Post by Feros on Jul 27, 2010 8:37:56 GMT
Auwryn. Female would fly hard and fast, Arrow and bow in left hand. Thoughts turned to yesterday, as mind filled with regret for what she was about to do. Shaking it off, she'd continue. Lacera had upset her, and she wanted partial revenge. That, and the fact that it'd be a place to keep the Arrow until she felt ready. Spotting the female, she'd bring in low, keeping out of sight in some nearby trees. Holding Bow in one hand, female would Nock the arrow, and pull tight 'pon the string with the other. It was a quickly made bow, but was a mastery of craftsmanship in it's own right. Taking aim, female would intend to fire at the tree to the female's right, intentionally missing her by a fraction. If such was successful, Arrow would zoom past the Albino's ear, taking a few Alabaster follicles with them, before burying deep into the tree with a loud thud. Female would then speak, flying higher, before starting to take off, finding a hiding place in a nearby tree from which she could observe the female. "When thou be-eth ready, and only then, Lacera Daggersbane."
Lacera Daggersbane chewed on the end of the tool she was using to carve out the eyes on the final sculpture, the one she made in her own image of when she had been a mere pup. The other three were carefully wrapped in her tail, the spines providing a place for them to rest against if they became unstable. Hunching over, she lifted a small bone that had one end sharpened and curved into a hook. Peering closely at the sculpture, she placed it against the tail and made the final divets to represent the scales. Grinning happily, she started to stand with the sculpture in hand, only to quickly duck back down when a loud 'twhong' followed by a 'twhack!' zipped past her ear. She clenched her jaws and snapped the tool in her mouth in half, then proceeded to lose hold of the sculpture in her hand. Barking in surprise, she tried to catch it as it fell, but missed it by mere inches and watched it hit the stone floor. Though the clay on the legs had been wet, the rest had dried, proving so when the head snapped off. Staring down in disbelief, she clenched her hands and spit out the item in her mouth. Crouching down to lift it, her ears swiveled back when she heard a distinct and very familiar voice. While at first she felt sorrow for losing so much work, eying the shattered pieces strewn across the stone, she was then fueled by an intense anger. She had created these, and the glove that sat to her left, as an apology to the Feyur for her actions the day before. While she did not intend to take the arrow, she wanted to make up for the pain she had caused Auwryn. Now, instead, the damned Feyur nearly shot off her ear--possibly killed her if she had stood--and destroyed an important piece of the set. Tears threatening, a low snarl emitted from the midst of her chest as she lifted the broken sculpt from the ground and whirled around on a heel. Spotting the tell-tale colors of the Feyur in a distant tree, she threw the item with all of her might, fully intending to try and hit her. But as tears now fell freely, her aim may have been off and instead caused it to careen to the left of the Feyur. However, she didn't wait to see for herself. Instead she tenderly placed the three compelted Feyuri on the ground and left the glove, then moved to go back inside of the Temple.
Auwryn. Female would land gracefully as the arrow hit it's intended target. Watching silently, female would sigh, lowering capitulum and shaking it. One should not have done that. It was childish. Slight recoil of surprise would register as something hit her left wingd hard. Ruffling feathers instinctively, female would hop down to investigate. Unfolding wings, female would slide them under the object, allowing it to roll over, shocked face snapping onto features as she realised what it was. It was a small, clay Weyuri, crafted beautifully, and she'd destroyed it. Realising the symbolism, she rushed to the temple, wings taking her as fast as could carry. What have I done? Thoughts would fly, tears beginning to stream down features as she'd approach the entrance. Passing by, wings would pick up three more tiny statuettes. One of her, and the others, her parents. This would just make female tear more. Holding onto them in hands, female would wander t'ward the entrance. She'd never been into the Temple of Chaos, but female would step inside, voice quavering with upset. "Lacera? Lacera!" Minutes of silence would pass, before female sat in the center of the room in despair, hope a lost cause. Lacera was her first friend. She'd been making gifts of her own, and all she did was throw it back in her face before she'd even been offered it. Tears flowing steadily, female would cry out to herself quietly. "... Anxo..." Single word would emit, before quiet sounds of crying would be heard. "... What have I done?"
