I'll be TWISTED its my turn! Her wounds had been cleaned, and somewhat cared for. Arisu had cleaned the blood away, but she was no healer. The chance of infection ran with the remaining wounds, but the russet girl would fight it off as she fought any other battle. Her tanned legs would carry her through the territory, nose twitching as she searched for the scents of those who lay within Apollyon, her new home. She wanted to know each scent by name, and perhaps run into the white woman that passed her sister the crown she now bore. Fiamette may not have bled for it, but her sister was worthy. They came from a strong line... But the difference would be that her sister would not abandon what she had gained. Arisu was certain that she would fight to keep it. Nearing where her sister?s scent lay strongest Arisu would let a smile curl her lips. Her specialties had always been observing and moving without the true extent of her motives being known. She was a manipulative creature, an intelligent one, but her ways were something the red nymph had grown up with. Arisu would be a sword for her elder sister if desired, falling and slaying all without hesitation if it was what Fia desired. If she was ordered to fight she would. There was no other she found worthy enough to serve still standing here in Alacritia... And if she would die for someone it was sure as hell going to be someone worth spilling her blood over. Rear would fall to kiss the ground as Arisu settled to wait. She was confident the Empress would come this way before too much longer. "Hear My Voice," 'Read My Thoughts.'

The carmine empress is appalled. Arisu was the only one of her siblings to show up to her summon, not only showing the eldest sister their disinterest in a home, but their wavering loyalty's. Although she has not personally fought and bled to own these lands, this territory was hers, and she planned to keep it that way. She wants to build a sanctuary for her family, one that her mother's selfish desires cannot uproot. She wishes to build them a powerful empire, she wants their surname to be known, she wants spines to shudder when her name graces the ears of her enemies. She cannot do these things without the support of her family, and so she has already decided what her sister's task will be- to retrieve their lost brothers and sister. It does not take long for her russet sister to seek her out, her ambition and determination bringing a smile to curl her ebony lips. She stops in her tracks, her skull turning toward her right so she can look over her shoulder. Volcanic gaze falls upon the emerging form of her sister, her smile quickly fading as her usual emotionless expression grips her features. "Arisu." She breaths her sister's name quietly, her tones low enough for just her sibling to hear. "Their loyalty is wavering- we must remind them who they truly belong to." She believes her sister will know exactly what she is talking about, but if not, she is more than ready to explain herself further.

I'll be TWISTED its my turn! 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.'