Post by Feros on Jul 9, 2010 6:17:17 GMT
Auwryn. Female would land 'pon the nearest tree, lack of foliage allowing a rather easier landing than was the norm. Twisting Capitulum, heavy, wise gaze would scan horizons for other life. Female was wary. She'd passed close to the Bloodlands. Even if for a moment, such was to be a riskful business. Memories of years passed flashed. The Weyuri had long since ceased their assailants upon the Feyuri, yet many were still of such distolerance to other species. Spotting no other presence, Female would calm slightly. Feyur hath no tolerance for such a lack of interaction between species. My apologies, Mother Fey. Twisting, Female would place back to large trunk, wings folding as she prepared for sleep. Another long day of travelling had certainly taken it's toll. Even with prey returning to Imbrogli, 'Twas a long journey for food, and days could pass without the slightest notice. Gaze to the North, female would watch the Great Left Eye of Seyur slowly close under the horizon, Right eye appearing in the briefest of moments. Night was of malevolence indeed. Thy Children shall be on the hunt tonight, Weyur. Lids closing over eyes, hypnotic gaze would cease it's reign as form grew heavy, mind entering the Dreamrealm.
Lacera Daggersbane wasn't entirely sure why she had left the safety of her peoples temple. Out here, though still partially within Weyuri territory, she was more likely to be attacked than anywhere else. Tensions were still heavy and taut like the string on her bow; she was not welcome outside pack lands. But even with this in mind, she chose exploration and hunting over the constant buzz and hustle on temple land. Everyone needed to escape every now and again, and she was just the same. So with bow raised, arrow nocked and lowered, she pushed the tip of the head through the brush before her. Safety was foremost, and so she practiced it by peering through the relatively small break she had formed. Although hardly noticeable, she had the perfect vantage point and could see the majority of what lay beyond her current hide. A poisonous mushroom, a tree stump that had been created when she cut it down for her carving, a log, and, Well, that was curious. Tilting her head, she peered at the Feyur perched in another tree, its beak lowered and eyes closed. Resting, perhaps? Blinking and tilting her head, she watched it carefully and hoped not to disturb it. Though she had some contempt for the majority of Feyuri, she didn't want to outright start an unneeded fight, especially in the middle of the night. Albeit strong, no one would be able to come to her aid. So she chose to watch instead of act, ears swiveling back every time the restless feet of a Jachalope disturbed the grasses around them.
Auwryn. Sleep was light, and most often short. Ears would swivel in instinct to sounds made, even of such miniscule magnitude. Lids snapping open, gaze wuld flare back to life, yet, capitulum daredn't stir. Eyes moved frantically, searching for it's source. 'Twas a most difficulty in spotting, and, had it not been for such keen Feyur vision, and her experience in stealth and hunting, Female would not have noticed. A pure, slender Alabaster form loomed silently within brush. Capitulum still as death, heavy, forbearing gaze would continue to scan the entity. Albino, likely. Form of a Weyur, yet with wings. A hybrid, most probably, of basic knowledge of Weyuri. Female. This female reeked of dominance. She was of high stature indeed. Most Weyuri do not take kindly to such outbreeding. They relish indifference. Capitulum tilting, following gaze, Female would at last speak. "Thou shoult reveal thyself, Weyur." Wise mind took in seemingly hidden details of the concealed female. "You stray far from your territories, and do not hold such a hunting position. One of such love for the mystical wilderness is rare in your species." Female was not fearful of the Weyur, yet admired their courage and respected their capabilities. Even with tensions so high between the three races, she'd relax a little. "What is your demeanour, Weyur?"
Lacera Daggersbane's fur stood when she first noticed the slightest change in the Feyur's breathing pattern. It had gone from rest to full awareness, proven when it spoke directly to her. How had it seen her amongst the brush and in the darkness no less? She had never met one so capable as this one, so she chose to be even more cautious. After all, with her luck the Feyur would turn out to be less hospitable than its-no, her-tone implied. She had met a few that took this disposition after all, even though they had met a swift death. "I don't quite understand that myself," she murmured, rising from the grass and setting her arrow back within its quiver. Fortunate for them both she had chosen hospitality as the tip had been coated in the poisonous acid of a Seyuri's stomach. "As this is land we all share, we may as well learn more of it." Her sable, scaled tail twitched behind her, partially restless before calming and seating itself around her hips. The tip toyed with the strings of her pouch. "I wouldn't necessarily say friendly, but I wouldn't say vicious and bent on death either." Pupiless crimson eyes flicked to the Feyur's wings and the end of her tail, noting the barbs that often felled many a Wylv, if not a Weyur amongst them. "Neutral would be a fitting statement. It all depends on how you treat me."