Lacera Daggersbane quickly decided against her previous choice and took the clawed glove with her into the Temple of Chaos, padding through the main room and up the stairs. Though she had seen a lone Weyur seated on the benches to the left when she entered, she had chosen to pay him no heed. "Just like all of the other Feyuri," she snarled, choking back tears as she moved to enter the room leading to the endless staircase. While she didn't intend to climb them, she wished to be somewhere where any who entered were least likely to discover her whereabouts. "This is what I get for ever thinking one of them would be different from the others!" Rubbing her muzzle, she quickly quieted when she heard her name being called. A scowl formed on her lips and she drew one of her daggers. If the Feyur came any closer to where she stood, she fully intended to force Auwryn to back off and leave the Temple. Both from anger and for fear of another Weyuri entering and attempting to kill her. If not, she would sit as still and quiet as she could maintain, hoping, -praying- for Auwryn to leave and never return. Lacera never wanted to see the damned creatures face again, neither in this life or the next. She had been hurt too many times by those she thought she could trust. Auwryn was proving just to be the straw that broke the camels back, and this wasn't what she needed at this moment in time. None the less, she glanced around the chair she had hidden behind, the one in which she had often sat to prove she was the leader of Chaos. While Auwryn still sat there, she considered instead sneaking around her and out of the Temple and running down the stairs, fleeing back to the cavern she had been born in. There she would once again wait for her brother, or possibly search for something that seemed different or out of place. "Dammit, Feyur..."
Auwryn: Ears would flicker instinctively, registering sound. 'Twas quiet, but female recognised them as Lacera's words. Silently, female would pluck a long, furrowed feather from wing, before noiselessly leaping t'ward the source of the sound. She was hidden behind the throne. Standing 'pon the seat area itsself, female would drop the wing over the top of the throne. If such was successful, the long, obsidian beauty would flutter gracefully to rest 'pon the Alabaster female's lap, or chest; Silent tears emitting as she waited for the other female's response. She wanted to make up for what she'd done. Lacera had been an old friend of hers. Female should have known better than to act so childishly. She'd got her revenge, and all it'd done was upset her even more, and lose a dear friend. Female wanted to call out to her, to tell her, but words would not come. Shaking capitulum, gaze would turn down in shame; not for Lacera, but for herself. She'd hurt Lacera, and she'd shamed herself. Why did I have to let my emotions control me?
Lacera Daggersbane clenched the hilt of her dagger, preparing to throw it end over end at the Feyur. Though while she wanted to make her leave the Temple of Chaos, she didn't want to kill her; so she would make it only take three revolutions so the shaft would be what struck Auwryn. Instead, she nearly released the weapon when a feather drifted down into her lap, startling her. She hadn't heard the Feyur come up and was further angered by this. But while she wanted to leap at her, possibly pin her to the cold, stone floor, she instead darted around the throne. Moving to its side, she glanced to Auwryn from the corner of her eye. While she didn't lash out or say anything, she did toss something to the Feyur: The glove she had created. While still angered and hurt, she had no use for the item and figured it best in her hands. But she still hadn't forgiven her, nor did she feel any better about the previous event.
Auwryn. Female would hold masked surprise 'pon her features. She'd half-expected the female to jump up and put a blade to a throat. Instead, the Alabaster female ran from the temple, throwing an item at her. Placing the four statuettes down, including the broken one that she'd later intend to repair, female picked the other item up. 'Twas a leather glove, also crafted with the utmost care. Smiling a little at the gift, tender tears ensued, before female donned the armoured glove 'pon left hand, tightening the strap at the back of the glove, before flexing a little, admiring the craftsmanship. Picking up the statuettes, female would take off in the temple, speeding through the temple entrance. If her thoughts were right, then she knew exactly where Lacera was going. Can't you fly any faster?! thoughts would abuse her, as she tried to reach the destination just as Lacera got there. If such was successful, female would land outside gracefully, soft thud as hind legs pressed against wet earth. Female would then place capitulum within the cave, gaze searching for the Albino. Stepping inside, single question would emit from parted maw. "Anxo?" She would say, tears slowly streaming down features.
