Generation of Terror Begins

[tigs]

Proud and regal she stood, the embodiment of terror, your worst nightmare come true. Empty optics of a more hollowed gaze than the curious cub she'd once been. The first to rise, the daughter Puppet Master, Jiaro's dark princess, now a dark goddess to his dark god.

Lioness with a powerful form, she was as pride-inspiring as she was horrifying. The spine along her back had grown with age, thanks to the power of her magic ruby. Speaking of that, she was more than anticipating the many powers of her full human form. Stunning she'd be, and unlike in Euclides form, she could pass easily for the beauty her mother was. But once she reverted, you realized just who you were dealing with.

Now to create a name for herself. To gather those who would not cower in her shadow, but knew their place in regards to this dark goddess of destruction. Were there any who could qualify that were not related to her? She'd decided early on that she'd have none of her siblings nor relatives in her Cast. It was just easier on her that way, less egocentric idiocy to deal with.

Surely there would be those who dared to oppose her, to test her, but they'd learn their lessons. She'd see to that. But what of that shadow in the back of her mind? It had been ever so recent... Lexx... was he taken by any Cast? And could she take the chance of being near him, and exposing those emotions which even now were locked hard and sealed behind a very charred and ebony door. She'd see.

For now she prowled, her head high, ivory mane flying in whisps about her widly. A slow chuckle escaped her lips as she walked, feeling the terror that seemed to rise in the air as she announced her growth, and the arrival of this final form.

[Kitty Love]

There was another lurking here, one who was forever lurking and perpetually thinking. She had resigned herself to the life of a shadow, always inconspicuous and nothing to be concerned about, unless she wanted to be. and for now she didn't want to be and, considering that she had been her before the damsel below stepped foreword, her movements didn't have a chance to give her away.

She sat upon her perch, a gargoyle guardian of an older building in the fancied Gothic style, the look upon her face much the same as the sentinel's, blank and uninterested, but something flickered beneath the stone surface, just like her tail flickered in thought. This one, she was one of Jiarokumo's brats. She debated on whether or not to simply slip away into the shadows of the night but decided against it, there could be some fun to be had here and she was always up for a bit of fun.

She lept from her perch, landing gracefully upon the ground, only the softest of thuds being coaxed into the air from her paws. She stepped casually toward the female Puppet Master, not making any hint of submission toward her, she had her own spine, and didn't need to steal it from others. However, she knew that wouldn't be the only cause of this girl's strength, she was her father's daughter now wasn't she?

As she stepped closer to the girl a smirk graced her muzzle, blank irises peering at Kyva almost giddily, except coupled with the smirk it lost it's happy edge. She spoke as well, her voice a bit raspy and deep for a females. "all grown up now aye Kyvabikuna?" She'd never officially met the girl, and yet she knew her name, she knew all their names, she wouldn't be a good huntress if she didn't know her prey.

[tigs]

Not concerned in the least, she looked down her lioness' nose at the simple Director. A Murder she may be, but only if given the chance. It seemed she was airheaded enough to have no fear in her body... yet. Why was it she was always stuck with the idiots? Ever since she was a child, unless she approached her own fancied company, she was stuck with those who understood the importance of neither rank, nor type, not heritage. Really, had they been hiding away so long as to ignore the ways of the Euclides society for so long?

Sighing to herself, she saw a potential piece of art in the making. She would make a lovely companion to her spineless brother. Except he had been innocent, whereas she was simply arrogant. Her mother had spoken of this foolish director before, a buffoon, cast out of Jiaro's cast for a much more capable director. And to think, females were supposed to be the more desirable Directors... she must have really screwed up big time. The thought amused her, and gave her a higher ground... not like she needed it. Games she was not in the mood for, serious business had been her aim.

"I advise you to seek entertainment elsewhere, foolish Director. Your childish antics didn't amuse my father, nor shall they amuse me. I am looking for a capable Cast, and his toss-outs are not appealing, sorry to say." She had to impress him with whatever bunch she managed to come up with. Lexx appealed to her on more than one level for this reason- wouldn't it be a wonderful bragging right to have a multi-hybrid in her midst? She could cover any other reasons she might want him around- simply for the fact that his presence in a Cast would be desirable.

But... it took more than two for this, and so she had continued walking, deciding on whether or not it was worth answering the femme's question. "Congratulations, you've mastered the gift of sight." She commented, smirking to herself. Perhaps she took some joy in the ones who tried to bother her so... simply because it gave her something to do. She liked to prove her worth, rather than be worshipped like her little guard-cat had done. Now in the perfect age to instruct him, her venomous tongue would be worth as much as her powerful form. Pity he was related to her, else she might have wanted him in her Cast, would all go well.