Auwryn. Female would observe as the Weyur took a more relaxed disposition. Full wingspan revealed as she'd glide with the utmost grace from her perch. Soft thud as feet collided with earth, feathers would ruffle, moving back to their former position. A soft wander t'ward the female to observe more closely; Gaze befalling 'pon the wings that spawned from the Weyur's back. A most beautiful thing to belay gaze upon indeed. Purest of Alabasters adorned most pristine feathering, trimmed with the most deepest crimsons; as if Feyur herself had blessed the Weyur with their creation. "Thy wings do indeed show me in the presence of such noble hybridity! It is honourable to belay upon the appendages of Feyur herself." Capitulum bowing in such respect. The Weyur female was of mixed blood indeed, obsidian scales adorning the Nosebridge and lower half. "Bred of the Winged Serpents. Nobility indeed. Thou hath been blessed with the blood of such noble races. Feyur smite those that do not appreciate such Regality. Tell me, what is your name, blood of such purity shoult not be unknown to Auwryn." Female was intruigued by this new, purer-blooded Weyur female.
Lacera Daggersbane was taken aback by her commentary. Her, pure and of noble birth? She would have given a hearty laugh if not shocked into silence. This Feyur must have been heavily mistaken in her assumptions and compliments. No one would have ever said such a thing to her, let alone a Feyuri. "I dare say you're terribly misguided. I am not of regal birth or nobility. I'm a half breed, despised throughout the lands, especially by the Feyuri." Though confusion still masked her muzzle and her eyes glittered with both pride and disdain from the respects that had been showered upon her, she chose to take the path she always had. What the other Weyuri had convinced her of. "I do thank you, however. Don't get me wrong on that front." Not entirely sure what else to say, she was tempted to turn and take her leave. Surely this Auwryn, apparently, jested and toyed with her; possibly even wished to lull her into a false sense of peace. Whatever it was she didn't dare to take part of it. But she did give pause when asked for her name. It was surprising she didn't know who she was. "I'm Lacera; current Lupa of the Chaos Pack."
Auwryn. Female would recoil slightly. This Weyur had known only despair for her hybridity. Returning to a relaxed position, intentful reply would be emitted. "Lacera of Chaos. This one doth hear of your endeavours. You hold the rank of such nobility, yet your mind rages with a storm of Falsities." Capitulum would move closer to the Alabaster female. She intended on showing the female truth. "Gaze unto these eyes. The windows, of which do peer into my very soul. Does this soul speak of falsities, as all others doth?" True gaze would be revealed for the briefest of moments. Such a sight was a rarity indeed. Female often concealed herself within the walls of her mind, yet now, she showed her very soul, true entity so far from the safe reaches of the mind that one could almost steal it and consume it for their own. "Doth this soul truly lie, Lacera Daggersbane?"
Lacera Daggersbane's first and foremost reaction was to recoil. What was this creature trying to lure her into? If not death by various Feyuri, was she seeking to steal from her what she held close to her heart? She could give that she had been lied to on various degrees, but seeing this truth in Auwryn's eyes only made her shudder. So she chose to stand down and turn her gaze away, see anything other than what she had been shown. "I-" She felt powerless and it disgusted her; this fear that raged through her. So she chose to turn it to anger, give herself strength. She wouldn't lull herself into a false sense of superiority as this Feyur sought to do. After all, what had it done to the once great Quickslay and Xyu? "You may not think it is a lie, but I have been taught to know better than this; to understand what I am and that I am inherently of low standing. I am not above the Weyuri or anything else. I'm the runt and always will be." A fair snarl took her voice, though beneath it she quivered.
Auwryn. Female would turn gaze away, concealing self once more. This one has been under a most unruly oppression. She hides from the truth, perhaps because of fear. False gaze returning, such would belay upon the Weyur female once more. She'd have to tread carefully; an angered Weyur is a most dangerous foe. Gentle, calming voice would ensue. "Thou hath only known such sorrow. You are born of the Winged Serpents, they whom sit 'pon the lap of Feyur herself. Others know nothing of such exalted breeds! Thou doth ne'er let such opinions be thy hinderances! You fear yourself, and hide from your own pride! Do not think yourself lower than your subordinates; such is dangerous for one of your stature!" Female was courageous even speaking to an angered Weyur, but she need not fear the female. The Weyur was powerful, yet fearful of her own being. "If thou lets the opinions of others rule thyself, then thee is as much a leader to them as a Jachalope is a hunter!"