Lacera Daggersbane hadn't taken long to reach the cave and run inside. The last time they had come, she had noticed something that appeared off--something that didn't belong. So she had chosen to claw through the earth and discover the source, find why the dirt seemed so freshly turned. In moments she discovered the source, the reason for it, and she panicked. Thrown into a blind, blood-fueled rage, the sound of Auwryn's voice spurred her in that direction. But instead of taking a dagger from its sheath, she retrieved one of her swords and leapt for the Feyur. She fully intended to land upon her, the blade to her throat, eyes narrowed and breath hissing out in short bursts. While she doubted she was the cause of what she had discovered, she was the closest Feyur, and she wanted to tear something apart--friend or not. "Damn your people!" She snarled, lips pulling back to reveal long, saber fangs. However, if she wasn't on target, she would leap back and scream at her from the water.
Auwryn. Female would land, back to the earth with a large thud. Slight surprise was shown as the female launched an attack, sword at her throat. Female was in a risky position. she could easily retaliate, with the Albino in such an enraged mind. Though she didn't know why, she'd not retaliate. Female did not want to hurt the Alabaster Weyur. Look of true despair laden upon her features, female would simply sigh as the Weyur held the long, razor sharp blade at her jugular, speaking simply. "What is a life of worth with a broken heart and a destroyed friendship?" Lids now closed against eyes, female would turn capitulum to it's side, awaiting the cold steel of the blade to end it all. Female thought it to be her last words, and would choose wisely. "I'm sorry, Lacera. I'm sorry for everything. I am sorry that I acted so childishly, it was wrong of me. Before you kill me, please remember that you are, and have always, been a good friend, and shall remain in my heart, even when chaos tears my soul apart." Female would sigh once more. Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, hours became infinite. Was this how it would end for her, at the blade of her first and most dear friend?
Lacera Daggersbane snarled and yelled incoherent words, pressing the sword further against her neck. Though a bit of blood was drawn, she refrained from pushing it too deep into her flesh. Instead, she threw the sword to her side and into the water, reaching out with mitts to grip the Feyur's throat. She heard and understood what she said, further fueling her irritability and rage. But something kept her from finishing the attack and instead let go, stepping back. "I can't believe you, Auwryn!" A fit of laughter escaped her, yet almost immediately it was silenced. She rubbed the back of her neck, rustling her mane. She began to pace. "Bloody idiot," she spat, though whether her words were directed at Auwryn or herself wasn't entirely certain. "Do you know who did this!? No, you don't. How could you? No, no..." Now she reached up and gripped her skull, sighing. "Why would you let it go that far? I would never have been able to forgive myself if I had killed you! But that doesn't matter, not now, no." grinded her teeth, pausing momentarily to look at Auwryn. She then waved to where she had been digging, wishing for her to see what she had found. "Distinctive, someone, somewhere. Who? I don't know. You could, maybe. Doubt it." Hyper vigilant and rambling, she clenched her hands into fists and did something not even she expected. Whether Auwryn moved or not did not concern her. Wherever the Feyur was, she would dash at her once more, but without weapons. Instead, she sought to wrap her arms around her neck, hold the Feyur closely. "I'm so sorry Auwryn..."