She wanted a female Director... it was true, sadly... and yet she knew that there were more to be had. One was related to her... but a little Magician girl was not. However, Magicians were doubtable... and so she wished for a more appealing Type. A Murder would have been nice... but really, she'd already gone over this, what would Jiaro think of his daughter taking in his cast-out Director? Perhaps she at least had some links worth investigating... after all, a Director would like to keep track of their competition, being so sought after. A bemused smile came slowly to her lips as that devious mind worked its charm and she wondered if the little femme would play into her curiosities.

[Kitty Love]

It wasn't air headedness that brought about her lack of fear, it was the fact that she'd adopted a fatalist point of view, if you were going to die you were going to die and there wasn't anything you could do about it so there's no point in trying. If Kyva were to do her in, then that's how it was meant to go and no regrets would be held in whatever after-life she'd be gifted with. She was well aware of the fact that the larger female could and, if provoked, would kill her no questions asked.

She wasn't surprised in the least about the tone the girls voice held and merely clicked her tongue at her. "My, my, you certainly are quick to judge, but pretty faces generally are." It wasn't that she was -trying- to get under her skin, this was merely how Tama was to everyone, no special treatment. She even began to circle her, but it was a slow, almost lazy circle, no threat intended she just needed to move. "Although I'm sure your parents passed on the word of the pitiful ex-director of Jiarokumo, and I must say I whole heartedly agree, she was quite the worthless beast." She flickered her tail, the few little snippets of her past that clung to her mind made a quick slide show in her head coaxing an angry swipe at the air from her tail.

"In fact, she quite deserved to be discarded. denying her heritage as she did, such a shame." She ventured closer to Kyva, looking up at her, a lopsided smile upon her muzzle. "I don't try and be anything but what I was meant to be, no hiding my desires behind a false mask of innocence, stupidity and displaced arrogance. In fact, my dear, I have a few words that beg of your ears alone..." she paused briefly, her facial expression dropping back to it's characteristic frown, "If you're interested."

She did indeed speak as if the one Jiaro cast out was a completely different Euclides, but she believed that to be the truth. From what she could remember, as her past was extremely fuzzy in her mind, and what she picked up from the few who used to know her, she hated that foolish girl she used to be, even more then she hated Jiaro, funny how her interest was peaked by one of his spawn, not even she could begin to explain this sudden draw to girl, perhaps it was the power that saturated her aura, who knows.

[tigs]

Kyva's thoughts about Lexx had luckily calmed her, and the comment about beauty almost brought a blush to her face. She had to be careful where she thought such things, it wouldn't do to blush in front of this Director. Instead, she furrowed her brows and tried to think of what 'pretty faces' had to do with anything. She knew she was stunning, in the way of a Lady Reaper, of course... she'd inherited her father's ego with her new form.

"I judge only from what I hear. If you prove me otherwise, I'd gladly change my opinion. But you speak as if a lot has changed... talk is cheap, however." How peculiar, an open invitation. Did this Director deem herself worthy now of being in Kyvabikuna's Cast? And... would she have the want to take the chance to prove it? Time would tell, less time than she'd anticipated, in fact, because it seemed the Director had a question to ask of her.

Not at all bothered by the circling, she stopped and stood, waiting for the female to continue. "Feel free to speak, there is no one here but me, I am travelling on a solo quest this day." She looked up at the sky which was fading to night. Good help was so hard to find, it seemed. That, or her father was scooping them up faster than she was finding them. No, his Cast was nice and settled... she'd find hers soon with patience.

Kyvabikuna was used to getting respect from her irritation, and even more from the power which seemed to breathe off her in wafts of a slow perfume. Maybe this 'new' Aribas'tama had something worthwhile to ask. If she was, indeed, transformed into what a true Murder, and a Director, should be... then perhaps Jiaro would be nicely surprised. Kyva wouldn't take credit for changing her, no, Jiaro didn't fall for such lies, but it would still be amusing to let him know that his previous cast-out had now surpassed anything he could have ever expected of her.

Kyva's eyes suddenly seemed to darken a few shades, a sure sign as any for those who knew her, that her interest had been caught. Now, she waited for these private words.

[ferabird]

No adult perhaps, but even the young had a certain amount of intuition about them. Sinnarnbi had heard about Jairo... those fearful whispers exchanged by the occupants of the massive theater. She heard mention of his brood, snatches of stories and descriptions. She couldn't recall the name of the lioness who wore the spine of her unfortunate brother.... but she knew of her.

