08-21-2018, 09:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-22-2018, 04:56 AM by NUI HARIME.)
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Nui had not seen Atbash for days. That was understandable, given the last time she saw the savannah; Snowbound seemed to descend into heavenly chaos the moment a sickeningly sweet squelch of a claw tearing through Atbash's optic slunk through the banquet hall.
And Nui? She had cozied up within her own cabin; weaving herself into exhaustion and sharpening her telekinesis for her opponents; a wicked surprise she was sure they'd be pleased to discover. Hammering her powers into a sharp, vicious blade for her foes. Harime refused to let herself fall prey to the clutches of inactivity. Lack of practice made you slow and weak-- taking hits where you could have dodged them. Dealing blows that failed to land. Such a future for her was unthinkable.
While she had not entirely desisted in eating, her form grew gaunt from the lack of blood and fresh prey-- necessary nutrients to her survival. All forgone in favor of starving herself into frustration.
Frustration, which was a powerful motivator. She'll mold herself into the feening carnivore, lusting for blood. And when the time came for Snowbound's inevitable reclamation, the Polarheart would trample them under heel with her bloodlust. It was a glorious thought, and it was only a befitting end to infantile creatures who prided and paraded themselves as oppressors, when they were naught any concern for the gal. She did not even considered herself to be intimidated by their presence; it was laughable. Her first time being subjugated, and the Pittians had done the bare minimum. Absolutely pathetic.
The feline stepped from her cabin, spotting Atbash's vibrant pelt amongst the fallen snow, stuck out like a sore thumb and practically face planted herself into the ground. There was a brief moment as Nui stared, before disappearing into her cabin to once more return with an obnoxiously pink blanket draped over her back.
Atbash's wound was plastered with a leaf. The blood was long ago dried, now healed how disappointing. Nui's paw pads pressed against cool, compact ice. She siddled over to the leader; pressing into Atbash's shoulder in an attempt to ease her upright. The felidae was even surprised that Stryker allowed her to walk about. Was he so assured of his victory that he allowed her to do so? Or maybe it was a powerplay, displaying his unconcern about any thoughts of retribution from the enslaved clan by letting his ransom walk free?
"You're okay," Nui offered her assistance, noting with satisfaction how Atbash's own missing eye matched her own. She looked far more beautiful this way, in the only way a scarred woman could. "You'll get used to it," And with that, she'd offer the blanket, should Atbash take it, and help the savannah drape it around herself like a cape. Warm and comforting.
She knows of loss. One of her most valuable assets-- the feeling of uselessness as she stumbled around in a dizzy frenzied, frustrated and helpless because that object looked to far away; and i thought it was closer and all that had been left in those months were hot red rage rage rage. The first time her eye had been taken from her, she struggled with the knowledge that perhaps everything may not be alright again.
And then she got used to it.
"Are you hungry?" Her inquiry was light, singular orb gleaming as she blinked at the Cipher. "ma dame, the food will help strengthen you. you'll feel much better." With that, she'd lean into the hailcaller, aiming to offer her own warmth. She did not do tenderness, but Atbash was to be helped if they could do anything about their current predicament. A little bit of nurturing could go a long way, and just a little nudge in the right direction would be beneficial to escaping their current unfortunate situation.
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SNOWBOUND
FEMALE
POLARHEART
FEMALE
POLARHEART
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: #FB9B85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]I AM IN CONTROL!
Nui had not seen Atbash for days. That was understandable, given the last time she saw the savannah; Snowbound seemed to descend into heavenly chaos the moment a sickeningly sweet squelch of a claw tearing through Atbash's optic slunk through the banquet hall.
And Nui? She had cozied up within her own cabin; weaving herself into exhaustion and sharpening her telekinesis for her opponents; a wicked surprise she was sure they'd be pleased to discover. Hammering her powers into a sharp, vicious blade for her foes. Harime refused to let herself fall prey to the clutches of inactivity. Lack of practice made you slow and weak-- taking hits where you could have dodged them. Dealing blows that failed to land. Such a future for her was unthinkable.
While she had not entirely desisted in eating, her form grew gaunt from the lack of blood and fresh prey-- necessary nutrients to her survival. All forgone in favor of starving herself into frustration.
Frustration, which was a powerful motivator. She'll mold herself into the feening carnivore, lusting for blood. And when the time came for Snowbound's inevitable reclamation, the Polarheart would trample them under heel with her bloodlust. It was a glorious thought, and it was only a befitting end to infantile creatures who prided and paraded themselves as oppressors, when they were naught any concern for the gal. She did not even considered herself to be intimidated by their presence; it was laughable. Her first time being subjugated, and the Pittians had done the bare minimum. Absolutely pathetic.
The feline stepped from her cabin, spotting Atbash's vibrant pelt amongst the fallen snow, stuck out like a sore thumb and practically face planted herself into the ground. There was a brief moment as Nui stared, before disappearing into her cabin to once more return with an obnoxiously pink blanket draped over her back.
Atbash's wound was plastered with a leaf. The blood was long ago dried, now healed how disappointing. Nui's paw pads pressed against cool, compact ice. She siddled over to the leader; pressing into Atbash's shoulder in an attempt to ease her upright. The felidae was even surprised that Stryker allowed her to walk about. Was he so assured of his victory that he allowed her to do so? Or maybe it was a powerplay, displaying his unconcern about any thoughts of retribution from the enslaved clan by letting his ransom walk free?
"You're okay," Nui offered her assistance, noting with satisfaction how Atbash's own missing eye matched her own. She looked far more beautiful this way, in the only way a scarred woman could. "You'll get used to it," And with that, she'd offer the blanket, should Atbash take it, and help the savannah drape it around herself like a cape. Warm and comforting.
She knows of loss. One of her most valuable assets-- the feeling of uselessness as she stumbled around in a dizzy frenzied, frustrated and helpless because that object looked to far away; and i thought it was closer and all that had been left in those months were hot red rage rage rage. The first time her eye had been taken from her, she struggled with the knowledge that perhaps everything may not be alright again.
And then she got used to it.
"Are you hungry?" Her inquiry was light, singular orb gleaming as she blinked at the Cipher. "ma dame, the food will help strengthen you. you'll feel much better." With that, she'd lean into the hailcaller, aiming to offer her own warmth. She did not do tenderness, but Atbash was to be helped if they could do anything about their current predicament. A little bit of nurturing could go a long way, and just a little nudge in the right direction would be beneficial to escaping their current unfortunate situation.
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