Auwryn. Female would feel the pressure of the blade leave her throat. Was she dead? No, she could still feel the wind between her mane. Opening lids from eyes, female would stare rather blankly in surprise at the Weyur female. Sitting up, female would watch, moving to a stand and follow the other female. What she saw would shock even her. It was none other than the corpse of Chendreth, dismembered and disembowelled in a most cruel way. This was definitely Wylvi kill. Tears still streaming a little down her face, female would recoil in surprise slightly, thinking an unheard curse at the Wylvi. Her parents had been killed in exactly the same way. Suddenly, the female would turn at her again, though, not in assault, but in tears. With an 'Oomph', female would bear her full weight. The alabaster female was heavier than her, and she struggled a little, before toppling over in surprise. Laughing a little through tears, female would reply to words spoken. "No. It should be myself who is sorry. I should never have nocked that arrow in your direction." Leaning capitulum over the Albino female's right shoulder, she'd tear softly into the soft mane of the other.
Lacera Daggersbane chewed on the end of the tool she was using to carve out the eyes on the final sculpture, the one she made in her own image of when she had been a mere pup. The other three were carefully wrapped in her tail, the spines providing a place for them to rest against if they became unstable. Hunching over, she lifted a small bone that had one end sharpened and curved into a hook. Peering closely at the sculpture, she placed it against the tail and made the final divets to represent the scales. Grinning happily, she started to stand with the sculpture in hand, only to quickly duck back down when a loud 'twhong' followed by a 'twhack!' zipped past her ear. She clenched her jaws and snapped the tool in her mouth in half, then proceeded to lose hold of the sculpture in her hand. Barking in surprise, she tried to catch it as it fell, but missed it by mere inches and watched it hit the stone floor. Though the clay on the legs had been wet, the rest had dried, proving so when the head snapped off. Staring down in disbelief, she clenched her hands and spit out the item in her mouth. Crouching down to lift it, her ears swiveled back when she heard a distinct and very familiar voice. While at first she felt sorrow for losing so much work, eying the shattered pieces strewn across the stone, she was then fueled by an intense anger. She had created these, and the glove that sat to her left, as an apology to the Feyur for her actions the day before. While she did not intend to take the arrow, she wanted to make up for the pain she had caused Auwryn. Now, instead, the damned Feyur nearly shot off her ear--possibly killed her if she had stood--and destroyed an important piece of the set. Tears threatening, a low snarl emitted from the midst of her chest as she lifted the broken sculpt from the ground and whirled around on a heel. Spotting the tell-tale colors of the Feyur in a distant tree, she threw the item with all of her might, fully intending to try and hit her. But as tears now fell freely, her aim may have been off and instead caused it to careen to the left of the Feyur. However, she didn't wait to see for herself. Instead she tenderly placed the three compelted Feyuri on the ground and left the glove, then moved to go back inside of the Temple.
Auwryn. Female would land gracefully as the arrow hit it's intended target. Watching silently, female would sigh, lowering capitulum and shaking it. One should not have done that. It was childish. Slight recoil of surprise would register as something hit her left wingd hard. Ruffling feathers instinctively, female would hop down to investigate. Unfolding wings, female would slide them under the object, allowing it to roll over, shocked face snapping onto features as she realised what it was. It was a small, clay Weyuri, crafted beautifully, and she'd destroyed it. Realising the symbolism, she rushed to the temple, wings taking her as fast as could carry. What have I done? Thoughts would fly, tears beginning to stream down features as she'd approach the entrance. Passing by, wings would pick up three more tiny statuettes. One of her, and the others, her parents. This would just make female tear more. Holding onto them in hands, female would wander t'ward the entrance. She'd never been into the Temple of Chaos, but female would step inside, voice quavering with upset. "Lacera? Lacera!" Minutes of silence would pass, before female sat in the center of the room in despair, hope a lost cause. Lacera was her first friend. She'd been making gifts of her own, and all she did was throw it back in her face before she'd even been offered it. Tears flowing steadily, female would cry out to herself quietly. "... Anxo..." Single word would emit, before quiet sounds of crying would be heard. "... What have I done?"
