08-06-2018, 04:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-06-2018, 04:34 PM by NUI HARIME.)
NUI HARIME
FEMALE
SNOWBOUND
POLARHEART!
FEMALE
SNOWBOUND
POLARHEART!
Nui smells them. Hears their voices. Yet she can't associate them with any familiar clan. They sound new.
Sunhaven, huh? How dandy. Their name speaks of flowers and sunshine and the fact that they're seeking an ally within snowbound, a group of pacifists, speaks much about them.
But there's one amongst them who does not smell of timid weakness or passive peace. She is a tiger, body rippling with muscle and eyes cold and sharp. When she speaks, her tongue is like a dagger. Blunt and honest. Slicing through the air like a blade would destroy a block of butter. She speaks nothing of the truth, and she is sincere.
Instantly, Nui decides. She likes this one.
Nui agrees with her. The polarheart herself, is no mere pacifist. She has tasted the salty tang of blood more times than she can count. Has graced skin with claws and toppled lives with menacing efficiency and a gleeful cry of victory and sadistic joy. She does not look the part though. Devil dressed in laces and frills. She carries her parasol, tucked into her heart shaped collar. Her visage is that of teeming childness and innocence.
Quantum speaks the hard reality.
Snowbound had submitted to the typhoon. Had rolled over and exposed their belly and neck, pleading and whimpering like a dog would to a far more experienced foe. As much as she hated to acknowledge it, they were weak. They were basic and they were weak, and they were small. An altercation with another clan could prove deadly, and an ally for them, was effective. Nui, though? Nui couldn't have cared less. Let the enemies come. While the others would flounder helplessly, weak in their lack of violence. She'd be waiting.
"But Henri," Nui admonishes softly as she approaches, voice laced with velvet and pitchfully high. "This is no insult, nor is it a faulty attempt to start bad blood on this lady's part. It is but the mere truth, harsh as it may be. And truths do not have to be pretty."
She focuses a singular, glinting sapphire eye onto the newcomers, smile still fatefully carved into her dainty maw.
"If we so hastily consider the hard truth to be a defamation and turn them away because of that, it would speak poorly of us. We just have to accept these mistakes, and make up for it. It is then that we can strengthen ourselves."
//mobile. Excuse any mistakes <3
Sunhaven, huh? How dandy. Their name speaks of flowers and sunshine and the fact that they're seeking an ally within snowbound, a group of pacifists, speaks much about them.
But there's one amongst them who does not smell of timid weakness or passive peace. She is a tiger, body rippling with muscle and eyes cold and sharp. When she speaks, her tongue is like a dagger. Blunt and honest. Slicing through the air like a blade would destroy a block of butter. She speaks nothing of the truth, and she is sincere.
Instantly, Nui decides. She likes this one.
Nui agrees with her. The polarheart herself, is no mere pacifist. She has tasted the salty tang of blood more times than she can count. Has graced skin with claws and toppled lives with menacing efficiency and a gleeful cry of victory and sadistic joy. She does not look the part though. Devil dressed in laces and frills. She carries her parasol, tucked into her heart shaped collar. Her visage is that of teeming childness and innocence.
Quantum speaks the hard reality.
Snowbound had submitted to the typhoon. Had rolled over and exposed their belly and neck, pleading and whimpering like a dog would to a far more experienced foe. As much as she hated to acknowledge it, they were weak. They were basic and they were weak, and they were small. An altercation with another clan could prove deadly, and an ally for them, was effective. Nui, though? Nui couldn't have cared less. Let the enemies come. While the others would flounder helplessly, weak in their lack of violence. She'd be waiting.
"But Henri," Nui admonishes softly as she approaches, voice laced with velvet and pitchfully high. "This is no insult, nor is it a faulty attempt to start bad blood on this lady's part. It is but the mere truth, harsh as it may be. And truths do not have to be pretty."
She focuses a singular, glinting sapphire eye onto the newcomers, smile still fatefully carved into her dainty maw.
"If we so hastily consider the hard truth to be a defamation and turn them away because of that, it would speak poorly of us. We just have to accept these mistakes, and make up for it. It is then that we can strengthen ourselves."
//mobile. Excuse any mistakes <3