Betrayal, and a Forced Independence

[tigs]

[Main idea of this post is to introduce a dual-plot involving Vyn and FP, but I need her to grow so anyone can post I suppose XD]


She'd heard the words loud and clear, her parents had expected her to be gone so often that when she'd finally come home to be sociable, they hadn't expected it at all. Quietly they'd spoken of an idea... a truce with the dark god Jiaro. But it wasn't any ordinary truce of goods or services... it was a truce involving her. She would be used as an offering, sent to live out her days with him. Just a trophy in the midst of many.

She wouldn't have it! Without a word, a chance for them to bag her up, and put a ribbon on her head, she'd fled into the night. Betrayed by her own family, how could they leave her in the care of that tyrant? He degraded females with his treatment of them, and abused anyone who dared to voice their opinion, should it, Zar forbid, be against him. His children could easily equal half of the total population in her eyes, for how often he used his ladies for their mass, mini-Jiaro army making capabilities.

Where she'd go, it didn't seem to matter. Anywhere had to be better than a place where she was being used as a parcel to seal a civilized communication promise. Why they were so uncivilized towards each other in the first place- she didn't know, nor at this moment did she care. Whatever aim they hoped to achieve through this truce was one she hoped they didn't achieve.

She switched to her human form halfway, wisps of black hair clinging like spiderwebs to her skin. The black markings on her arms looked like gloves, the red bracelet completing the effect. Her legs had the same effect, except they looked more like long boots, and without the red trinket. Her body was pale and bare, but luckily she had managed to stop by her hideout before leaving, so a simple wide, black scarf of material was wrapped about her, making a dress which completely covered her chest and shoulders, and just about reached the top of her leg markings.

Her pace had increased as she felt the shadows of the alleyway upon her. Her anger had faded into a lonely nonchalance, and she didn't want anyone to pick up on that slight vulnerability. But it seemed someone had, for a fleeting shadow seemed to be re-cast upon the walls next to her ever few steps. Making her arms cross before her in anger. She didn't like to be toyed with. Finally she stopped, throwing her hands out to the sides, and doing a circular take, realizing nothing was there. Nothing visibly there, anyway.

"Just come out already!" She yelled. She was young still, but nearing adulthood quickly. Her body displayed this, standing straight and well-formed, the curves seeming so stark clad in the ebony fabric, against the pale filth of the walkway beneath her. Her eyes were wide and still showed the truth of her age, however, though now a strange boldness shone within. Her life was indeed important to her, but there is a point where you reach too many foul emotions, and a defiant anger seeps slowly in without warning, and meaning to stay.

[silverdust]

((I want this lady of mine to grow as well, I hope you don't mind tigs. My plans for her are oddly similar ^^;)



She hadn't been running away from anything, mostly because she lacked the emotion to feel that rage, that frustration. She couldn't quite care about things the way others might. She supposed she might be traumatized by her sudden blindness at a young age, that somehow her mind had hardened to cope with the vulnerability. It killed any childhood she might've had, and left an empty void where there should be feelings. That was the only cause of bother for her, sometimes when the ghosts of those suppressed feelings echoed vaguely in her heart, reasserting in a painful clarity her hollowness. So she wandered, to give herself something to do, to ignore, to forget, to suppress, anything but ponder upon that.

Seibhizion had heard the girl, from a ways off. Her acute hearing was a gift of the darkness that covered her eyes, she tended to dwell upon that rather than the latter fact. But she was young still, and she couldn't read it as well as she might were the girl closer. At least she had trained it enough that she knew it was a female that approached her, and around her age as well, perhaps older by a few. She hid in the shadows quickly, until the song could be made clear to her. She knew that her blindness was a cripple, and that she was in most situations at a disadvantage. It was only logical that she remain hidden, until her ears told her what she was dealing with.

Steps neared, ears perked. She was...torn it seemed, angry, frustrated, bitter but cooling. The heartbeat told it all, the clench of nerves and even to some extent to rhythm of the breathing. Human form, she recognized the functions of that body type, but the smell was Euclide. A marionette, like herself. She tilted her head slightly, to hear, but it seemed that not being able to see ones position had its flaws. The girl caught sight of her, and she...didn't like it to say the least. She pondered if she should come out. It would be rude to deny, that much of manners she bothered to retain. Just because she was hollow didn't mean she lacked courtesy. Besides, she needed something to do, besides...be alone, thinking.

So she moved into the light. She favored her human form, even though her lapine enhanced the hearing she valued so. But she had taken it upon herself to make this human form as useful as her Euclide body, so she spent her time in it, honing it as one would do a weapon. She was right in the assumption that she was younger than the other, her form was still childlike, offering only a promise of curves but relatively boyish still. Ribbons made up her outfit, and ribbons alone, flashing like intricate steaks of blood over her the marble white of her arms, chest, hips and legs. She had nothing to be ashamed of as of yet, and it offered her the mobility that the restrictive fashions seldom offered.

She tipped her head in greeting at the other. Her mahogany hair, dripped scarlet at the ends, fell over her shoulders, bound in two high ponytails with another tangle of ribbons. Her mask's tri-painted eyes stared from behind unkempt bangs, their crimson kohl-lined stare seeming genuine, almost alive.

"Hello," she greeted, her voice the customary doll-like monotone. Hollow, just as she.

[Vyn]

The children would not be alone together for long, as the blind Marionette surely knew. In fact, it wouldn't take long for the blood/poison to pick up on the sound of heavy paws moving steadily over the grime-caked cobblestones, each heavy footfall accented by the sharp click of claws. The sound was ominous in the sense that it foretold of a large creature approaching, one that no child would want to encounter in the dark, lonely alleyways.

