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almost forgotten - Avdotya - 02-24-2019
With Eleutheria at her back, Avdotya’s once steady pace had come to a sudden standstill as the heat of the desert began to swathe her skin in its familiar touch. Her fire-lit eyes slipped closed and a deep breath drew into lungs that had been starved for far too long; this was where she belonged, in the vastness of the Mors and not stuck within the stuffy walls of foreign capitols.Secrets were a lovely thing, truly they were, but that was no life she wished to pursue any longer. Avdotya was meant to stalk the rolling curves of Solterra’s endless dunes, haunting the desert and striking fear into those foolish enough wander it alone as the Davke always had. And her timing, it seemed, was most opportune.
Chaos, once again, seemed to have found its way back to the Court of Day. The Silver Queen was supposedly no more, stripped of her throne and overtaken by a man she’d only heard described as a pale, vicious being - little did she know it was Raum, whose blade she questioned not so long ago in the driving rain. But regardless of the crown’s new identity, Avdotya held a savage desire to make the desert her own again and she harboured no concern for what cost it would come at. Perhaps, then, that was why she traveled with the dismembered head of a House Hajakha noble fastened just so to her shoulder.
She had found the man mingling among other high-borns at one of the many grandiose affairs she’d slithered into during her absence, the viper having disguised herself well enough to lure him away from the party without recognition. It was only when they disappeared from sight that she shed her mock skin for her true colours, but still a moment too late for a man with senses dulled by the warm embrace of a fine red wine.
And now she intended to deliver it upon the doorstep of this new king, whomever he may be. A welcoming gift, she might insist, to mount over his silken bed and an ever so gentle reminder that if he was to rule Solterra, his choices best be wise when stirring a nest of serpents. While the fangs of some were filled with the promise of empty threats, others carried a venom far more deadly.
It would not be folly to assume that it was the capitol now that lay in her blazing sights, for this delivery was of great priority.. and really, Avdotya was quite keen to see what they had done with the place after her last visit.
Chaos, once again, seemed to have found its way back to the Court of Day. The Silver Queen was supposedly no more, stripped of her throne and overtaken by a man she’d only heard described as a pale, vicious being - little did she know it was Raum, whose blade she questioned not so long ago in the driving rain. But regardless of the crown’s new identity, Avdotya held a savage desire to make the desert her own again and she harboured no concern for what cost it would come at. Perhaps, then, that was why she traveled with the dismembered head of a House Hajakha noble fastened just so to her shoulder.
She had found the man mingling among other high-borns at one of the many grandiose affairs she’d slithered into during her absence, the viper having disguised herself well enough to lure him away from the party without recognition. It was only when they disappeared from sight that she shed her mock skin for her true colours, but still a moment too late for a man with senses dulled by the warm embrace of a fine red wine.
And now she intended to deliver it upon the doorstep of this new king, whomever he may be. A welcoming gift, she might insist, to mount over his silken bed and an ever so gentle reminder that if he was to rule Solterra, his choices best be wise when stirring a nest of serpents. While the fangs of some were filled with the promise of empty threats, others carried a venom far more deadly.
It would not be folly to assume that it was the capitol now that lay in her blazing sights, for this delivery was of great priority.. and really, Avdotya was quite keen to see what they had done with the place after her last visit.
You’re playing my game now, @anyone!
RE: almost forgotten - Jahin - 02-24-2019
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@Avdotya
RE: almost forgotten - Avdotya - 02-25-2019
He appeared first as a mirage, a stroke of red-brown smeared against a golden horizon. Avdotya’s body hardened almost immediately at the sight of him, muscles taut and ready to release like an arrow secured against a drawn bowstring. She anticipated aggression, expected violence... part of her even thirsted for it - perhaps make a pair of heads for Solterra’s new king - but she had little time for useless squabbles. Even still, the viper bore no willingness to approach others with her hackles down. She was no fool, but part of her wondered if the man who so brazenly approached a woman with a dismembered head was.
Until she knew who it was.
Solis smiled upon her today, for she had found herself in the presence of another Davke. Unfortunately for her, though, it was Jahin of all horses it could have been and he was already busy spouting off some attempt at a joke. Her movement slowed, eventually coming to a halt while she allowed the silence to linger between them just a touch longer; she wanted to ensure Jahin knew that she truly found no humour in his words. That sort of thing was best saved for Makeda, wherever she was in her wild world. ”This,” she finally declared sharply, ”is a gift for Day Court’s newest king. Long may he reign.” Her lips curled viciously. Whether this man lived or died mattered not to a woman who found no value in a crown. Her knees did not bend before the velvet seat of any man’s throne - she would readily slit her own damned throat before that day ever dawned.
Her gaze drifted only momentarily over the stallion. He looked healthy, strong as a Davke should be, but she did wonder where he had spent his days in the absence of his brethren. ”What say you, Jahin, to the fall of Seraphina?” Avdotya wondered aloud, slowly lifting a curious brow. She did not recall ever seeing him the day the capitol burnt so beautifully to the ground, but the faces in the crowd was admittedly not her point of focus that day. Regardless, he was here before her now, and she was not one to deny opportunity.