Lacera Daggersbane snapped her jaws shut, breath hissing out between her teeth. How dare she insult her in such a manner! Scaled hands seated themselves upon the hilt of the daggers resting on her hips, tied into the strings that held her loincloth to her waist. Though fury had begun to cloud her mind as it did with every other Weyur, she still held enough higher thinking to keep her blades sheathed and her entire body from trembling. "If I was so great," she snarled, elongated fangs bared as her lips drew back and caused her muzzle to wrinkle. "If these winged serpents you refer to truly did sit on Feyur's lap and were of such importance, then why-" She paused, biting back threatening tears. "Why didn't your almighty god protect what you say was so dear to her?" Unknowingly she had clenched her free hand into a tight fist, claws digging into the padding on the underside of her palm. If it had been against flesh, blood would have been drawn. Taking a breath of air, she allowed it to surge through her body and give her strength as she stood against this Feyur. Though what she spoke had been a defining moment in her life, it was not the only thing that made her bitter and angry towards her. Auwryn knew so much of Lacera, yet at the same time she knew absolutely nothing about her. She flaunted this and it terrified her. But she wouldn't allow that terror to rule, nor the anger; she would turn away and pretend this had never occurred when time allowed.
Auwryn. Capitulum would tilt t'ward earth. Daggers would not pierce her. No, words were the weapon. The Weyur female would stab at a flaw in her memory. Depression hit like a wave at full-fury. Bitterness would build up against the tongue. Soft, quiet and mournful words would leave maw after a moment's silence. "For the same reason that she did not protect my parents from those Weyur invaders." Lids would close over eyes, deep breath for a moment's pause more, before adding. "Because the gods, are selfish, Lacera. They have turned their backs on their children. Why do they no longer wander with us? Because... They've lost hope in their children." Large wings would generate currents as female perched back 'pon the tree, gaze turning back onto the Weyur female. "Do not confuse the gods' lack of intervenance with weakness, Lacera. You are not weak, and thou shoult not let others believe so."
Lacera Daggersbane felt a brief sadness wash over her when she heard of the fate of Auwryn's own family. So the Weyuri had stolen both her and Auwryn's family. How bitterly ironic that they seemed to be the stem of evil and disgust; of rage and fear in everyone and everything. Why did they choose to disrupt life like this, turn everyone against one another and steal all importance from everyone's lives? But as these thoughts circled through her mind and preyed on one another, she turned her face away and took her hands away from her daggers. Instead she chose her bow as her weapon, backing further away from the winged creature. Quickly she nocked a poison tipped arrow and directed the point toward the Feyur's chest. "Whatever your reason for all of this is, to mock or insult me, to bring down my guard@ I'm sick of it." Crimson eyes narrowed and she took another step back. "We've only met and I'm already tired of your voice." panted and her hands shook, arrow briefly going off target before returning. "It isn't that they've lost hope in us. They were never here to begin with. We were formed from Chaos without this divine intervention and we live on in our futile existence. It is a bitter life that we all must accept! Even the Feyuri."
Auwryn. Female would belay gaze 'pon the arrow that the Weyur had nocked in her direction. Sigh would emit, simple words ensuing. Jumping once more from her perch, female would wander up to the larger Weyur, pushing the weapon out of the way. Both so close that breathing could be felt. Wrapping wings around the pair, female would not speak, but portray her emotion through action. The Weyur was in fear and true emotional pain, and she knew, that at this point, no words could calm down the shaken Albino. A minute or two of silence, and she'd unfold her embrace. Simple words would emit. "Come with me. I wish to show you something I hold dear." Female would take to the skies, soaring northward, following the river. If the Alabaster albino did so choose to ensue, she'd look back, gaze belaying 'pon her in a simple thankyou, flying in silence. Once she'd reach the location, she'd stop. The Lake was where she'd land; Near river's edge, by a tree looking 'pon the islands and the moonlight. "I used to come here. The sight of the lake always calmed the storm of my mind. It still does, especially when thoughts turn to my heritage." If such were to play out, female would wrap left wing around the other, enjoying the view in silence for a while.
