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homecoming queen. [return/open]
« on: July 10, 2017, 11:33:47 PM »
Caesar was tired, so very, very tired. Exhaustion clawed at her insides, dragging at her muscles until every step was a struggle and each breath was harder than the next. She needed to find a stream or something soon so that she could quench her burning throat. Her tongue, long and pink hung out of the side of her face as she panted beneath the midsummer sun, she was dangerously close to overheating. Surely she was close to home? How many days had it been since she'd left that weird pack? Her paws were sore and she was weary but homesickness pushed her onward.

Each step of the way she cursed herself for leaving Alteron in the first place. Sure it had been boring, maybe she had been screwed over a few times, and yeah she might not have gotten the recognition she felt she deserved but it was still home. She had been a fool to think she could escape the dying forest or the call of her Draconius blood.

The wind shifted and carried with it the familiar scent of decaying leaves and dry bones. Lifting her nose to the breeze she followed the trail until the thick treeline thinned out. She stopped at the edge of the forest and stared in astonishment at what had become of Alteron. Perhaps it was because she was so exhausted but it appeared as if the kingdom had risen from the earth, a great cloud obscuring the base of the island. Entranced and awed Caesar walked slowly along the edge of the mist, looking for a way in.

What exactly had happened in her absence? What else had she missed?

Finally through the pale white mist she made out what looked like a land bridge that connected Alteron to the world outside. The promise of rest and being in familiar territory put some haste in her step as she headed for the bridge, not hesitating to cross over the gaping ravine that bordered the kingdom. She gave it a single glance and saw that it was filled with dark water quirk her brow in surprise. What a wonderful new defense against invasions.

This had Mother's touch written all over it. What else had the Dragon been up to while she had been away? Halting just inside the border she took a seat and let out a call to let Alteron know she was home; Caesar had finally returned. And it was time to get to work; first thing she needed to do is find out who was in charge and what had changed while she was gone. The sound of movement in the brush drew her pale gaze and she looked from the approaching figure and jerked her head around at the landscape.

"I like whatcha done wit' the place."

 
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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #1 on: July 12, 2017, 08:27:22 AM »
This was his home now and he was getting comfortable with it. The trigger to it all had been meeting the red dragon of the jungle, it had been such a small encounter, he had simply seen her at the auction and that was enough. He had found the one leading this entire jungle, she had oozed of it, almost a stench hanging on to her of authority, but it was nothing short of a sweet, sweet perfume to Tarun who was nothing but a tool to it. He didn’t live much on his own and did not do well on his own all the time. Sure he could hunt and keep himself alive, but he was born to obey, serve and live by the instructions of others with more power than himself. All he understood of life was the power of rank and the social ladder, it was probably the most complicated thing he understood.

He didn’t venture too close to the border, he didn’t want to seem like he wanted to leave for that wasn’t allowed. But it had happened that he found himself closer than he liked during a hunt and he would quickly turn around to get back to the safety of the packland. Today he had once again ventured a little too close in the hunt of a monkey that had gotten too close to the ground and as soon has he had grip of the monkey he realized how close he was. He shook his fur in outrage and quickly turned around to leave the border area.

A call stopped him in his tracks. He turned around with the brown monkey still in his gape and listened. It was very close, nearby. He wasn’t an officer or anything but it did call for Alteron in general, so that could mean him too right? He thought it was best to check it out, if it was a trespasser he could chase them off, but trespassers rarely called for the pack. So who was it? What was it about? He trotted forward and pushed himself under some long twisted roots to get closer.

He came jumping out from vegetation and looked around to find a single female of red colors and light tones sitting by the border, waiting for others to come. "I like whatcha done wit' the place." He had frozen in place and barely heard what she said, he didn’t truly understand either as a new member, so it simply passed him by as a comment he wasn’t born to understand, and only the more powerful would understand this message. He walked toward her and placed the monkey in front of her and nudged it toward her. ”Red dragon.. For you.” He pointed at the monkey with his nose and wagged his tail.

It’s the red dragon. He was in awe, not sure what she was doing here at the border, but then again she had so much power that maybe she had left for a mission, a job of sorts. Tarun just knew he was near the red dragon with power and he was desperate to get an order from her, desperate to find his purpose with the dragon herself. ”I am ready to serve the red dragon.” He bowed his head and like a dog waiting for a treat, he willingly waited for her command.

