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Oleander Yolling [Ninkilim]
« on: August 02, 2017, 03:12:07 PM »
Ashtaroth's tongue swipes her dry-baked nose, and she sniffles in the hot sun. It doesn't seem to bother Ninkilim, arranging their bones upon the hill. Sweet, stupid Ninny. Thinks they're so clever, playing Red and emulating Anamelech. So predictable, that a child of White would pretend to be otherwise. That's a White sort of game, isn't it?

Sometimes Ashtar has to wonder, who is she fooling with these Red leanings? It's a White sort of game, isn't it, pretending to be an Order you're not?

She can't be the only of her sisters to have thought this far ahead. Ninkilim, tail wagging excitedly on the hill, theatrical and vicious. She hasn't seen them fight yet, but, neither have they really seen Ashtar. Her A-A with Feizin was a puppy tussle, meant more to impress mama than hone any sort of combat skill.

She trots up the hill, swiping her nose wet one final time. "Nin'," she calls, just before breaking into a sprint. Anytime-Anywhere; always be ready. Ashtaroth is the least of your enemies.

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Re: Oleander Yolling [Ninkilim]
« Reply #1 on: August 19, 2017, 02:32:42 PM »
Picking up bones was time consuming. But in the end, it was worth the trouble. With their recent appropriations, Ninkilim could craft even more decorations. It’d enlightened their places — a small patch of roses, a small altar alongside a tree. It’d be magnificent! Completely in their bubble, their paws tying together the bony structures, they hummed a wordless melody. Did they pretend? No, not at that age, and not at that sort of thing. Perhaps, in time, they would. For now, Nin’s heart was very genuine in their curiosity about the Red ways, as genuine as their collector fever.

Chinensis was a God all in nuances. Hiding under the pretense of logic, her sharped minded adepts used their skills to twist perceptions, intellect and persuasion always working hand in hand to suggest words into the mind. Paradoxically, perhaps the Red Rosa was more mysterious than her White counterpart. Having such an intense power of imagination, such an intense cortical complexity… Nin’ could see why a fellow believer could find such a path alluring. They could see its value. They wanted in as well, and would knock on her door or tweak the keyhole. For now though, none of this was in motion. But Ninkilim didn’t mind peeping.

Ashtaroth was one of the finer ways to do so. Her longing for the Red to take over White so tragically entertaining, so tragically obvious for the ones who knew how to look. Did it matter, in the end? Well, only the Rosas would know. They were satisfied to witness such a turmoil, regardless. Faith never did come easy, never was without doubt. And, speaking of the devil…

"Nin',"

 The intonation in her voice was gloomy... They lick their maw, leaving their bones alone, and return the solemn greeting.
"Ash’." Their eyes sharp, the sudden movement doesn’t escape their notice. When Ash’ lunges forward, Nin’ goes to her, meeting her up in her jump, ready to snap her teeth against her big sister’s muzzle right in mid-air. The mood had shifted drastically. The intent behind Ninkilim’s bite wasn’t lethal, but it was real and vicious. If Ashtaroth wanted to fight, so be it. Hesitation never did have a place in their hearts.



❝ ROSA VERMIGLIA SE’, PIANTATA IN ORTO, ❞

(you are a red rose planted in an orchard,)


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Re: Oleander Yolling [Ninkilim]
« Reply #2 on: August 19, 2017, 04:11:46 PM »
They fight back. Good. If Ashtaroth had been met with anything cowardly, she would have gutted the child there. They are children, after all; she knows as much. So bright of mind, but teeth still too blunt to break skin. It's just a game-- but if Ninkilim is as intelligent as their sister thinks, they will see the intention. The siblings are playing for keeps: the right to each others' respect. There will be no failures in this litter; Ninny will understand.

Ninkilim snaps, and Ashtaroth returns in kind, left paw swiping for their face as she unlocks from the forepaw tussle. Keep all four on the ground, coil all the power you can. Brown eyes bore into Nin's mismatched irises, in the hopes they understand. We can help each other, you know.

The slightest narrowing. Show me.

She swipes a paw at Ninkilim's precious face, a distraction for the snap of jaws at her leg. She's still too young for the hold to be dangerous, but tight, certainly. She doesn't intend to release for anything less than threat of concussion. If they swing to take hold of Ashtar in turn, she sidesteps, spinning them 'round like a two-person tail chase.

Anytime-Anywhere isn't meant to draw blood, but what puppy teeth lack in depth, they are extraordinarily sharp. Ash doesn't want to hurt her sister. Whether Ninkilim feels the same, is another story.

It's a demonstration more than anything; it looks like a fight. What's the point of attacking if you're not aimed to kill? No, they are here not for a touch of excitement, or impressing the elders. This is between the sisters. This is an example.

There will be no failures in this litter.