Lacera Daggersbane had fully expected for Auwryn to retaliate and attack her, knock away her weapons, press a clawed talon against her throat and end her life. Any other Feyur would have done exactly that, especially with how she had suddenly turned against her. Instead she pushed her bow out of the way-so easily no less-and wrapped her wings around her. The suddenness of it all caused her to become still, muscles tense, her entire body ready to fight or run if the need was called upon. But it never came, and was instead greeted by an oddly lulling sense of peace. She frowned and looked up at the Feyur briefly, curious as to how she had known how to calm her. Before only false words had been spoken; now physical acts of comfort had been proposed. Swallowing, it took her a moment to understand what had been asked. However, when she did, she did not follow by air. Instead she partially unfurled her wings and fell onto the pads of her hands, shifting onto all fours. Then she launched herself into the darkness, glancing up every now and again to keep track of Auwryn's trajectory. Wherever it was she didn't have a clue; at least, not until she landed by the lake, it's clear, glittering waters greeting them without prejudice or hatred. It simply flowed and remained as it always had been. "You're such a sentimentalist," she whispered under breath, watching as pebbles were pulled along with the current. Whether her comment was directed to Auwryn or herself she didn't honestly know. "Why would you show me such a place like this?" Her voice had given way to caution with a slight hint of anger, rather than the full fury she had felt before. "How would this help you?" Though she enjoyed it herself, she still wondered and asked what came to her mind. There was so much peace and tranquility that it unnerved her. There had always been chaos fueled by rage, a constant -need- to be better, stronger, faster, more intelligent than everyone and everything. To mark their place on the world and make it home to no one but themselves, keep it all in their greedy paws and turn it into.. She stifled a gasp and shook her head, suddenly realizing the Feyur's wing had curled around her once more. Quickly she backpedaled, stumbling backwards and around the feathered appendage. And then falling-so quickly, so suddenly. Landing with a dull thud, she stared up at the sky, tears freely slipping from her eyes and trailing down her furred face. Goddess, what had they done?
Auwryn. Female would sigh, smiling a little. Such a smile faded when a question was aimed at her. Capitulum tilting t'ward her, she'd reply. "There has been too much war, Lacera. Destruction, Prejudice, Sin. This is the only place I can think of where there is no such of these. It's so inviting. The lake does not judge you. It does not fight you back because of who you are. It simply embraces you with it's beauty..." After wrapping a wing and feeling the full weight of the Weyur Albino 'pon her, then it was gone. The female had fallen into tears. Wrapping a wing around the back of her skull, female would support the Weyur's head, cooing gently to ease the tears, much like a mother would it's child. "Do not cry, young child. Do not blame yourself for what your species has done. It was the work of your predecessors. It is not your fault."
Lacera Daggersbane gave off a bitter laugh from the Feyur's statement, a mocking grin masking her muzzle. However, this wasn't directed toward Auwryn but herself. "My species," she choked out, closing her eyes and releasing a pent up breath. "You say it isn't my fault, but I could have tried and turn Xyu away from her tyrannical reign. I was the Geri, the third in command. I even crafted the weapons and armor we wore into battle, created the tools that would advance our species to -this-. And what good has that done?" Grinding her teeth, she shook her mane and opened her eyes, tilting her head enough to look at the one beside her. Already that comforting wing had enveloped her once more. This creature was far too understanding to be of the mortal coil. None the less, she took solace. "I could have stopped them, stood up. But I went with everyone else. And that lead to the war, driving everyone into an insidious hole that they couldn't escape." Sighing, she sat up and rubbed her shoulder, a slight pain emitting from the point that had hit the ground. "If I hadn't forged what I had, the Weyuri would still only be contemplating war and your family would never have been slaughtered. And neither would have mine..."
Auwryn. Female would sigh once more. The Weyur Albino was likely one to fight fate itsself. Speaking, wings closing tighter in a clear sign of further comfort. "You blame yourself for the death of others. You forged your weapons and armour for advancement, not war. Although such is true that you could have stopped them, it was not you whom drew the blood of those slaughtered. It was not you whom stained the earth with chaos. It was not you whom drove a sword through my mother's heart. It was the others." Gaze up t'ward the sky, female would throw a question at the heavens. "Mother, Father. Give her the strength to free her mind from the malice of loathing and guilt. She does not deserve to be tortured with such malevolence. Lacera has suffered enough for the sins of her species, let her go!" A moment's silence, the Weyur's tears having streamed onto her pristine feathers.
Lacera Daggersbane paid close to attention to what she spoke. While they did ring true to her ears and heart, she couldn't bring herself to accept it; not yet. But she wouldn't voice this and dared not tread further down the path they had gone down. Enough had been whispered amongst the trees and lake to last her several lifetimes over. "I never thought I would say this," she murmured, eyes heavily lidded as she watched the sky darken. "But I thank you." Maw parted to allow a deep intake of breath before she lulled herself into a peaceful stupor, Auwryn's last words echoing and bouncing inside of her brain. Perhaps they would come later to mean something deeper. But for now they merely influenced her dreams.