If the Davke were to return, Avdotya needed her strongest kin. He would never hear the words fall from her mouth (she doubted she would live it down if he did), but Jahin was a valuable asset; he held a mental edge that many did not possess, his mind a weapon sharper than most blades. Most importantly, he was Davke-born. It was simply a matter of loyalty that Avdotya questioned, though she had a feeling she would soon find her answer.
Until she knew who it was.
Solis smiled upon her today, for she had found herself in the presence of another Davke. Unfortunately for her, though, it was Jahin of all horses it could have been and he was already busy spouting off some attempt at a joke. Her movement slowed, eventually coming to a halt while she allowed the silence to linger between them just a touch longer; she wanted to ensure Jahin knew that she truly found no humour in his words. That sort of thing was best saved for Makeda, wherever she was in her wild world. ”This,” she finally declared sharply, ”is a gift for Day Court’s newest king. Long may he reign.” Her lips curled viciously. Whether this man lived or died mattered not to a woman who found no value in a crown. Her knees did not bend before the velvet seat of any man’s throne - she would readily slit her own damned throat before that day ever dawned.
Her gaze drifted only momentarily over the stallion. He looked healthy, strong as a Davke should be, but she did wonder where he had spent his days in the absence of his brethren. ”What say you, Jahin, to the fall of Seraphina?” Avdotya wondered aloud, slowly lifting a curious brow. She did not recall ever seeing him the day the capitol burnt so beautifully to the ground, but the faces in the crowd was admittedly not her point of focus that day. Regardless, he was here before her now, and she was not one to deny opportunity.
If the Davke were to return, Avdotya needed her strongest kin. He would never hear the words fall from her mouth (she doubted she would live it down if he did), but Jahin was a valuable asset; he held a mental edge that many did not possess, his mind a weapon sharper than most blades. Most importantly, he was Davke-born. It was simply a matter of loyalty that Avdotya questioned, though she had a feeling she would soon find her answer.
You’re playing my game now, @jahin
RE: almost forgotten - Jahin - 02-28-2019
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@Avdotya i'm sorry i don't really know what this is
RE: almost forgotten - Avdotya - 03-03-2019
Whose side, indeed. It was a question many parties would soon find themselves scrambling to answer in the wake of Raum’s ascension, whether to align with the yet-to-be-known corvid king or face his wrath and paint defiance upon their flesh. The viper herself knew of only one thing: the Davke would find their feet in the turbulence to come, she would do whatever it took to secure their place in the Mors once more. Their time as mere words upon a dusty, dog-eared page were near an end now - Solterra’s vast desert would soon promise fear at every swoop and crest of its great dunes, for the feral horde would soon awaken from their too-long slumber.
And so Jahin’s answer meant more than simply a statement of his allegiance. This was a matter of his loyalty to his roots, to his family and the wild blood that coursed through his own veins. That wild blood was still out there, it never truly ran dry in spite of the efforts of others. But had he even come looking for them? Were they so quickly forgotten when the brush of silver hair had strung him into the arms of the very court that decimated his kin?
Avdotya could feel her blood begin to effervesce as her thoughts ran rampant, the heat in her eyes growing more intense by the moment. ”They waste their time mourning,” she hissed lowly, ”sorrow does not avenge the dead.” The mare was not petty enough to have turned a blind eye to Seraphina’s shining reputation among her citizens; she was a strong woman and, though she would never admit it, a respectable leader. She knew many would brace against a new king’s reign. Regardless, the queen’s demise left a wide opening to those who lingered and laid in wait. The capitol was vulnerable, as Jahin pointed out, and Avdotya would be one of the first to slip past the gates she had once burned down in order to take her upper hand.
Her path was quite clear now. ”I will have the Davke back while they struggle upon their knees. I will erase the work of the dead boy king and his court of cowards.” She stepped closer to Jahin, close enough that he might have caught the foul smell of rot she carried with her while the noble’s jaws hung agape and festering. ”I will have them back as the world remembers them if it means I draw my last breath doing it.” The viper stepped even closer still. Her gaze was entirely critical, almost as harsh as the desert sun in its attempt at prying what she sought out of him. ”I wonder if you would do the same? If not for us all, then perhaps for our dear Makeda...” Avdotya knew who the man's heart once beat for, but oh, did it still yearn for a wayward girl?
And so Jahin’s answer meant more than simply a statement of his allegiance. This was a matter of his loyalty to his roots, to his family and the wild blood that coursed through his own veins. That wild blood was still out there, it never truly ran dry in spite of the efforts of others. But had he even come looking for them? Were they so quickly forgotten when the brush of silver hair had strung him into the arms of the very court that decimated his kin?