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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #2 on: July 23, 2017, 07:58:54 AM »
'I like whatcha done wit' the place,' a disembodied voice speaks, for now, and the mint drenched sentry curls back her lips to reveal the first thing Caesar will see through parting mists: a snarl.

Not that Atlas had been here long, but she had been here well over a year now, hadn't she? She had seen two litters raised, a war, and her greatest accomplishment of all: the moat. Regardless of the compliment of her decorating, there is still much left to explain from the orange laden mongrel before her.

Was this a sister?

An aunt?

Family at all?

The last thought was kicked away, careening down into the dark waters ahead of her, as it was blatantly obvious who this creature was, and yet..

"It took some time and hard work, but I managed," all the credit was her's, wasn't it? The constant whipping of serfs and some poor sentry-born child was all her doing, wasn't it? Whether she lifted a paw to actually dig didn't matter. This was her idea put into practice and she would take credit where credit was due.

"Who are you, mm? And if you remember Alteron before this, why have you been gone?"

Atlas' tail whips behind her in irritation, her teeth still bared with the lack of sound now, just her quiet warning. It didn't matter one bit who Caesar actually was. Family was beginning to pop up from the wordwork like filthy little moles from the dirt. Their mother was rising to power, seizing it by the throat in a familiar stranglehold only the dragon's family could maintain, so of course it made sense for all the little dragonlings to return on home, to nest again with their mother's protection to keep them warm at night.

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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #3 on: July 23, 2017, 10:20:22 AM »


There was a peculiar smell on the border. It was familiar, and yet so very, very separate from anything Warsaw knew. Truly, he had no jurisdiction at the border, beyond complete curiosity, and he had no plans to interfere with whatever was happening there, but he was an inquisitive, ambitious thing by nature. Shatter, Antaeus and Azuhel had taught him well. He absorbed knowledge like a towel, with little time to ponder over whether or not the knowledge was necessary. His pursuit of learning was absolute: it drove him.

The artisan watched the small congregation with quiet interest, brilliantly orange eyes flitting around the individuals that had gathered. The first and most prominent figure was, of course, the stranger. She sported the unmistakable red coat of the Dragon's lineage, one way or another. She was younger, he noted, than Azuhel. It didn't fully explain who she was, but the relation was clear. The scent was clear. The crafter turned his attention to the brown, monkey-sporting comrade, who proclaimed the woman in front of them the 'Red Dragon'. Warsaw sighed, a hint of irritation bristling the hairs at the back of his neck, not unlike the frustration that showed so vividly in his biological mother as she apprehended the situation.

Quietly, he moved closer to the stranger, Tarun, and brushed against the man's coat. No, it was not right for Warsaw to  be angry at the man. He wasn't to know. He didn't know better: he revered an individual he had never met, it wasn't his fault. He murmured a soft, "It isn't her," to explain the mishap, then turned the hawk-like gaze on Atlas, the woman who had birthed him.

She was swift to ask the questions that were truly on all of their minds. This... relative of Azuhel's was returning, which was commendable, but why was a return necessary? Why had she left? He licked his dry lips, opting to remain behind the outrider, listening closely, ready to absorb the information offered to him. Part of him wondered if this was beyond their control: Azuhel herself, surely, would want to know what was happening here. Or would she? Would she care about some distant, estranged relative? He swallowed.












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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #4 on: July 23, 2017, 12:43:16 PM »
Sarissa followed her mother obediently, silently as they weaved through the forest against the border. The moat was always a sight that made her nervous, one of the few instances to make her feel so. The violent daughter would keep her mind focused though, red eyes on her mother’s tail while they made their rounds. Not long ago did her mother seem tall, now that Sarissa was starting to grow and become an adult, she felt confident and stronger. Her mind was sharp and tuned with the help of her mother and father as they raised their children in preparation for whatever the Red Dragon had planned for them.

The scene they came across was certainly interesting; the blazing pelt of the stranger resembled much of her grandmother and a spark of an odd serenity washed over her. That of course did not last long as red eyes flickered to the brown wolf with a gift to the Red Dragon, though the thing was, this border rat was not the Red Dragon. Warsaw was a little more gentle in the approach, whispering, but Sarissa was not a creature of discretion. “Yes, you are quite daft, aren’t you?” she said, snorting as she could hardly believe that someone could mistake Azuhel for anyone else, despite the familiarity. Despite being ignorant, Sarissa was rubbed the wrong way for her grandmother’s sake.