Auwryn. Female would smile as the Weyur Albino female slept with peace. silent words of thanks would be stated to the skies and the spirits, placing wing further under to support the skull more. Laying, female would yawn silently. 'Twas midnight, and even the wisest needed their sleep. Closing lids over eyes, small intake of air would be ensued by calm, steady breathing. All seemed at peace as she entered the realm of the Dreamers and Spirits. Dreams of parents and happy memories would follow. Smiling in sleep, female would curl right wing over the pair in unconscious maternal instinct, providing a blanket for the pair to ward off the cold. None dared disturb the peaceful, slumbering pair.
Lacera Daggersbane wasn't entirely sure why she had left the safety of her peoples temple. Out here, though still partially within Weyuri territory, she was more likely to be attacked than anywhere else. Tensions were still heavy and taut like the string on her bow; she was not welcome outside pack lands. But even with this in mind, she chose exploration and hunting over the constant buzz and hustle on temple land. Everyone needed to escape every now and again, and she was just the same. So with bow raised, arrow nocked and lowered, she pushed the tip of the head through the brush before her. Safety was foremost, and so she practiced it by peering through the relatively small break she had formed. Although hardly noticeable, she had the perfect vantage point and could see the majority of what lay beyond her current hide. A poisonous mushroom, a tree stump that had been created when she cut it down for her carving, a log, and, Well, that was curious. Tilting her head, she peered at the Feyur perched in another tree, its beak lowered and eyes closed. Resting, perhaps? Blinking and tilting her head, she watched it carefully and hoped not to disturb it. Though she had some contempt for the majority of Feyuri, she didn't want to outright start an unneeded fight, especially in the middle of the night. Albeit strong, no one would be able to come to her aid. So she chose to watch instead of act, ears swiveling back every time the restless feet of a Jachalope disturbed the grasses around them.
Auwryn. Sleep was light, and most often short. Ears would swivel in instinct to sounds made, even of such miniscule magnitude. Lids snapping open, gaze wuld flare back to life, yet, capitulum daredn't stir. Eyes moved frantically, searching for it's source. 'Twas a most difficulty in spotting, and, had it not been for such keen Feyur vision, and her experience in stealth and hunting, Female would not have noticed. A pure, slender Alabaster form loomed silently within brush. Capitulum still as death, heavy, forbearing gaze would continue to scan the entity. Albino, likely. Form of a Weyur, yet with wings. A hybrid, most probably, of basic knowledge of Weyuri. Female. This female reeked of dominance. She was of high stature indeed. Most Weyuri do not take kindly to such outbreeding. They relish indifference. Capitulum tilting, following gaze, Female would at last speak. "Thou shoult reveal thyself, Weyur." Wise mind took in seemingly hidden details of the concealed female. "You stray far from your territories, and do not hold such a hunting position. One of such love for the mystical wilderness is rare in your species." Female was not fearful of the Weyur, yet admired their courage and respected their capabilities. Even with tensions so high between the three races, she'd relax a little. "What is your demeanour, Weyur?"
Lacera Daggersbane's fur stood when she first noticed the slightest change in the Feyur's breathing pattern. It had gone from rest to full awareness, proven when it spoke directly to her. How had it seen her amongst the brush and in the darkness no less? She had never met one so capable as this one, so she chose to be even more cautious. After all, with her luck the Feyur would turn out to be less hospitable than its-no, her-tone implied. She had met a few that took this disposition after all, even though they had met a swift death. "I don't quite understand that myself," she murmured, rising from the grass and setting her arrow back within its quiver. Fortunate for them both she had chosen hospitality as the tip had been coated in the poisonous acid of a Seyuri's stomach. "As this is land we all share, we may as well learn more of it." Her sable, scaled tail twitched behind her, partially restless before calming and seating itself around her hips. The tip toyed with the strings of her pouch. "I wouldn't necessarily say friendly, but I wouldn't say vicious and bent on death either." Pupiless crimson eyes flicked to the Feyur's wings and the end of her tail, noting the barbs that often felled many a Wylv, if not a Weyur amongst them. "Neutral would be a fitting statement. It all depends on how you treat me."