Avdotya could feel her blood begin to effervesce as her thoughts ran rampant, the heat in her eyes growing more intense by the moment. ”They waste their time mourning,” she hissed lowly, ”sorrow does not avenge the dead.” The mare was not petty enough to have turned a blind eye to Seraphina’s shining reputation among her citizens; she was a strong woman and, though she would never admit it, a respectable leader. She knew many would brace against a new king’s reign. Regardless, the queen’s demise left a wide opening to those who lingered and laid in wait. The capitol was vulnerable, as Jahin pointed out, and Avdotya would be one of the first to slip past the gates she had once burned down in order to take her upper hand.
Her path was quite clear now. ”I will have the Davke back while they struggle upon their knees. I will erase the work of the dead boy king and his court of cowards.” She stepped closer to Jahin, close enough that he might have caught the foul smell of rot she carried with her while the noble’s jaws hung agape and festering. ”I will have them back as the world remembers them if it means I draw my last breath doing it.” The viper stepped even closer still. Her gaze was entirely critical, almost as harsh as the desert sun in its attempt at prying what she sought out of him. ”I wonder if you would do the same? If not for us all, then perhaps for our dear Makeda...” Avdotya knew who the man's heart once beat for, but oh, did it still yearn for a wayward girl?
You’re playing my game now, @jahin
RE: almost forgotten - Jahin - 03-05-2019
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@Avdotya
RE: almost forgotten - Avdotya - 03-07-2019
She saw the subtle change in him, the ever so slight rise in his hackles. It was what Avdotya had hoped to see; her words were a lure, bright and full of temptation, and he was there ready to bite. Had she not roused Jahin’s temper with her brusque accusations, it wouldn’t have been unreasonable to presume that the jagged edge of her old spear would have found its way to the soft crook of his neck... for what good was a man without loyalty? Yet with his words, he quelled her brewing suspicions.
The sharpness of her posture lessens, no longer that of the imposing woman seeking answers, but a fellow Davke lending her ear. Avdotya did not know the gruesome details that he witnessed during the slaughter of their people - her family - while she festered in a cell, but she knew Zolin and what he had been capable of. In her mind, the viper could only imagine all of the horrible ways his wretched soldiers defiled them. Her lips curled with seething disgust, only to slowly come back when Jahin lamented over his own survival. ”Then Solis has greater purpose for you than you know.” Her voice was quiet, and with it there may have even been a sense of sincerity, for she too had felt the creeping hand of guilt upon her shoulder. It was not one shaken so easily.
Their deaths were all at her mother’s command, it was Avdotya, her beloved daughter, that they had surged to the capitol for when her mind began to fray. Vaska was admired for a great many things, she was a beacon of vicious and unrelenting strength... and yet the matriarch fell to the whims her own foolish heart, led astray by the affections for a daughter long gone; she should have severed her attachments like she did with any other being in her life summoned to death.
But Avdotya did not die. In fact, this world was eternally hers, leaving the deaths of so many Davke resting ominously at her feet - and no amount of spilled blood would ever satisfy her thirst to vindicate them.
Jahin then snapped her from the blackness that her thoughts had enshrouded her with when he spoke of his return. Home. The word lingered and her eyes finally left his own, her legs brushing her past him and onward to where she knew the citadel’s silhouette would eventually bloom. ”Welcome home, Jahin,” she murmured to him in passing, turning her head only briefly to call back to him: ”I will find you when it is time. I have a king to meet with.”
The first piece was in place.
The sharpness of her posture lessens, no longer that of the imposing woman seeking answers, but a fellow Davke lending her ear. Avdotya did not know the gruesome details that he witnessed during the slaughter of their people - her family - while she festered in a cell, but she knew Zolin and what he had been capable of. In her mind, the viper could only imagine all of the horrible ways his wretched soldiers defiled them. Her lips curled with seething disgust, only to slowly come back when Jahin lamented over his own survival. ”Then Solis has greater purpose for you than you know.” Her voice was quiet, and with it there may have even been a sense of sincerity, for she too had felt the creeping hand of guilt upon her shoulder. It was not one shaken so easily.
Their deaths were all at her mother’s command, it was Avdotya, her beloved daughter, that they had surged to the capitol for when her mind began to fray. Vaska was admired for a great many things, she was a beacon of vicious and unrelenting strength... and yet the matriarch fell to the whims her own foolish heart, led astray by the affections for a daughter long gone; she should have severed her attachments like she did with any other being in her life summoned to death.
But Avdotya did not die. In fact, this world was eternally hers, leaving the deaths of so many Davke resting ominously at her feet - and no amount of spilled blood would ever satisfy her thirst to vindicate them.
Jahin then snapped her from the blackness that her thoughts had enshrouded her with when he spoke of his return. Home. The word lingered and her eyes finally left his own, her legs brushing her past him and onward to where she knew the citadel’s silhouette would eventually bloom. ”Welcome home, Jahin,” she murmured to him in passing, turning her head only briefly to call back to him: ”I will find you when it is time. I have a king to meet with.”
The first piece was in place.
You’re playing my game now, @jahin