Don’t coddle him, brother, it isn’t healthy.” she said before she faced the aunt with a strange expression of uncertainty and eagerness. She wanted to know just who this was exactly, Atlas prodding for information. Sarissa had an urge to echo her mother’s question, but she knew the bites of her mother were harsh and she didn’t feel like bleeding today. While Orcrist was a little more forgiving, her mother was a whole different beast.

She wasn’t about to pay for it.

The girl would turn around though, snatching the monkey and pulled the morsel away from all parties. She wouldn’t eat it of course, but the border rat did not earn it. Not yet. Maybe when everything was said and done they could have it. Despite the deep gurgles in her stomach, Sarissa was not going to waste this gracious gift as it wasn’t her gift in the first place. She was guarding it is all, for it had to be earned before anything else. So now she sat, standing over the corpse protectively. She would let her mother work.



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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #5 on: July 29, 2017, 10:58:23 PM »
The first to arrive was a little red male and she stared at him with a stoney expression as he mistook her for the Red Dragon. Was this boy a complete idiot or was it an honest mistake? She narrowed her silver eyes into slits of flint as she considered the simpleton before her. He had gifted her with a monkey and while her stomach gurgled emptily she wasn't sure if she should accept such a gift from someone like him. What would her mother think?

”I am ready to serve the red dragon.”

Caesar sighed heavily, feeling disappoint that this was her homecoming but just as soon as he finished speaking a minty blue female blew onto the scene. She caught the dragonlings eye immediately and Caesar paid close attention to the woman's words. "It took some time and hard work, but I managed," Implying that it had been her work or, more likely, her idea to make something like this and yet the fiery woman wondered if her mother had had a hand in this as well?

"Who are you, mm? And if you remember Alteron before this, why have you been gone?"

What a good question and she couldn't blame the woman for her suspicion, she would react the same perhaps if the roles were reversed. Perhaps she would have said it with a bit less of an attitude but she couldn't really blame the sentry for her poor manners. Perhaps she just hadn't been raised any better. A third wolf arrived, this one with similar mint markings but thats where the similarities between the two ended. He seemed to be explaining the situation to the dense one who had greeted her first and Caesar thought the gesture was kind of him.

The fourth member to arrive was not as kind as the third and much younger, hardly out of her puppy fur and ordering people around. She looked just like Rapier and sported a similarly attitude to the old Alteron ruler. Caesar snorted, wishing her mother was around to see such behavior. Back in her day if she'd acted in such a way she'd have her ears cuffed soundly if not been given a hard nip for her impunity. Parents these days were so afraid of hurting their kids. Good thing she wasn't.

Caesar lunged forward and snatched the monkey from the grasp of the little Rapier clone with a spark of pleasure. It wasn't the real Rapier but she still drew satisfaction from the action. She tore into the corpse with a snarl, golden eyes burning into little Rapiers red ones as she ripped the meat from bones. "Pardon me. I was starvin' ya see." Hunger sated, for the moment she settled down to answer the mint females question. "I use to live in Alteron back in Rapier's reign and the time after until the stinking lions came along. Alteron was turning into something I didn't recognize or agree with anymore so I left." She lifted a paw to pick at a piece of meat stuck between her teeth and then swiped her tongue around her face to clean it before she finished. "Leavin' was the stupidest thing I ever did. Ain't nothin' out there for me so I figured it was time to come home." She pinned the female in charge with a curious stare and quirked her brow,

"My names Caesar, who are you?"

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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #6 on: August 01, 2017, 01:58:41 PM »
[ooc: I don’t want to hold this up and Tarun won’t do much so bullet points!]
  • Others arrived and Tarun moved out of their way to let those with power above his control the scene. This was familiar and this was what he knew best, to stand behind and let others take charge.
  • A male came to him, softly touching his shoulder so he turned around surprised by the interaction. "It isn't her" he says and Tarun opens his mouth in awe and looks at him, then her the usurper. "Who?" he asks and stays by the male. He is nice, he is kind, he will stay with him.
  • Less nice female calls him brother and tells him to not.. coddle? He doesn't understand but tone indicates insult and he gives her a harsh look but does not snarl, stays with the male and touches his shoulder with his nose for security. He likes him.
  • They fight for the monkey he hunts and he breaks into a snarl at both. It wasn't meant for either of them. He doesn't leave the male's side though, he is with him now, he will do as he say.
  • The usurper speaks, Caesar she is called and first Tarun doesn't want to say much but finally breaks the silence. "Why do you look like red dragon?" Curious and cautious all at once. Who is she?

