08-01-2018, 03:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-02-2018, 03:04 PM by NUI HARIME.)
ASPIRING FIRES !
nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehunter — hard physicality
loyalty
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Loyalty meant many things. Loyalty meant a bond to someone. Loyalty was a tether, weighing one down to another. For Nui, loyalty had meant her love for Ragyo Kiryuin.
She held devotion for none other but one. loyalty required trust. she trusted none. to put her faith on the heads of others was a joke. She could not rely on them. They were so soft. Too basic.
It’s been many moons since she was pulled from the womb. Artificial. Spun from threads alien origin and a sparkling heart beating. Made to serve someone else. Made for only one purpose.
Her loyalty to Ragyo Kiryuin was undying. Stronger than diamond, sharpened like the tip of a blade. perhaps it would be nui's downfall. But she believed it not to be so.
She remembers claws cradling her head. Her neck. The touch of a mother. The loving caress of a creator.
‘You are mine,’ her goddess once breathed. And then there were no more words to be said. Because simply, ragyo was right.
She had killed for her queen. Wreathed in glory and shining with the colors of a thousand rainbows. This was what loyalty felt like. This was true devotion. She worshipped the feet of her creator, brought back the head of ragyo’s opposers. Slain those who even spoke a word of blasphemy against her majesty. Ragyo saw her as useful. That was all she ever needed. Nui needed no more. Ragyo’s words were all she needed. She thrived on monarchy’s words. With affection, she breathed life into nui. And it had spurred on the girl’s faithfulness. Sharpened her resolve to do anything for her beloved mother. She would follow the other to hell and back. Would cast herself into the midst of war for her savior. Her glory. That was true loyalty.
But for all of her loyalty, she could never keep tethered to one spot.
She knew ragyo needed her. But she could go as she pleased, from place to place like a feather upon graceful winds. Ragyo had allowed it. And what was the trouble of disappearing for a month or two? To see the world for herself. To taste fresh air and walk and talk among the commoners?
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Snowbound was a strange place. Full of snow and frigid and kind-hearted residents. They did not see her for who she was. They sensed no danger from her. She was their comrade. So oblivious. But it was a perfect place to settle.
She was not loyal to their group. She was loyal to no one else. How could she put her faith in them? With loyalty came time; but there was no dedication. She never placed her shakeable allegiance on anybody else. Nui felt as if she were the wind. Free to do as she pleased, at the expense of others with claws and teeth and a purple blade carved from metal. Chasing hedonistic pleasures and soothing herself on the blood of her targets with sadistic tendencies unveiled.
Perhaps it was the fact that most of snowbound had sat idle as the typhoon ravaged them. they rolled over and presented their neck and belly to the enemy, whimpering for neutrality. it was almost laughably sad. So how could she then, devote herself to beings so weak-minded as they? She could never see herself trusting them so deeply as she had with her goddess. Not anyone else. Not ever again.
[571 word count]
Loyalty meant many things. Loyalty meant a bond to someone. Loyalty was a tether, weighing one down to another. For Nui, loyalty had meant her love for Ragyo Kiryuin.
She held devotion for none other but one. loyalty required trust. she trusted none. to put her faith on the heads of others was a joke. She could not rely on them. They were so soft. Too basic.
It’s been many moons since she was pulled from the womb. Artificial. Spun from threads alien origin and a sparkling heart beating. Made to serve someone else. Made for only one purpose.
Her loyalty to Ragyo Kiryuin was undying. Stronger than diamond, sharpened like the tip of a blade. perhaps it would be nui's downfall. But she believed it not to be so.
She remembers claws cradling her head. Her neck. The touch of a mother. The loving caress of a creator.
‘You are mine,’ her goddess once breathed. And then there were no more words to be said. Because simply, ragyo was right.
She had killed for her queen. Wreathed in glory and shining with the colors of a thousand rainbows. This was what loyalty felt like. This was true devotion. She worshipped the feet of her creator, brought back the head of ragyo’s opposers. Slain those who even spoke a word of blasphemy against her majesty. Ragyo saw her as useful. That was all she ever needed. Nui needed no more. Ragyo’s words were all she needed. She thrived on monarchy’s words. With affection, she breathed life into nui. And it had spurred on the girl’s faithfulness. Sharpened her resolve to do anything for her beloved mother. She would follow the other to hell and back. Would cast herself into the midst of war for her savior. Her glory. That was true loyalty.
But for all of her loyalty, she could never keep tethered to one spot.
She knew ragyo needed her. But she could go as she pleased, from place to place like a feather upon graceful winds. Ragyo had allowed it. And what was the trouble of disappearing for a month or two? To see the world for herself. To taste fresh air and walk and talk among the commoners?
--
Snowbound was a strange place. Full of snow and frigid and kind-hearted residents. They did not see her for who she was. They sensed no danger from her. She was their comrade. So oblivious. But it was a perfect place to settle.
She was not loyal to their group. She was loyal to no one else. How could she put her faith in them? With loyalty came time; but there was no dedication. She never placed her shakeable allegiance on anybody else. Nui felt as if she were the wind. Free to do as she pleased, at the expense of others with claws and teeth and a purple blade carved from metal. Chasing hedonistic pleasures and soothing herself on the blood of her targets with sadistic tendencies unveiled.
Perhaps it was the fact that most of snowbound had sat idle as the typhoon ravaged them. they rolled over and presented their neck and belly to the enemy, whimpering for neutrality. it was almost laughably sad. So how could she then, devote herself to beings so weak-minded as they? She could never see herself trusting them so deeply as she had with her goddess. Not anyone else. Not ever again.