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02-22-2015, 07:09 PM
Hotaru
and Alice
Children should not play at games they had no business meddling with, Hotaru thought lightly to herself. A call had screamed across the tundra, and Hotaru rolled her eyes so fiercely she feared they might simply drop out of her head. At least she wouldn’t have to burn them upon the sight of whatever banshee was calling her supposed name. Why was it that her enemies were never intelligent enough to recall her name? Did they think she would be offended by their lack of creativity? No, it merely made the whole business of figuring out which Basiner was to answer the call that much harder. How was Hotaru to know the bitch meant her, after all? What if Hotaru wasn’t a coward? But of course, it was always Hotaru. So when the harpy called for her, Hotaru had to go and do her bidding. Who else would clean up the mess? Furthermore, it left Hotaru even more indebted to the wonderful Thranduil. She appreciated his possessiveness; after all she paralleled it beautifully. He was her idiot thief, she would have felt the same if the little bitch would have gone after his skin too. But still, Aurelia had added witless insult to injury by promising yet another future display of gratitude for the beautiful thief. Hotaru would have to…show her the error of her ways, of course. It was simply a kindness. With the sigh she usually reserved for when Arya was running around like the naïve foal she used to be, Hotaru set out to deal with the banshee child. Of course the little lass couldn’t have waited on the chilled Basin pathway, so Hotaru could have simply kicked her off it and watched her tumble. No, instead she had chosen a sweltering day on which to fight. It was a foolish mistake, because irritating Hotaru further was perhaps the worst thing Aurelia could have chosen to do. Nevertheless she took her time, allowing her anger to simmer and boil - a tempest in a teapot. The path towards the heavens was paved in rock and ruin, and with ease of mind and body she clambered upon it. The music of her hooved approach heralded the gathering of her supporters, standing aside in the distance. Aviya, her lovely Rhiannon, a nameless fae and, most shocking of the quartet, the brute she’d crossed paths with once already - Gaucho. Whether he was there to watch her fail or triumph over his once-lamb was to be debated, but she liked to think it was the latter. Alice, previously at her heel, glanced up at her mistress, seeking guidance as they neared the pinnacle of the hill. Hotaru jerked her tiara towards the group in the distance, sending the little one skidding off on a wild trajectory towards Rhiannon and Aviya. Hotaru would not endanger her beloved in this skirmish. Oh, but it was so much more than that. Hotaru wasn’t simply going to whip the whelp and send her on her way. Hotaru was going to crush her bones and drink her marrow, flay her flesh with the tip of her horn until Aurelia was screaming for mercy. Hotaru did not take kindly to imitators, after all. With her herd at her back and the sun beaming cruelly down upon her spine, she waltzed onto the battlefield. Flies clung to her flanks, attracted to the sweat and foam of her skin. A perfect fit against the burned out drought grass, everything around them dead or dying. A morbid, fitting background for the cadence of Hotaru’s thoughts, for her future plans and sick desires. Aurelia’s skin seemed similarly darkened with sweat, but her stocky form was useless in comparison to Hotaru’s lineage. Phaedra sang in her veins, memories of dunes and sands, a stamp on her ass that proudly read Arabian. Heat had nothing on her, she could dance circles around the gilded brat for hours before her endurance failed her. The temporary decline disadvantage of mounting the hill summarily pissed her off, Aurelia’s lording of herself over Hotaru yet another thorn beneath her skin. Patience, she reminded herself. That throne would splinter beneath the weight of Aurelia’s failure. “Looking for me, sweet thing?” It rang out clear and taunting, brutal in its saccharine sarcasm. “Or perhaps…this?” The armor Aurelia sought unfolded with a beautiful metallic ring, a cruel stabbing of light as the sun reflected off its surface. Hotaru hoped her eyes burned out. “It’s so nice to see that your piece of ass didn’t even have the guts to show up herself,” she said pleasantly, even going so far as to cock her hip out where she stood. Get her angry, she thought to herself in a sibilant coo. She’ll make more mistakes. “Why don’t you come get it?” Notes: Further, if Hotaru wins the fight, she wants Aurelia's Earth God feather! Tag: Aurelia (Please tag me! I won't tag you since that's your preference) Word Count: {798/800) Using This Attack: {0/4} First attack goes to Aurelia! |
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