Lacera Daggersbane quickly decided against her previous choice and took the clawed glove with her into the Temple of Chaos, padding through the main room and up the stairs. Though she had seen a lone Weyur seated on the benches to the left when she entered, she had chosen to pay him no heed. "Just like all of the other Feyuri," she snarled, choking back tears as she moved to enter the room leading to the endless staircase. While she didn't intend to climb them, she wished to be somewhere where any who entered were least likely to discover her whereabouts. "This is what I get for ever thinking one of them would be different from the others!" Rubbing her muzzle, she quickly quieted when she heard her name being called. A scowl formed on her lips and she drew one of her daggers. If the Feyur came any closer to where she stood, she fully intended to force Auwryn to back off and leave the Temple. Both from anger and for fear of another Weyuri entering and attempting to kill her. If not, she would sit as still and quiet as she could maintain, hoping, -praying- for Auwryn to leave and never return. Lacera never wanted to see the damned creatures face again, neither in this life or the next. She had been hurt too many times by those she thought she could trust. Auwryn was proving just to be the straw that broke the camels back, and this wasn't what she needed at this moment in time. None the less, she glanced around the chair she had hidden behind, the one in which she had often sat to prove she was the leader of Chaos. While Auwryn still sat there, she considered instead sneaking around her and out of the Temple and running down the stairs, fleeing back to the cavern she had been born in. There she would once again wait for her brother, or possibly search for something that seemed different or out of place. "Dammit, Feyur..."
Auwryn: Ears would flicker instinctively, registering sound. 'Twas quiet, but female recognised them as Lacera's words. Silently, female would pluck a long, furrowed feather from wing, before noiselessly leaping t'ward the source of the sound. She was hidden behind the throne. Standing 'pon the seat area itsself, female would drop the wing over the top of the throne. If such was successful, the long, obsidian beauty would flutter gracefully to rest 'pon the Alabaster female's lap, or chest; Silent tears emitting as she waited for the other female's response. She wanted to make up for what she'd done. Lacera had been an old friend of hers. Female should have known better than to act so childishly. She'd got her revenge, and all it'd done was upset her even more, and lose a dear friend. Female wanted to call out to her, to tell her, but words would not come. Shaking capitulum, gaze would turn down in shame; not for Lacera, but for herself. She'd hurt Lacera, and she'd shamed herself. Why did I have to let my emotions control me?
Lacera Daggersbane clenched the hilt of her dagger, preparing to throw it end over end at the Feyur. Though while she wanted to make her leave the Temple of Chaos, she didn't want to kill her; so she would make it only take three revolutions so the shaft would be what struck Auwryn. Instead, she nearly released the weapon when a feather drifted down into her lap, startling her. She hadn't heard the Feyur come up and was further angered by this. But while she wanted to leap at her, possibly pin her to the cold, stone floor, she instead darted around the throne. Moving to its side, she glanced to Auwryn from the corner of her eye. While she didn't lash out or say anything, she did toss something to the Feyur: The glove she had created. While still angered and hurt, she had no use for the item and figured it best in her hands. But she still hadn't forgiven her, nor did she feel any better about the previous event.
Auwryn. Female would hold masked surprise 'pon her features. She'd half-expected the female to jump up and put a blade to a throat. Instead, the Alabaster female ran from the temple, throwing an item at her. Placing the four statuettes down, including the broken one that she'd later intend to repair, female picked the other item up. 'Twas a leather glove, also crafted with the utmost care. Smiling a little at the gift, tender tears ensued, before female donned the armoured glove 'pon left hand, tightening the strap at the back of the glove, before flexing a little, admiring the craftsmanship. Picking up the statuettes, female would take off in the temple, speeding through the temple entrance. If her thoughts were right, then she knew exactly where Lacera was going. Can't you fly any faster?! thoughts would abuse her, as she tried to reach the destination just as Lacera got there. If such was successful, female would land outside gracefully, soft thud as hind legs pressed against wet earth. Female would then place capitulum within the cave, gaze searching for the Albino. Stepping inside, single question would emit from parted maw. "Anxo?" She would say, tears slowly streaming down features.
