08-14-2018, 08:02 AM
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Family, a connection crafted from the blood of two brought together for whatever reason they cared to spin between them, though complications stood there. Upon one side of her own lineage had been little but lust, uncaring of the person but more what she could offer him, blood toned a shade of blue. And she, but a solider herself for so long, left ravaged by a war she had no hand within, given to the wolves which tore her apart, uncaring of the quiet tears she dare not shed within the light. It had seemed a dream to her to find this man of high birth courting her, gentle words spoken into a willing ear, but she was worth nothing more than a night beneath the stars.
Ishayu had known the love of only a single parent not because death had touched upon their doorstep but because he had been uncaring, separating himself for them, low birth children he deemed bastards, until the time came he was made to care. Forced was the marriage between them and all too quickly did the bitter feelings grow. To find her mother drowning her sorrows within the bottle, working at anything that might separate her from the man she had been shacked to, it had torn at the child when first she had bore witness to it, the sightings proved all too numerous for her to care for all that long, however. She had done her best to be there for the children who had been shunned for their birth and the mere fact they held a colouration different to her own dusty brown, made ghosts for fear of being killed.
And what of he, the blue-blooded devil who had sought only pleasure with no care to the consequences behind such an act, thinking his status might save him from such troubles? He grew restless within a marriage he held no say within, had no direction to go for there was nothing to him being wed to a mere peasant, no kingdom or crown to call his own, driven low for he had listened to what was between his legs.
Within each other had the two children sought the care and love they so desperately craved, bonded by blood and trauma, marred by the claws of the one they were forced to call father, each word a scream into a face they tried to hide, rubbing at tears they could never hope to stop. As no other would dare to do they had loved with reckless abandon, solemn promises to protect one another from the cruel world about them murmured in sleepy tones, the twinkling stars above their only witness. What good are promises when they are merely pretty lies dressed up to prove easier to swallow, when a mind is pushed to exhaustion and barely able to register what is spoken, if not disappointment waiting to happen.
Crimson and gold. Throat opened and each breath a wet, rasping gasp, maroon eyes a match to her own seeking her amongst an uncaring crowed, their screams of joy drowning out her own. No promise might have protected him as others had forced her back, jeering through sneers marked with malicious amusement, enjoying her tears, the pain which touched the scream torn from her throat. None had laughter as her claws had found them, tearing through those mocking grins, never thinking of the punishment in store only of him. Crimson and gold had he been, cooling even as she had struggled to stem the flow, rasping voice pleading for him to be returned, the only one who had ever cared. There had been nothing she could do though she made many attempts until her paws slipped from her, struggling to gain a hold upon the loose sand, fighting against those which pulled at her.
He had taken joy in seeing her blood upon his claws, in hearing each scream escape her no matter how she tried to stifle them, breaking into pitiful sobs. Rough was the shape of the letter, a capital T drawn across her belly to mark her a traitor, the only permanent thing he would allow upon her though the skin beneath her stark fur had been marked with bruises and welts. A gift, he had deemed each such for it was to make her stronger, a soldier beneath his control, useful only as that for what good was a child if not to control and use them. Some part of her sought his death, the knowledge a trade had been made to end her brother heavy upon her for he had done the same, bribing the one who had been made to fight her. So easy would it have been to find the aged cougar, enjoy each breath as he struggled to remove her as teeth found his throat, the warm rush of blood as his life ended in the same fashion he had ended his son. But then revenge was no simple matter, was it.
Maroon eyes narrowed as she watched the other roll his shoulders, her own tensing though there was no point to such. Though plans were in the works, and more than a few blueprints scattered about her workplace attested to such, for a prosthetic that might bare her weight it had been slow. To regain the use of her limb was far from her mind, an afterthought for she knew how to craft weaponry, to repair cracks within armour and tan leather to make it usable as simple covering, but the complicated mechanisms needed for such escaped her. Nothing so intricate had come to touch her thoughts, nor did there seem a time it might ever, the smallest of her work still unsuited to the necessary components. Rather it was an act to brace herself, body lowering until her belly brushed the ground, the stump of her leg pressed against the ground to help brace her weight, an uneasy sound rising from her throat.
The sword twirled slowly, as thought a hand grown restless turned it within a loose circle, and she almost felt it, the worn leather band about the wooden handle, stained from use though she had never held it within her teeth, sought to use it in such a fashion. Ishayu was accustomed to such work, many times had tested her own work in the manner, but had grown more dependent upon her telekinesis. It had grown to become useful the more she honed it, making her work that much easier, her own experience with other powers minimal. Ears twitched, faint hum raising between pursed lips and slowly did the weapon descend, hovering about her paws within easy grasp in case it grew necessary to take it up once more.
