Renegotiation [Ktu/Archi/Psych+others]

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[OPEN] Renegotiation [Ktu/Archi/Psych+others]

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE

RayoDeSoleil

06-06-2013, 11:24 PM

You can sleep with a gun but

When you gonna wake up and fight?

She was pleased to find that her niece seemed to agree with her own thoughts on the situation, even more so when she was allowed to depart in the company of the Grey to renegotiate the terms of the agreement. She was, however, slightly perplexed, though she was careful to keep her face coldly neutral. Let them think that her hatred ran deep - it would be the truth, after all - and it would serve her well to have them fear her, to question her motives, as so many already did. She wondered as she walked in silence behind Ophelia how her orders had become so mangled - had Arah and Roland failed her, forgotten her instructions? Or had her terms been twisted by the mercenary band? If it were the former, this should be an easy task, an easy wrong to right; if it were the latter, she would likely find herself disappointed and enraged. Perhaps this was why Ophelia held herself so tight-lipped as they entered the Foothills; perhaps she knew what had gone wrong and either agreed with her aunt's opinions, or was frustrated than her aunt had caught on.

Too many maybes, too many what ifs. The walk had been tiring, though she worked hard to hold herself regally. The wound on her jaw had stopped bleeding before they had even left the Basin, though it still hurt slightly from her stance, which pulled the skin taut. It was shallow, thankfully, but then head wounds always hurt more than wounds on the rest of the body. It did not pain her as much as her tailbone, however - Kri had not been kind when her wing had descended upon the shade's haunches. She had a lovely bruise, and a soreness as her hips swayed with her gait. She might be proud, and she might have bested the skyrat by a hair, but she was not stupid. She was in no shape to battle again now, if it came to that, and suddenly she wished that she had a larger escort, comprised of her own. It would be easy to break her now, when she had no chance of victory or even escape.

The Dark Empress had placed her trust in the ivory minx before her. She hoped that she had not been played for a fool.

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Walk walk walk.
"Talk talk talk."
Think think think.

Psyche