, and she let her shoulder bump his. "But your challenge didn't." 'No hard feelings.' "You are one of the few I would rule beneath - at the end of the day I trust you, despite your brashness." It barely needed to be said. "In your place, or Eos's, I can't say I wouldn't do the same." She would not idly sit and watch the world go by as a rogue, she would try and stake some sort of claim of her own, which was exactly what Eos was doing.
"You two are not as complicated as you think you are." Syrinx was easy to decipher as a monster, enormous and intimidating without a bone in his body that knew how to truly relent. "I hope she wins, and I'm glad you're joining her. She won't look back to Valhalla, which means she probably won't come to me - but you seem to be an exception." Her voice was hushed, a whisper meant only for his ears. 'Take care of her because she won't let anyone else.' The alpha was sure that he got the message loud and clear.
06-21-2013, 08:06 PM