His speech was strange, words she had not come upon within her travels though she cared not to show her confusion, keeping her features blank as slowly she rose, a few tentative steps drawing her closer. Questions lingered upon the edge of her tongue, for a time she allowed them to gather before she pushed them aside for there would be time enough. Closer now it was easy to pick up the scent which was upon him, muted for travel had a way to wearing away the old and bringing with it more, her body visibly relaxing as the pieces came together. Indeed this creature hailed from a group though one which they were allied with, wild flowers mixing with the unmistakable touch of dust and metal. For a short time she pondered his words, thinking briefly on what she had within stock. She had little time to make much and her armoury was bare for the most part, holding smaller weapons she had been using to keep her occupied, nothing large enough for this creature.
“Indeed we do, but not at the moment,” terse was the tone Ishayu took, briefly wondering to what purpose he sought a weapon. The helmet removed any ability to hold a weapon within his jaws as most did, paws making it rather hard to adequately hold any weapon, the few braces she had crafted in hopes to get around this little problem falling short or otherwise making it harder to wield. “I might be able to make you one, however this is no place to talk business, please, follow me.”
Turning on her heel she didn't wait for a response before she started making her way towards her forge once more, once more making a soft click to call her sword, her own little condition to use her power. Standing within the opening of the cave she flicked her stump, directing the sword to a low table she had set there amongst a few other swords, most old and in need of repair or complete rework, the metal rusted from long years of no use. “Feel free to take one, be careful with the brown ones, they are strong,” as Ishayu spoke she gestured towards a small box set right within the entrance filled with various bottles, most unlabelled. Though she was not one to indulge while she worked it had become a habit to have a bottle with her when working on plans, one of the few things she allowed herself. Some were spirits she had picked up from abandoned buildings, though some amongst them were dark brown and stopped by corks rather than proper tops, these some of her own creation. Similar to cider in taste it proved much more alcoholic, one she had made herself and rarely enjoyed for it was easy to get drunk on it, one bottle proving enough to leave her buzzed when she had been drinking for a good number of years now, her tolerance rather high.
“Do you have any elemental powers? They pose a challenge and can be dangerous with certain materials, I can work with them it might take a slight bit longer,” circling around her make-shift anvil she picked through the pile of metal set beside the forge, trying to find a piece the right size for this work. Along with this she would need to know more about his jaws, how his teeth were shaped for it would affect how she made the hilt so it was comfortable to hold, and the power behind them as some wood would crack easily beneath too much pressure.
Family, a connection crafted from the blood of two brought together for whatever reason they cared to spin between them, though complications stood there. Upon one side of her own lineage had been little but lust, uncaring of the person but more what she could offer him, blood toned a shade of blue. And she, but a solider herself for so long, left ravaged by a war she had no hand within, given to the wolves which tore her apart, uncaring of the quiet tears she dare not shed within the light. It had seemed a dream to her to find this man of high birth courting her, gentle words spoken into a willing ear, but she was worth nothing more than a night beneath the stars.
Ishayu had known the love of only a single parent not because death had touched upon their doorstep but because he had been uncaring, separating himself for them, low birth children he deemed bastards, until the time came he was made to care. Forced was the marriage between them and all too quickly did the bitter feelings grow. To find her mother drowning her sorrows within the bottle, working at anything that might separate her from the man she had been shacked to, it had torn at the child when first she had bore witness to it, the sightings proved all too numerous for her to care for all that long, however. She had done her best to be there for the children who had been shunned for their birth and the mere fact they held a colouration different to her own dusty brown, made ghosts for fear of being killed.
And what of he, the blue-blooded devil who had sought only pleasure with no care to the consequences behind such an act, thinking his status might save him from such troubles? He grew restless within a marriage he held no say within, had no direction to go for there was nothing to him being wed to a mere peasant, no kingdom or crown to call his own, driven low for he had listened to what was between his legs.
Within each other had the two children sought the care and love they so desperately craved, bonded by blood and trauma, marred by the claws of the one they were forced to call father, each word a scream into a face they tried to hide, rubbing at tears they could never hope to stop. As no other would dare to do they had loved with reckless abandon, solemn promises to protect one another from the cruel world about them murmured in sleepy tones, the twinkling stars above their only witness. What good are promises when they are merely pretty lies dressed up to prove easier to swallow, when a mind is pushed to exhaustion and barely able to register what is spoken, if not disappointment waiting to happen.
Crimson and gold. Throat opened and each breath a wet, rasping gasp, maroon eyes a match to her own seeking her amongst an uncaring crowed, their screams of joy drowning out her own. No promise might have protected him as others had forced her back, jeering through sneers marked with malicious amusement, enjoying her tears, the pain which touched the scream torn from her throat. None had laughter as her claws had found them, tearing through those mocking grins, never thinking of the punishment in store only of him. Crimson and gold had he been, cooling even as she had struggled to stem the flow, rasping voice pleading for him to be returned, the only one who had ever cared. There had been nothing she could do though she made many attempts until her paws slipped from her, struggling to gain a hold upon the loose sand, fighting against those which pulled at her.