Lacera Daggersbane hadn't taken long to reach the cave and run inside. The last time they had come, she had noticed something that appeared off--something that didn't belong. So she had chosen to claw through the earth and discover the source, find why the dirt seemed so freshly turned. In moments she discovered the source, the reason for it, and she panicked. Thrown into a blind, blood-fueled rage, the sound of Auwryn's voice spurred her in that direction. But instead of taking a dagger from its sheath, she retrieved one of her swords and leapt for the Feyur. She fully intended to land upon her, the blade to her throat, eyes narrowed and breath hissing out in short bursts. While she doubted she was the cause of what she had discovered, she was the closest Feyur, and she wanted to tear something apart--friend or not. "Damn your people!" She snarled, lips pulling back to reveal long, saber fangs. However, if she wasn't on target, she would leap back and scream at her from the water.
Auwryn. Female would land, back to the earth with a large thud. Slight surprise was shown as the female launched an attack, sword at her throat. Female was in a risky position. she could easily retaliate, with the Albino in such an enraged mind. Though she didn't know why, she'd not retaliate. Female did not want to hurt the Alabaster Weyur. Look of true despair laden upon her features, female would simply sigh as the Weyur held the long, razor sharp blade at her jugular, speaking simply. "What is a life of worth with a broken heart and a destroyed friendship?" Lids now closed against eyes, female would turn capitulum to it's side, awaiting the cold steel of the blade to end it all. Female thought it to be her last words, and would choose wisely. "I'm sorry, Lacera. I'm sorry for everything. I am sorry that I acted so childishly, it was wrong of me. Before you kill me, please remember that you are, and have always, been a good friend, and shall remain in my heart, even when chaos tears my soul apart." Female would sigh once more. Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, hours became infinite. Was this how it would end for her, at the blade of her first and most dear friend?
Lacera Daggersbane snarled and yelled incoherent words, pressing the sword further against her neck. Though a bit of blood was drawn, she refrained from pushing it too deep into her flesh. Instead, she threw the sword to her side and into the water, reaching out with mitts to grip the Feyur's throat. She heard and understood what she said, further fueling her irritability and rage. But something kept her from finishing the attack and instead let go, stepping back. "I can't believe you, Auwryn!" A fit of laughter escaped her, yet almost immediately it was silenced. She rubbed the back of her neck, rustling her mane. She began to pace. "Bloody idiot," she spat, though whether her words were directed at Auwryn or herself wasn't entirely certain. "Do you know who did this!? No, you don't. How could you? No, no..." Now she reached up and gripped her skull, sighing. "Why would you let it go that far? I would never have been able to forgive myself if I had killed you! But that doesn't matter, not now, no." grinded her teeth, pausing momentarily to look at Auwryn. She then waved to where she had been digging, wishing for her to see what she had found. "Distinctive, someone, somewhere. Who? I don't know. You could, maybe. Doubt it." Hyper vigilant and rambling, she clenched her hands into fists and did something not even she expected. Whether Auwryn moved or not did not concern her. Wherever the Feyur was, she would dash at her once more, but without weapons. Instead, she sought to wrap her arms around her neck, hold the Feyur closely. "I'm so sorry Auwryn..."
Auwryn. Female would feel the pressure of the blade leave her throat. Was she dead? No, she could still feel the wind between her mane. Opening lids from eyes, female would stare rather blankly in surprise at the Weyur female. Sitting up, female would watch, moving to a stand and follow the other female. What she saw would shock even her. It was none other than the corpse of Chendreth, dismembered and disembowelled in a most cruel way. This was definitely Wylvi kill. Tears still streaming a little down her face, female would recoil in surprise slightly, thinking an unheard curse at the Wylvi. Her parents had been killed in exactly the same way. Suddenly, the female would turn at her again, though, not in assault, but in tears. With an 'Oomph', female would bear her full weight. The alabaster female was heavier than her, and she struggled a little, before toppling over in surprise. Laughing a little through tears, female would reply to words spoken. "No. It should be myself who is sorry. I should never have nocked that arrow in your direction." Leaning capitulum over the Albino female's right shoulder, she'd tear softly into the soft mane of the other.