The little tigress of bright and agitated red was curiously following the grown Puppet Mistress, slinking cautiously in her wake with kittenishly large ears pricked in every bit of alertness that she could manage. A mere puppet... one curiously devoid of fur but for a smoke-like tuft at the end of her tail. She looked like she'd bathed in blood, the stripes upon her figure scorches left behind by the flames that her type were named after.

Curiously she listened to the exchange between the pair, slipping back and beneath one of the plushly-cushioned seats of the theater. Curiosity was one thing... but she was no suicide type. She hardly felt the need to trot openly after the dark lioness. No- she'd mauled a child before, and would probably do so again. The thought alone of one of those taloned paws at her spine made the youngling shudder, a faint fear-scent wafting off of her smallish figure.

[Kitty Love]

"Actually, there are two things, one isn't of such importance. however, it involves a rival you might not know you had." She sat back upon her haunches, curling her tail around her form and letting it's tip rest near her paws. She was compelled by some element of this dark queen's aura to get into her good graces, whether this meant a position in her cast to be, or merely someone the girl didn't wish to maul, it mattered not. "There is an up and coming Chiroptae Master whom aspires to challenge your name, or rather, your name's place in the talk of others." She was twisting the ritual Puppet Master's words into her favor, something to perhaps spark the interest of the vision before her. "He seems like no real threat to you m'dear, a mere insect in comparison to the promise you radiate, but still one of interest to be aware of."

She tiled her head a bit, grinning in the same lopsided manner as she ad before, only her eyes held a touch of wild energy her form didn't currently posses, which radiated into her voice. "however, another observation I have made is of one of your younger half siblings, one I presume you hold contempt for?" She studied the visage of the queen before her, studying for any twitches or any subtle shifts so she could adjust her words to fit her mood.

However, they were not the only two here, Kyva's ever present shadow was lurking in well... the shadows, keeping himself tucked away. Vashikaebrij felt somewhat displaced recently, Kyva was grown and Lovar, his imaginary friend, had left him. no matter how he called to the imaginary being, hen ever came forward, his innocence had been compromised and Lovar could no longer be responsible for holding back the other being which lurked within Vash's mind, it was only a matter of time now.

But Vash was still the sweet boy he'd been when he and Kyva had originally crossed paths, in fact he was much like their other half sibling, Kaejalin, only not as brave. however, he noticed the other bebe and quickly made his way to her, a touch of panic lacing his voice as he whispered to her. "What do you think you are doing? Either one of them would kill you, and in a none to pleasant way." He'd learned much from Kyva, including information about the various types and even some key names to not forget, however she hadn't yet been able to crack into his core and release the side of that held all the bad personality traits, anger, aggression, the ability to kill, and he'd seen how it frustrated her, and he also had it in his head that Tama was on the fast track to making his idol angry, and he didn't wish an innocent bystander to be the receiver of either's aggression.

"Follow me." He turned, moving swiftly back to his hiding spot, it was safe there.

[tigs]

Kyvabikuna listened with idle interest. She wasn't really concerned with rumours. Should this 'up and coming chiroptae master' come and actually find his spine enough to seek her, she might actually consider him something more than a simple wannabe. She let herself think on the words before saying them, but decided that if she offended the Director, then so be it.

"Aware, I am. However, I say let him come. If he has the spine to show himself before me, or even to challenge me, I am quite sure he will fall like all the rest. And perhaps... I can help him stop from making such mistakes in the future..." Yes, her closing thought had been a reference to the comment about him having a spine. She was so fascinated with the bone, and even though she only had room on her back for the one she wore, she could still keep some souvenirs at her Cast.

She paused for a second, not having been given a name so it made things a little more difficult. But not really, a name had been on her mind since she'd first registered the words of Aribas'tama. "You mean the fool, Loki? Not contempt really, so much as utter shame and dissapointment that I am related to that thing. His idiocy will always leave him below me, I so desire to see one of my blood actually amount to anything." She sighed dramatically before pausing to think a moment. "Except... I believe my two brothers are destined for power. The ones with their spines intact, I mean." For this, she was glad surprisingly. She still believed that the power they would come into would not surpass hers, so things were fine in her mind.

The flattering by Aribas'tama had helped to calm her, she liked to be admired and adored if she wasn't being feared. It was all a nice balance.

"I scented nothing to tell me anything otherwise, so I'll assume you are Cast-less. You seem to have changed a lot in such short a time, and whereas I'd still like to test your ruthless abilities, I would ask now if you have interest in joining me?" Casual and confident, she knew her offer would be one hard to turn down. She also knew just from conversation that Aribas'tama would not displease her. Even if she turned out to be wrong, there were always ways of... remedying that.