Auwryn. Female would observe as the Weyur took a more relaxed disposition. Full wingspan revealed as she'd glide with the utmost grace from her perch. Soft thud as feet collided with earth, feathers would ruffle, moving back to their former position. A soft wander t'ward the female to observe more closely; Gaze befalling 'pon the wings that spawned from the Weyur's back. A most beautiful thing to belay gaze upon indeed. Purest of Alabasters adorned most pristine feathering, trimmed with the most deepest crimsons; as if Feyur herself had blessed the Weyur with their creation. "Thy wings do indeed show me in the presence of such noble hybridity! It is honourable to belay upon the appendages of Feyur herself." Capitulum bowing in such respect. The Weyur female was of mixed blood indeed, obsidian scales adorning the Nosebridge and lower half. "Bred of the Winged Serpents. Nobility indeed. Thou hath been blessed with the blood of such noble races. Feyur smite those that do not appreciate such Regality. Tell me, what is your name, blood of such purity shoult not be unknown to Auwryn." Female was intruigued by this new, purer-blooded Weyur female.
Lacera Daggersbane was taken aback by her commentary. Her, pure and of noble birth? She would have given a hearty laugh if not shocked into silence. This Feyur must have been heavily mistaken in her assumptions and compliments. No one would have ever said such a thing to her, let alone a Feyuri. "I dare say you're terribly misguided. I am not of regal birth or nobility. I'm a half breed, despised throughout the lands, especially by the Feyuri." Though confusion still masked her muzzle and her eyes glittered with both pride and disdain from the respects that had been showered upon her, she chose to take the path she always had. What the other Weyuri had convinced her of. "I do thank you, however. Don't get me wrong on that front." Not entirely sure what else to say, she was tempted to turn and take her leave. Surely this Auwryn, apparently, jested and toyed with her; possibly even wished to lull her into a false sense of peace. Whatever it was she didn't dare to take part of it. But she did give pause when asked for her name. It was surprising she didn't know who she was. "I'm Lacera; current Lupa of the Chaos Pack."
Auwryn. Female would recoil slightly. This Weyur had known only despair for her hybridity. Returning to a relaxed position, intentful reply would be emitted. "Lacera of Chaos. This one doth hear of your endeavours. You hold the rank of such nobility, yet your mind rages with a storm of Falsities." Capitulum would move closer to the Alabaster female. She intended on showing the female truth. "Gaze unto these eyes. The windows, of which do peer into my very soul. Does this soul speak of falsities, as all others doth?" True gaze would be revealed for the briefest of moments. Such a sight was a rarity indeed. Female often concealed herself within the walls of her mind, yet now, she showed her very soul, true entity so far from the safe reaches of the mind that one could almost steal it and consume it for their own. "Doth this soul truly lie, Lacera Daggersbane?"
Lacera Daggersbane's first and foremost reaction was to recoil. What was this creature trying to lure her into? If not death by various Feyuri, was she seeking to steal from her what she held close to her heart? She could give that she had been lied to on various degrees, but seeing this truth in Auwryn's eyes only made her shudder. So she chose to stand down and turn her gaze away, see anything other than what she had been shown. "I-" She felt powerless and it disgusted her; this fear that raged through her. So she chose to turn it to anger, give herself strength. She wouldn't lull herself into a false sense of superiority as this Feyur sought to do. After all, what had it done to the once great Quickslay and Xyu? "You may not think it is a lie, but I have been taught to know better than this; to understand what I am and that I am inherently of low standing. I am not above the Weyuri or anything else. I'm the runt and always will be." A fair snarl took her voice, though beneath it she quivered.
Auwryn. Female would turn gaze away, concealing self once more. This one has been under a most unruly oppression. She hides from the truth, perhaps because of fear. False gaze returning, such would belay upon the Weyur female once more. She'd have to tread carefully; an angered Weyur is a most dangerous foe. Gentle, calming voice would ensue. "Thou hath only known such sorrow. You are born of the Winged Serpents, they whom sit 'pon the lap of Feyur herself. Others know nothing of such exalted breeds! Thou doth ne'er let such opinions be thy hinderances! You fear yourself, and hide from your own pride! Do not think yourself lower than your subordinates; such is dangerous for one of your stature!" Female was courageous even speaking to an angered Weyur, but she need not fear the female. The Weyur was powerful, yet fearful of her own being. "If thou lets the opinions of others rule thyself, then thee is as much a leader to them as a Jachalope is a hunter!"
