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10-10-2016, 11:57 PM
Hotaru
and Alice
A cool wind sweeps across the snowbanks, tousling tresses reminiscent of starlight and lazy summer sunbeams. They curl beneath the bi-colored optics of the Valkyrie, staring out into the vast horizon, broken only by towering distant mountains. Out against the colorless landscape, Alice's poisonous royal violet vapor curled like billowing smoke from a pyre. Yet it never seemed to warn away the prey that found its way between the hell-bitch's claws and fangs. Perhaps it was the acid that aided her powerful bite, or the preternatural intelligence and cunning that had developed through being bonded to Hotaru. The Lady snorted softly as the scream of a hare's parting breath broke the still silence of the afternoon, a rush of vindictive pleasure and satisfaction rolling across her soul from a distance. While she had no qualms with the natural order of things, it was eternally exasperating to deal with Alice's vanity whenever she executed a kill. As if Hotaru had not grown bored of her companion's elegance and decisive violence within the first few seasons of being bonded. Alice huffs at Hotaru's conspicuous lack of care and rips into the still-warm meat. Hotaru's tongue curls to her throat at the phantom sensation of hot blood, and severs the link between herself and her sister. It's not something she enjoys, as an herbivore. Chill sets into her delicate limbs, and they carry her forward back along the well-worn tundra trail of the borders, trying to warm herself back up once more. Alice caches the remains of her hare somewhere in the bowels of the earth, intending to return to it later - a trait that Hotaru frowns upon, as it reminds her more of the sly coyotes than the noble wolves that Alice physically resembles. But the blood-stained bitch at least returns to her side then, taking point and scouting ahead the path as was their prerogative. Thus it is Alice who first notices the silent statue of a girl-woman between the shadows of the decrepit Sentinels. The hound slinks closer, unashamed of her crimson chest and jowels, intelligent eyes surveying the lone mare. She awaits at the borders as a visitor is meant to, but makes no sound to draw anyone from the depths of the herdlands. Someone is at the borders. Looks important, Alice points out softly, her odd-shaped but understandable words ringing like a plucked wire down to Hotaru's pricked ears. Like a distant, magical game of telephone. She steals Alice's vision, receiving snippets and snapshots of the silent guest on her doorstep, and decides since she's near she may as well deal with it. The Valkyrie descends towards the valley, hips swaying to keep her control. The snow has not piled up to block them into the mountain ranges yet, but she has learned from years of surviving in the freezing wasteland that it was always ice season. Always. And she'd rather not break an ankle or go flying down the mountain to make a mockery of herself and her title. Alice retreats as she nears, staying a few paces from Hotaru's left shoulder. Creating an odd little triangle between the Lady, the Czarina, and the hound. Long tresses flick idly at pale hocks, and Hotaru levels a stare at the young titan, head tilting as if to gain a better vantage point at which to dissect her. Elegant smile crawls across her lips, a natural response in a facade she has crafted perfectly even before her ascension. "Welcome to the Basin. I am Hotaru the Valkyrie, Lady of these lands. What is it you seek?" The awareness that she had created a name for herself had been extraordinary, and she had embraced the name she had not chosen with pride. Wearing it like a badge of honor and success. But she did not let it inflame or puff her chest or light her eyes, lest she seem like a joker or a liar. The stranger would speak in time, she assumed. She had to be here for something. |
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