[Modified]

[Kitty Love]

"Now now dear, you're judging to fast again. He's a mere bebe, best to judge one when they come to a full mind and body, Jiarokumo seems to have taken quite the shine to him, and, if by what I've seen is true, he shall be an adult, like you, soon enough. Perhaps even before your own siblings." She was well aware that she was small, with muscles which left her just enough power to kill successfully, where as Kyva was larger and built more for strength, so her brave words may get her scolded even if the dark queen seemed in a pleasant mood. It was a Director's job to advise, was it not? She briefly wondered if she'd catch onto the fact that she'd been quite literally stalking her family, why shouldn't one chase down such an unpleasant memory?

Rounded auditories lifted briefly at her query before falling back to their idle position, her lopsided smile evening out into a cruel smirk, a giddy one just wouldn't suit her. So, she wished her to be her Director? My what a lovely turn of events, wouldn't Jiaro just be so pleased? She bit her tongue sharply and caged her laughter before any bit of it was released to other's ears, mainly Kyva's. Perhaps she'd grow to like this first born female of Jiaro's, her ego was as easy to stroke as his, but she held promise, yes indeed she did.

However, she did not accept her offer right away, jumping on an offer was not all professional and downright distasteful in her eyes. Yes, to most this offer -would- be one to jump all over, but Tama wasn't one to rush into things. She rose up onto all four paws once more, going into another lazy circle around the younger feline, briefly brushing her silky plume under her chin. "I will accept your offer my dear." And with this she shifted hr ears back, her cruel smirk intensifying a bit, "But I shan't be your new shadow... you've a half sibling for that." She aloud a chuckle to be emitted briefly before falling silent once more, bringing her tail away from the mixed type puppet master with a swish, the tip curling to keep it just off the ground.

[tigs]

"No, you judge me to think that I am judging too fast. I've watching him a long time, and given my mind multiple opportunities to erase and let him have a new start in my book of opinions. He's a fool, tiresome to my father. My father is an excellent judge of character. I was his dark princess from the very start, and thus was destined for such success. Loki has potential, but he's broken it a thousand times over, he's a childish idiot in the eyes of me, my brother, and many others. You didn't ask about when he was an adult, so please, stay revelant to the topic. You asked about him in the present tense. Presently, he is a foolish child." She was slightly irritated, simply because she didn't like being told what she did or did not think, or being fed to her what she was or was not doing. Nobody knew her well enough to judge that. With a possible exception.

She calmed quickly again however and waited patiently as it seemed the Director was thinking to herself. Though she grinned and made an array of expressions, it was not in Kyva's style to give a damn what she was thinking. It was her mind after all, and none of Kyva's concern. Finally though, it seemed as if she'd come to a conclusion. She had a feeling that it had been all show, after all, what fool would honestly have to think about joining such a potentially powerful cast? A daughter of Jiaro, and possibly a hybrid like none other.... except his brother.

"Good to hear." She paused, scrumching her eyes at the second part. This Director sure liked to throw out comments. "I don't believed I asked nor expected such a thing, but apparently I must have for it warranted a comment." Perhaps it was that she was insulting Kyva's project in a roundabout way... or perhaps she liked her Cast to only have useful things to say to her, but she made sure to let her sarcasm be heard nonetheless. "As for Vash, not only is it his choosing, but I'd watch your words about him... He will become quite dangerous mark my words." Her smile twisted into an entertaining bliss. She wouldn't stop the child from mauling her Director a little if she didn't watch her mouth about him. It seemed she understood that crossing Kyva was dangerous, but she still had other siblings to beware of...

[ferabird]

Pricking her cubbishly overlarge ears, the kit pressed herself more tightly into hiding as the stranger rather suddenly sought her out. Back she somewhat pathetically cowers, kittenish eyes seeming almost to grow larer in what was clearly a cuteness defense mechanism. Yes... she didn't want to get mauled by the spikey boy.

However... he had a point. And the carelessly demanding tone of voice immediately prompted the young burn-type to obey. What more could one expect of a puppet? After all... it was their job to dance on strings pulled by others. At a careful slink she follows her peculiar savior, dropping only her flanks to the floor once they were safely tucked away again.

"My name's Sinnarnbi." Well, what the able little conversationalist. Yes... that's sarcasm. Tone a little on the flat side, she peers after her company for any sign of approval or wrath.

(Pardon the wait! *twitch*)