Lacera Daggersbane snapped her jaws shut, breath hissing out between her teeth. How dare she insult her in such a manner! Scaled hands seated themselves upon the hilt of the daggers resting on her hips, tied into the strings that held her loincloth to her waist. Though fury had begun to cloud her mind as it did with every other Weyur, she still held enough higher thinking to keep her blades sheathed and her entire body from trembling. "If I was so great," she snarled, elongated fangs bared as her lips drew back and caused her muzzle to wrinkle. "If these winged serpents you refer to truly did sit on Feyur's lap and were of such importance, then why-" She paused, biting back threatening tears. "Why didn't your almighty god protect what you say was so dear to her?" Unknowingly she had clenched her free hand into a tight fist, claws digging into the padding on the underside of her palm. If it had been against flesh, blood would have been drawn. Taking a breath of air, she allowed it to surge through her body and give her strength as she stood against this Feyur. Though what she spoke had been a defining moment in her life, it was not the only thing that made her bitter and angry towards her. Auwryn knew so much of Lacera, yet at the same time she knew absolutely nothing about her. She flaunted this and it terrified her. But she wouldn't allow that terror to rule, nor the anger; she would turn away and pretend this had never occurred when time allowed.
Auwryn. Capitulum would tilt t'ward earth. Daggers would not pierce her. No, words were the weapon. The Weyur female would stab at a flaw in her memory. Depression hit like a wave at full-fury. Bitterness would build up against the tongue. Soft, quiet and mournful words would leave maw after a moment's silence. "For the same reason that she did not protect my parents from those Weyur invaders." Lids would close over eyes, deep breath for a moment's pause more, before adding. "Because the gods, are selfish, Lacera. They have turned their backs on their children. Why do they no longer wander with us? Because... They've lost hope in their children." Large wings would generate currents as female perched back 'pon the tree, gaze turning back onto the Weyur female. "Do not confuse the gods' lack of intervenance with weakness, Lacera. You are not weak, and thou shoult not let others believe so."
Lacera Daggersbane felt a brief sadness wash over her when she heard of the fate of Auwryn's own family. So the Weyuri had stolen both her and Auwryn's family. How bitterly ironic that they seemed to be the stem of evil and disgust; of rage and fear in everyone and everything. Why did they choose to disrupt life like this, turn everyone against one another and steal all importance from everyone's lives? But as these thoughts circled through her mind and preyed on one another, she turned her face away and took her hands away from her daggers. Instead she chose her bow as her weapon, backing further away from the winged creature. Quickly she nocked a poison tipped arrow and directed the point toward the Feyur's chest. "Whatever your reason for all of this is, to mock or insult me, to bring down my guard@ I'm sick of it." Crimson eyes narrowed and she took another step back. "We've only met and I'm already tired of your voice." panted and her hands shook, arrow briefly going off target before returning. "It isn't that they've lost hope in us. They were never here to begin with. We were formed from Chaos without this divine intervention and we live on in our futile existence. It is a bitter life that we all must accept! Even the Feyuri."
Auwryn. Female would belay gaze 'pon the arrow that the Weyur had nocked in her direction. Sigh would emit, simple words ensuing. Jumping once more from her perch, female would wander up to the larger Weyur, pushing the weapon out of the way. Both so close that breathing could be felt. Wrapping wings around the pair, female would not speak, but portray her emotion through action. The Weyur was in fear and true emotional pain, and she knew, that at this point, no words could calm down the shaken Albino. A minute or two of silence, and she'd unfold her embrace. Simple words would emit. "Come with me. I wish to show you something I hold dear." Female would take to the skies, soaring northward, following the river. If the Alabaster albino did so choose to ensue, she'd look back, gaze belaying 'pon her in a simple thankyou, flying in silence. Once she'd reach the location, she'd stop. The Lake was where she'd land; Near river's edge, by a tree looking 'pon the islands and the moonlight. "I used to come here. The sight of the lake always calmed the storm of my mind. It still does, especially when thoughts turn to my heritage." If such were to play out, female would wrap left wing around the other, enjoying the view in silence for a while.
Lacera Daggersbane had fully expected for Auwryn to retaliate and attack her, knock away her weapons, press a clawed talon against her throat and end her life. Any other Feyur would have done exactly that, especially with how she had suddenly turned against her. Instead she pushed her bow out of the way-so easily no less-and wrapped her wings around her. The suddenness of it all caused her to become still, muscles tense, her entire body ready to fight or run if the need was called upon. But it never came, and was instead greeted by an oddly lulling sense of peace. She frowned and looked up at the Feyur briefly, curious as to how she had known how to calm her. Before only false words had been spoken; now physical acts of comfort had been proposed. Swallowing, it took her a moment to understand what had been asked. However, when she did, she did not follow by air. Instead she partially unfurled her wings and fell onto the pads of her hands, shifting onto all fours. Then she launched herself into the darkness, glancing up every now and again to keep track of Auwryn's trajectory. Wherever it was she didn't have a clue; at least, not until she landed by the lake, it's clear, glittering waters greeting them without prejudice or hatred. It simply flowed and remained as it always had been. "You're such a sentimentalist," she whispered under breath, watching as pebbles were pulled along with the current. Whether her comment was directed to Auwryn or herself she didn't honestly know. "Why would you show me such a place like this?" Her voice had given way to caution with a slight hint of anger, rather than the full fury she had felt before. "How would this help you?" Though she enjoyed it herself, she still wondered and asked what came to her mind. There was so much peace and tranquility that it unnerved her. There had always been chaos fueled by rage, a constant -need- to be better, stronger, faster, more intelligent than everyone and everything. To mark their place on the world and make it home to no one but themselves, keep it all in their greedy paws and turn it into.. She stifled a gasp and shook her head, suddenly realizing the Feyur's wing had curled around her once more. Quickly she backpedaled, stumbling backwards and around the feathered appendage. And then falling-so quickly, so suddenly. Landing with a dull thud, she stared up at the sky, tears freely slipping from her eyes and trailing down her furred face. Goddess, what had they done?