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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #7 on: August 04, 2017, 12:15:10 PM »
All it took to trigger the sentry was a sudden movement. One that was directed at her daughter, and one that ended in the theft of already stolen food. It was reserved for Azuhel, and yet..

Caesar would have little time to talk, to say a damned thing on her behalf before Atlas retaliates.

She lunges.

She shoots for the orange female with a wicked snarl, because she is not accepted, not yet, and yet she has the audacity to steal from someone who contributes to the pack, who never left it, who never abandoned their home, and likely never would.

Atlas doesn't think twice, she goes for Caesar's neck- or face- with the wrath of a mother, she shoots off a command to those around- 'RESTRAIN HER'- the mint wolf orders, and all three of those who remained in the area would be recognized as disobedient and receieve her own form of punishment at the end of this.

She knew better with Sarissa, though. She knew her daughter- so like her, and yet so different- would not hesitate to strike for the slight offered by Caesar. Warsaw, however, and the other confused mongre- Tarun- were the two she expected to waver or hesitate.

'Leavin' was the stupidest thing I ever did.' she recalled the bitch saying, and her heart sang out with a violent 'NO'.

'STEALING FROM MY CHILD WAS THE STUPIDEST THING YOU EVER DID.'

Caesar would be allowed home, but only as a effing serf, and that's if she took the beating she deserved like a champ and didn't put up much of a fight. Even then, she wasn't promised to come in all in one piece.




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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #8 on: August 04, 2017, 01:25:26 PM »
The smell drew her forward, alluring in its familiarity, like the odd whispers of a barely remembered dream. It stirred something within her, a memory from so many moons ago, an idea that hadn’t reached fruition, and whispered treasonous conversations under the heated umbrella canopy of a world that she hadn’t yet fully owned. It comes to her in bits and pieces, the idea of red splashed fur and furious features, a voice much like her own… And a scent, now identified, as something almost secondary to Jette.

She twists on the spot, ears twitched forward, nostrils pointed toward the air as her gaze narrowed toward the only place the wind could have been blowing from—towards the most logical space a wolf could have been coming from—and it doesn’t take her long to shift toward the border and the babbling moat and the—

Loud vicious sounds of attack.

Normally, this would have been a rather amusing situation, to watch Atlas defend this space with teeth and claw with those of similar loyalty at her back.

Normally, she might have joined in, or at least watched the happenings with all the enthusiasm of a beast that enjoyed the strip meat from bone and pelt.

This was not a normal situation however, considering that Atlas was tearing into—

There’s no spoken proclamation, no order to halt—she knew her people well, and if blood had been spilled then simple words would not work on the crazed—only action, and it’s with action that Azuhel would move her body with snapping jaws toward the cluster. She has no real context surrounding why Atlas is attacking one of her first born, but she deserves to know, for Caesar belonged to her and no one else.

And if Jette had spared her once, Azuhel would at least attempt to spare her again.

Her movement is erratic, but forceful. She’d come in from the left with head tucked down against her chest and bulky fluffy front forward. She’s shoving with a terrible might to put her body between Atlas and the first born and there is no pause in movement, no action or reaction to any pain she might get, whether she must take Atlas further blows or otherwise—

But one can assume she won’t be in a gracious mood if she’s torn into by her feuding children.

Once and only once the dragon is between them, puffing her bulk up defensively to keep Caesar from further attack, she’ll speak with rolling curl poisoned with her irritation, but infused with the authority that she had worked endlessly to wield with purpose.

What’s all dis?

She wants to know why this is happening, she wants to know— Sarissa? What..

This is the second youth she’s found on the border---Azuhel shakes her head, she’s a child of the sentry but they need better security should fights like this break out around them, the child could have been hurt, Azuhel fears.

No matter, what was done was done, this situation was more important—Warsaw. Atlas. Explain.

Tarun, unfortunately, is an unknown but maybe they could shed some light on the situation if they could not. Either way it’s rather clear that if anyone is going to beat her wayward child on the border, it’s going to be Azuhel herself.

Depending on the crime she’s committed, naturally.

This was just a lovely good ol’ welcome home, wasn’t it?



