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02-19-2015, 10:42 PM
Hotaru
and Alice
A cry wrapped like laurel wreaths round the fae's ears, sinking in and drawing her from the light doze she had assumed. Alice perked her fuzzy head up off the ground, tail thumping against the slate and wafting billows of dark smog that exuded naturally from her coat. Hotaru lifted her tiara towards the sound, eyes flickering down towards her demon in silent beckoning. The two exited in tandem, long strides across snowy tundra. Alice was properly subdued, aware that they had an image to uphold that was far more important than a singular meeting with an individual. They would all look upon the pair, a multitude of eyes that all judged in their different ways. Nobody could ever plainly say that they did not, after all. First in priority in the maiden's mind is to associate herself, to find out why she has been summoned, tune in an ear to her Lord and Lady while she is moving in lest she miss something beneath the sound of her approach. Deimos speaks first, forcing a snarled grimace onto the beautiful lady's face. Confutatis. One of her greatest achievements, only lost because of Gaucho's ridiculous notions. But in the end, she had helped secure peace with the Throat, not without some quick wagging of her tongue however. But apparently that was not worthy of note. Hotaru shrugged it off easily as she moved in, eyes locking upon her brindled warrior firstly. A soft touch of her muzzle to Rhiannon's flank, and then Hotaru was focusing upon Ophelia's following words. Silence was all that cloaked her tongue, staring out at her leaders, just another face to them. Another tool to be utilized. Hotaru understood well her place in the herd, her purpose. Just as they had not mentioned Tolio or Esther or Myrddin or Psyche by name. Forgettable. It curdled bitter and unpleasant on her tongue, but she said nothing regardless. There was no real use for sentimentality, her random bouts of it were mere distractions. Healers were called to hand, but Hotaru did not answer nor speak in regards to that. She was a hurricane, a devil cloaked in spring robes. Hotaru hurt, she broke things with a purposeful intent. The she-wolf was incapable of healing others. She would have to find another use, another purpose, if they decided they needed more of her somehow. Her only words came to echo out in favor of Sialia's and Saffron's words, both known mares for the young thief. "Confutatis is dark as coal, with a distinct skull marking upon her face, and a blinded eye. She has hair of silver and a mouth of sores from her acidic bite." Her eyes never wavered from where they leisurely swept between Ophelia and Deimos. It was tempting to give descriptions of Ktulu and Archibald as well, but her eyes pierced down upon her Lady as if executing a bitter sort of mocking. She knew the relationship between Ophelia and Ktulu. Had been there when Ophelia had abandoned her herd, the coward she had once been. Hotaru's emotions were eternally conflicted regarding the icy woman, she doubted they ever would settle. Perhaps it was time she finally sought her out. Summary: Arrives, says nothing until the end where she describes Confutatis for Sialia. |
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