Auwryn. Female would sigh, smiling a little. Such a smile faded when a question was aimed at her. Capitulum tilting t'ward her, she'd reply. "There has been too much war, Lacera. Destruction, Prejudice, Sin. This is the only place I can think of where there is no such of these. It's so inviting. The lake does not judge you. It does not fight you back because of who you are. It simply embraces you with it's beauty..." After wrapping a wing and feeling the full weight of the Weyur Albino 'pon her, then it was gone. The female had fallen into tears. Wrapping a wing around the back of her skull, female would support the Weyur's head, cooing gently to ease the tears, much like a mother would it's child. "Do not cry, young child. Do not blame yourself for what your species has done. It was the work of your predecessors. It is not your fault."
Lacera Daggersbane gave off a bitter laugh from the Feyur's statement, a mocking grin masking her muzzle. However, this wasn't directed toward Auwryn but herself. "My species," she choked out, closing her eyes and releasing a pent up breath. "You say it isn't my fault, but I could have tried and turn Xyu away from her tyrannical reign. I was the Geri, the third in command. I even crafted the weapons and armor we wore into battle, created the tools that would advance our species to -this-. And what good has that done?" Grinding her teeth, she shook her mane and opened her eyes, tilting her head enough to look at the one beside her. Already that comforting wing had enveloped her once more. This creature was far too understanding to be of the mortal coil. None the less, she took solace. "I could have stopped them, stood up. But I went with everyone else. And that lead to the war, driving everyone into an insidious hole that they couldn't escape." Sighing, she sat up and rubbed her shoulder, a slight pain emitting from the point that had hit the ground. "If I hadn't forged what I had, the Weyuri would still only be contemplating war and your family would never have been slaughtered. And neither would have mine..."
Auwryn. Female would sigh once more. The Weyur Albino was likely one to fight fate itsself. Speaking, wings closing tighter in a clear sign of further comfort. "You blame yourself for the death of others. You forged your weapons and armour for advancement, not war. Although such is true that you could have stopped them, it was not you whom drew the blood of those slaughtered. It was not you whom stained the earth with chaos. It was not you whom drove a sword through my mother's heart. It was the others." Gaze up t'ward the sky, female would throw a question at the heavens. "Mother, Father. Give her the strength to free her mind from the malice of loathing and guilt. She does not deserve to be tortured with such malevolence. Lacera has suffered enough for the sins of her species, let her go!" A moment's silence, the Weyur's tears having streamed onto her pristine feathers.
Lacera Daggersbane paid close to attention to what she spoke. While they did ring true to her ears and heart, she couldn't bring herself to accept it; not yet. But she wouldn't voice this and dared not tread further down the path they had gone down. Enough had been whispered amongst the trees and lake to last her several lifetimes over. "I never thought I would say this," she murmured, eyes heavily lidded as she watched the sky darken. "But I thank you." Maw parted to allow a deep intake of breath before she lulled herself into a peaceful stupor, Auwryn's last words echoing and bouncing inside of her brain. Perhaps they would come later to mean something deeper. But for now they merely influenced her dreams.
Auwryn. Female would smile as the Weyur Albino female slept with peace. silent words of thanks would be stated to the skies and the spirits, placing wing further under to support the skull more. Laying, female would yawn silently. 'Twas midnight, and even the wisest needed their sleep. Closing lids over eyes, small intake of air would be ensued by calm, steady breathing. All seemed at peace as she entered the realm of the Dreamers and Spirits. Dreams of parents and happy memories would follow. Smiling in sleep, female would curl right wing over the pair in unconscious maternal instinct, providing a blanket for the pair to ward off the cold. None dared disturb the peaceful, slumbering pair.