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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #9 on: August 10, 2017, 05:12:53 PM »
The flurry of motion stunned Sarissa as Caesar lunged forward, ripping the monkey from under the child. With a yelp, the child went backwards, hitting the ground hard, knocking the wind from her lungs. She gasped, trying to catch her breath as Atlas flew into action, barks and yips echoing through the forest that attracted more than just the attention of those already near the edge of Alteron. The Dragon herself descended upon them, the wings of her force pushed between two denizens of her blood.

In the fray, while Sarissa managed to roll to her side, she bit a toe while no one was looking. The bite was hard enough to draw blood, the red easily seen on the sheen of her white fur. She would not let this bitch get away with such an act. The prize was not hers, and to attack a child worth more, the border rat deserved punishment.

As Azuhel called to her granddaughter with a look of surprise, the girl stood, face twisted in fear albeit having a raging fire within her chest. She was angry with this long-lost aunt, but she would get her vengence through feign injury. Blood dripped from her paw, drew her attention to the self-inflicted injury as if stunned then whipped her head to her grandmother. "She... she bit me grandma. I... This man brought you food, thinking this wolf was you but... I.. I thought that.. I'd save it for you, since it's for you! But.. she... that wolf, she pushed and bit me to get it! Look!" Sarissa would of course display the injured paw.

Although this of course was a lie, Atlas could tell her own story. The sentry was far more trusted and Azuhel did call upon her and Warsaw to explain the situation. With red eyes full of tears, Sarissa would watch in hopeful bliss that Azuhel would tear into this border rat. The girl wanted to go to her mother's side in a dramatic show, but she didn't want to seem weak. So, instead, the princess would hold her paw up as it hurt so bad.



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« Reply #10 on: August 17, 2017, 06:55:45 PM »
Caesar hadn't expected the minty female to lose her crap and spring towards her but the sound of a snarl alerts her to her assailants attack and she looks up in time to see Atlas lunging for her throat, her face, anything those rabid teeth could dig into. It's a simple movement, a shifting of her weight and slither of her neck, quick and elegant she dodges out of the way, a snarl echoing in her own chest. The nerve of this bitch to attack her, over a effing monkey that had been gifted to her. Sure the red boy had mistaken her for her mother but was she not her mother's daughter? Did she not deserve a snack as a reward for returning home to Alteron?

Of course, Caesar was not so foolish to think that her homecoming would be an easy one. She had expected to grovel at her mother's feet, to throw herself upon the Red Dragon's mercy and beg her forgiveness. Caesar had expected Azu's wrath and would have taken whatever punishment was dealt with grace and dignity, she had effed up after all and she'd own that crap. But THIS?

Aw, hell naw.

Caesar strikes like a viper, her neck snaking out with deadly aim, teeth flashing to pierce sensitive skin as she leaps for the mint bitch. A heavy weight crashes into her flank, knocking the breath from her lungs as she hits the ground with a painful grunt. "What's all dis?" That voice. "Sarissa? What.." She'd recognize that voice anywhere. Her heart palpitates in her chest and she slowly picks herself up out the dirt, shaking out her coat her amber eyes burn with a tightly leashed fury. Caesar lifts a paw to brush imaginary dirt from her pelt now as Azuhel demands an explanation from Warsaw and the minty female, Atlas.

Her eyes narrowed on the Sentry as she committed the name to her memory. Atlas would need a proper thank you card for the warm welcome after Caesar finished settling back in. "She... she bit me grandma. I... This man brought you food, thinking this wolf was you but... I.. I thought that.. I'd save it for you, since it's for you! But.. she... that wolf, she pushed and bit me to get it! Look!" Her face contorted into look of complete and utter indignation as she looked down at the little Rapier clone, similar to the way one would if they were to spy a particularly disgusting looking insect.

"When?" Caesar prompted, voice dripping with scorn, "When I was attacked by her or when I tried to retaliate and ended up in the dirt?" She sucked her teeth impatiently and hissed, "If you're gonna lie ya should at least be good at it." Sighing impatiently she ignored whatever the little brat did in return and turned her attention to her Azuhel. Caesar was far too old to play games with a child. "Just a simple miscommun'cation, Ma, nothing serious. Ah apologize for causin' such a commotion." She tried to paste on what she hoped passed as a winning smile, "Helluva welcome home though, right?" She appeared calm and collected but some part of her wondered how her mother would react to her return. Would she really be welcomed back after all this time?