He had taken joy in seeing her blood upon his claws, in hearing each scream escape her no matter how she tried to stifle them, breaking into pitiful sobs. Rough was the shape of the letter, a capital T drawn across her belly to mark her a traitor, the only permanent thing he would allow upon her though the skin beneath her stark fur had been marked with bruises and welts. A gift, he had deemed each such for it was to make her stronger, a soldier beneath his control, useful only as that for what good was a child if not to control and use them. Some part of her sought his death, the knowledge a trade had been made to end her brother heavy upon her for he had done the same, bribing the one who had been made to fight her. So easy would it have been to find the aged cougar, enjoy each breath as he struggled to remove her as teeth found his throat, the warm rush of blood as his life ended in the same fashion he had ended his son. But then revenge was no simple matter, was it.
Maroon eyes narrowed as she watched the other roll his shoulders, her own tensing though there was no point to such. Though plans were in the works, and more than a few blueprints scattered about her workplace attested to such, for a prosthetic that might bare her weight it had been slow. To regain the use of her limb was far from her mind, an afterthought for she knew how to craft weaponry, to repair cracks within armour and tan leather to make it usable as simple covering, but the complicated mechanisms needed for such escaped her. Nothing so intricate had come to touch her thoughts, nor did there seem a time it might ever, the smallest of her work still unsuited to the necessary components. Rather it was an act to brace herself, body lowering until her belly brushed the ground, the stump of her leg pressed against the ground to help brace her weight, an uneasy sound rising from her throat.
The sword twirled slowly, as thought a hand grown restless turned it within a loose circle, and she almost felt it, the worn leather band about the wooden handle, stained from use though she had never held it within her teeth, sought to use it in such a fashion. Ishayu was accustomed to such work, many times had tested her own work in the manner, but had grown more dependent upon her telekinesis. It had grown to become useful the more she honed it, making her work that much easier, her own experience with other powers minimal. Ears twitched, faint hum raising between pursed lips and slowly did the weapon descend, hovering about her paws within easy grasp in case it grew necessary to take it up once more.
His speech was strange, words she had not come upon within her travels though she cared not to show her confusion, keeping her features blank as slowly she rose, a few tentative steps drawing her closer. Questions lingered upon the edge of her tongue, for a time she allowed them to gather before she pushed them aside for there would be time enough. Closer now it was easy to pick up the scent which was upon him, muted for travel had a way to wearing away the old and bringing with it more, her body visibly relaxing as the pieces came together. Indeed this creature hailed from a group though one which they were allied with, wild flowers mixing with the unmistakable touch of dust and metal. For a short time she pondered his words, thinking briefly on what she had within stock. She had little time to make much and her armoury was bare for the most part, holding smaller weapons she had been using to keep her occupied, nothing large enough for this creature.
“Indeed we do, but not at the moment,” terse was the tone Ishayu took, briefly wondering to what purpose he sought a weapon. The helmet removed any ability to hold a weapon within his jaws as most did, paws making it rather hard to adequately hold any weapon, the few braces she had crafted in hopes to get around this little problem falling short or otherwise making it harder to wield. “I might be able to make you one, however this is no place to talk business, please, follow me.”
Turning on her heel she didn't wait for a response before she started making her way towards her forge once more, once more making a soft click to call her sword, her own little condition to use her power. Standing within the opening of the cave she flicked her stump, directing the sword to a low table she had set there amongst a few other swords, most old and in need of repair or complete rework, the metal rusted from long years of no use. “Feel free to take one, be careful with the brown ones, they are strong,” as Ishayu spoke she gestured towards a small box set right within the entrance filled with various bottles, most unlabelled. Though she was not one to indulge while she worked it had become a habit to have a bottle with her when working on plans, one of the few things she allowed herself. Some were spirits she had picked up from abandoned buildings, though some amongst them were dark brown and stopped by corks rather than proper tops, these some of her own creation. Similar to cider in taste it proved much more alcoholic, one she had made herself and rarely enjoyed for it was easy to get drunk on it, one bottle proving enough to leave her buzzed when she had been drinking for a good number of years now, her tolerance rather high.
“Do you have any elemental powers? They pose a challenge and can be dangerous with certain materials, I can work with them it might take a slight bit longer,” circling around her make-shift anvil she picked through the pile of metal set beside the forge, trying to find a piece the right size for this work. Along with this she would need to know more about his jaws, how his teeth were shaped for it would affect how she made the hilt so it was comfortable to hold, and the power behind them as some wood would crack easily beneath too much pressure.
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike