[P] unbowed

[Avdotya]

She hears Toulouse’s footsteps; every hollow echo of his hooves seem to buzz around her ears like a tiny, persistent gnat. Her agitation swells, but her stare keeps itself trained upon Makeda. Is she even Makeda anymore? Does this rotting body of flesh and bone truly bear a name now that it is no longer occupied by a once vibrant soul? Avdotya grits her teeth at the thought, for even though her sister has returned to their mother - and so many of the Davke that preceded them - she knows it was not yet her time. But life is not fair, the viper knows this. It does not cater to what should be, it simply gives and takes as it pleases without regard. She knows this, too, and yet the knowledge of that alone is not enough to sate her ire. She needs more than that. Toulouse arrives just as she takes a step back from the body and she turns her neck just so, watching the stallion with his billowing silks and gleaming gold. She recalls their brief encounter during the Summit so long ago... and she spares only a moment to wonder what trouble he has found since then. Feliks bristles beside her, but does little more to convey the edge of emotion he feels from Avdotya. They are unwelcoming, to say the least, and still he speaks. He does not get his answer right away. There is a silence, a long and pregnant pause that lingers between them while she debates on whether to indulge him. ”I did.” Her words are simple, confirmation but without detail. She needn’t share them with a man she knew so little about, whose motives she could not trust. Solterra is volatile - there isn’t a single soul she trusts given its soured political environment. ”It seems Raum has stolen the reaper’s crown now, hasn’t he.” She comments idly, taking hold of a nearby stone from the ground with her telepathy. Her spear unsheathes itself from its place on her leg and suddenly collides with the dusty rock, drawing sparks that jump so easily onto Makeda’s body. They are quick to eat up every brittle hair that exists within their reach and spread from a gentle flicker of fire into a blaze that consumes flesh with wild ease. Return to mother- find your place among Solis’ sun. It is not long until just her bones remain, and Avdotya knows she has done her duty for her sister. She returns the spear to its holster and glances over to Toulouse, who she notices now stood much closer than she would ever desire. ”Here to admire the bodies?” Would you care to join them? She sought no rhyme nor reason to kill in this situation- her feral lust for blood was pulsing, pounding and it did not care for the face from which it stole from. Come closer, then, Toulouse. @toulouseimage © pacificdash