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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #11 on: August 22, 2017, 03:49:29 AM »
are we waiting for warsaw or me?

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« Reply #12 on: September 03, 2017, 09:00:48 AM »
There was only orange in her eyesight.

Orange, not red, and yet all she could do was snap her jaws in fury. Atlas thought her strikes would land on the thief, but no- if they hit, they would graze the skin of her mother, and she would rear back with bared fangs at the interruption. Not in disbelief at their leader's intervention, but merely at the intervention.

Explain.

She commands an explanation, but questions buzz and snap in her own mind. Why?

Who the eff is this?

But it was obvious who Caesar was, standing in the backdrop and with the shield of scale and blood between them.

"For eff's sake," no mood more agitated then the mother sentry as she stands guarding her own daughter as well. "Shut up, Sarissa," she demands of her kid, not bothering to glance back to witness whatever sour look she might receive.

But Caesar begins to speak, and she rambles, and the fur along the mint wolf's spine bristles.

"That's awful funny, are you named Atlas, too? I thought my dad'd named me, after all this time.." she takes a step forward but tapers slightly to the side, still growling all the while. "Surely my son isn't named after something so effin' stupid, surely not," as she stakes claim on the boy she marked, although it was likely the first and last time she'd ever remind him- or anyone else- he was her son.

"This effin' idiot stole an offering to you, from that effin' idiot," a gesture is made towards Tarun, but no look, "-ripped it right from my daughter-" who she glances back at, her sneer still evident, "who claims she was holding it for you," and then back to Azuhel.

"I don't know Sarissa's intentions, but I know stealing from someone who is in the pack by someone who isn't in the pack, regardless of who they're blood with-" it was more obvious now, especially with the defensiveness of Azuhel. Of course. Another effing sibling. Worthless with wanderlust, it seems, but ah.. she wasn't quite right in the head either, so who was she to judge? "needs to be dealt with immediately, as not to give that returning newcomer- or anyone else, for that matter- the impression that stealing from the crown is okay."

Or from children.

Specifically.. her children.




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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #13 on: September 04, 2017, 10:16:39 PM »
Laughable.

The entire situation was laughable.

From the fact that red now dripped—at least not heavily—from her person. To the language of her child, crude and vulgar and all together immensely unpleasant. In fact, the entire ordeal was unpleased—exhausting—and not worth much of her time, but if it was one thing Azuhel was, it was extremely self-interested.

And it was in her self-interest to keep Caesar alive and whole, much like how she’d kept Atlas from Anya’s wrath. Now, that wouldn’t be all that fair if she didn’t exercise some right over the blood that belonged to her, now would it?

So she did laugh—some wild manic expression of barely repressed fury. She laughed at the fact this male wolf had mistaken her for an absent child. She laughed at the fact that Sarissa, with her rather adorable dramatics, had been shushed. She laughed at Caesar’s attempt to defend herself and the sudden snapping of Atlas.

It’s brief, at least, since she couldn’t laugh at the odd ache in her chest at the idea that she might have been too late to protect her first child from a mauling over a monkey.

She sniffed, Come here. and with an idle motion she’d ask for Sarissa to come forward. She’d take her time. She owned this space and all the meat within it. She decided the punishment for theft from the crown and no one else.

Caesar is lucky she isn’t completely worthless to Azuhel’s cause, she suspects, for had this been some other hapless fool she would not have risked her own dismemberment.

If and once Sarissa slipped forward Azuhel would wrap an arm around her grandchild, it’s a small motion of comfort, but nothing more. If Azuhel believes Caesar struck her or not, she doesn’t much acknowledge it. Instead, she has her gaze upon Atlas, with narrowed eyes and the twisting shadows of her sickness

Which is surely reflected, no doubt.

But for all the anger Atlas found cause to express—for valid reasons, Azuhel felt exasperated to admit-- it was not her place, or necessary, to recite rules and order, the very rules and order Azuhel had crafted from sweat and tears and endless years of effort, to her.

And yet, Caesar was not without fault, that’s for sure.

Oh goodness.

Caesar. It’s lovely to see you. Her voice is a tightly controlled whisper of honey and ire. Somebody is in trouble, I looked for you when the lions took their meat from my good friend, Kotake, And there was work to be done.

There’s one breath, then another, as Azuhel would attempt to gently lift Sarissa’s paw and examine it. It probably wouldn’t do well to coddle the child. Atlas tended to raise her brood with a stronger hand and Azuhel didn’t want for this to become a repeated occurrence, So, Caesar, you must understand that I am not pleased with… this.”