Indeed, the dark form that rounded the corner was not exactly one to take relief in. Jiarokumo was a well known figure, unmistakable for anyone else, and he loomed above them now. Six feet tall, a scowl set upon his maw and his eyes narrowed in brooding anger...it was obvious Jiaro's mood was not to be taken lightly.

For a moment his cold gaze fell upon the ribbon-laced Marionette and a dark grin twisted upon his maw. It was always such a pity to find them so young, it aroused Jiaro's lust and yet he was still forced to contain himself. However, it was his keen sense of smell which revealed his true prize tonight. The second child was cloaked in Kujien's scent, the way one's offspring usually are.

A low chuckle rumbled from his throat, the sound as dark and ominous as his footfalls had been a moment prior to his arrival...but o, this was so much worse.

"So you're Kujien's firstborn."

His voice was deep, dark in the perfect essence of the word. It was a voice made up in the nightmare's of children, the sort of sound that could run chills up one's spine, and it never helped when it was directed upon one with such force as it now lingered upon Niva.

Jiaro could still hear the horror echoing in the Poison's voice, could still remember the pleasure as his emotionless wall cracked under such a suggestion. Surrender his daughter? Kujien was too protective for that, too proud to surrender another to this dark lord. Already he had lost his heart to the Marionette Jiaro had beheaded, and now he was to give the product of his new interest? It was a foul, twisted thing to do but Jiaro found pleasure in it on so many levels.

One couldn't help but wonder if Niva knew the full story. Had she known the depth of Kujien's despair, would she have so willingly fled his protection? In an essence, her need to save herself had only placed herself more readily in Jiaro's cruel gasp. For, of course, now that he had her, he would not return her so easily.

[tigs]

She had begun to calm upon noticing her initial companion, not taking much threat from the young girl's presence. In fact, she stepped closer, a releived and inviting look on her face. "Hello... I apologise for my shouting... I have my reasons, really." She offered, but didn't seem ready to say much more about the matter. Her horrors of home were more than this girl needed to know about, and though they weren't horrors yet, she still had a wrenching pain in her stomach which did not bode well.

So much for that early warning, it seemed even her stomach couldn't alert her enough to stay clear of the misfortune which was now sure to unravel. She knew him by description alone, she didn't need to hear his voice or name to know that her short spree of luck had just run out. Nervous, defeated, and yet still as defensive and regal as ever, she stood stalk still, not daring to utter the first word.

Which was easy enough, as he began to speak for her. "I have a name. That is Nivaisiba, for future reference." She answered his question with a part introduction, and though her words might have come off as sassy, they were nowhere near the venomous stream of judgemental words she felt like saying. Perhaps she didn't know the situation as well as she could have, but she knew she had a reason to despise this creature for more than his plans with Kujien to take her.

So many things she wanted to say, warnings and threats, for she'd not go quietly, nor would she be a slave to his pathetic false lusting romance. Not like any of the other marionettes he'd met, or ever would meet, she was not a mindless slave for pleasure. In fact, unlike many, she held no desire to practice her born talents of seduction, grace, and perfection. Perfection was foolish to her, and she needed to impress no one. That is not to say that as she grew older and found more agreeable circumstances that she would not pridefully indulge in the marionette talents... but for now, she was too self-respecting to be so sleazy with a stranger... and though a stranger Jiaro was not, she wished he was.

She looked back to the femme with her, her eyes a silent warning. 'RUN' was screaming there in loud letters, but now to see if only she would listen? To be wrapped up in Jiaro's terrible affairs was her fate, not this young femme. If she could at least spare an innocent from whatever traumatizing events awaited her, then it would be worth sealing her own fate.

[silverdust]

Her lack of sight, a seeming weakness in this situation. She couldn't see the warning in the other's eyes, only note the anger, the...determination with an undecurrent of grudging defeat. That much the girl's body told her, nothing of the warning. True, she had heard the lion (she was sure it was a lion, the sounds singing a darker, more sinister concerto of Mahareja's form), and she could guess who he was by rumor and by the girl's reaction. She could read him as she read others, but she only delved so deep. Pride, lust, danger, deception of a sort, and she could feel the hunger of his eyes upon her, but she was not to be his prey tonight.

She knew that she might have no place here, but she did not want to leave. The girl's voice, the first speaking, it had been different, pleasant almost as Esper's words, or Schehera's when she was weaving a story. It wasn't so much that she wished to protect the other, no, by her song she could do that quite well by herself, but she was interested in how this story might play out. Besides, they were children still, and she knew enough that Jiarokumo was not a force that would be pleasant to face alone. She could probably do little, but she was not defenseless. The cool of her blade was calming at her back. She wouldn't use it on the dark god, no, but she wished to judge him for herself. After all, it was only a matter of time before she was to be offered to a certain cast, one that would take much maneuvering if she wished to preserve herself. Might as well train with the best.

She did not give her name for the god had not spoken to her, and she would not offer it as if she were eager for his attention. She merely stepped back, returning slightly to the shadows, in a way acquiescing to the girl's, no, Nivaisiba's wishes. She knew well enough that this was her game to play, and she would stay out of it as well as she might, but she would not leave.

It was a dangerous game she was getting involved in, but...at least it didn't leave her time to feel.

[Vyn]

Jiaro's grin was suited for the face of a demon, all seeped in darkness and baring the slightest hint of death in the small appearance of fangs. He could tear her to pieces now, being young had not saved the children whose skulls he wore upon his crimson gloves.

[Rar. Vyn has to run. This will be finished ASAP.]