This debacle.

Her desertion.

Then, with a shake of her head she’d turn her gaze to Warsaw for a brief moment, as if in contemplation while pushing Sarissa firmly away from her person and back toward her mother. Can’t have her getting in the way—

Of Azuhel sudden vicious ferocity. She twisted about with the sort of swift experience of the battle-born. She snapped her jaws with a particular force, her aim more or less toward the bulk of meat she knew Caesar’s left shoulder, neck, and chest to meet. The main idea was to startle the girl, to surprise her with a sudden introduction to violent, and anger, as she lunged with bulk and muscle all in the same movement. Snap. Push. Shove. She hopes to drive her wayward child to the ground, to sink saliva slick teeth into the space between shoulder and neck—if she hadn’t managed it on the first drive—and bite hard.

She seeks to eat through fur and skin, to taste the blossoming heat of life, and once she has a firm enough hold she’s going to tug and tug and tug with the sort of abandon only granted to the reckless.

Or hurting.

And yet, while she seeks to maim, she does not want to disable. Once blood blooms red across Caesar’s chest and splatters the earth enough Azuhel would release—so long as no further action took place—granted, with the weight of her body—if she managed to tackle her—upon her daughter she’d hope to minimize any sort of instinctual retaliation like kicking legs and flailing forearms.

Then, as if a switch were flicked, Azuhel will rise with only a muttered—Mommy still loves you.

Obsessively.

So let the pain cleanse away the sins of the corrupt and incurable.

Before she’d turn a bloodied maw to Atlas and Warsaw— This is your older sister. But she no doubt knew that, And yet , she has not learned or earned the right to be Draconius. Take her to the Alchemist, so she doesn’t bleed out in my empire, then to the Heralds, so she learns…”

That Azuhel was not to be crossed.


Naughty kids get the naughty kid wriggler – Caesar is in the pack, serf—assigned to the heralds for rehabilitation.


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Re: homecoming queen. [return/open]
« Reply #14 on: September 08, 2017, 06:22:06 PM »
Immediately, Atlas had shut her down. Sarissa did as she was told, knowing she could have worse injuries later if she was not careful. She only wanted the skulduggery to go accordingly, red eyes burning like hot coals toward Caesar. The girl didn't understand why her grandmother didn't let Atlas tear into this border rat considering she had stolen from the Dragon and seemingly hurt a noble child. Teeth glimmered between black lips as she stalked toward her mother in anger, tempted to jump the gun and attack the rat herself. Azuhel's ire was nothing short of terrifying as Sarissa would come to learn.

Mother gave her side of the story, and although Sarissa wanted to voice what exactly her intentions were for the monkey carcass, she stayed quiet, holding her foot up in display albeit not hurting at all. Azuhel beckoned the child forth, however, the girl doing as she was told and coming closer. She trusted her grandmother, though hesitated once not knowing if she was going to be in trouble. Instead, she was forced into a semi-hug in which the girl leaned into, sighing with force as if exasperated. Look what she did, grandma! Tail curled around her legs as she pressed her head against her grandmother's chest, that ash and blood perfume strong against the delicate fragrance of rose in Sarissa's pelt. The hurt paw was lifted, heart racing as the child smiled within, adrenaline coursing through excited veins.

Azuhel was not pleased.

Sarissa was then pushed toward her mother, and she gladly went and stood by as she just barely escaped the wrath of the Dragon. In one second, a flurry of blood and fur was strewn about the air, eyes widening as Sarissa was astonished by the power in which Azuhel displayed. There was excitement, electricity strung through the atmosphere and although she wanted to laugh, only silence filled her lungs. How Sarissa wanted to bathe in that blood, wanted to roll into the puddle Azuhel made from Caesar's open chest.

Finally, a smile filled her muzzle. Sarissa had done her little plot, had swayed with feigning injury. A notch would be forever scarred into her belt. Ears pinned however as her eyes maneuvered back to her mother. Sarissa would follow Atlas as she had followed her mother along the borders. Father would hear of this.



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No, no, don't let her smile fool
Don't let her eyes confuse
Red lips always lie
Cause her red lips have a filthy prize
That's murder in her paradise

No, no, red lips have a filthy prize
That's murder in her paradise
Played by Gothy
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