As the towering form of Renekton spun around, Emuishere felt herself thrown away from him landing sharply against a wall. She was not nearly at his physical strength nor his height, making her a nothing more then a paperweight in comparison to the hulking beast that made up her brother. Fury enriched his eyes, causing a painful look to grow in her own. She was not so much afraid as she was deeply hurt by his response and his action.
"You will always be my brother." Emuishere said in a surprisingly caring tone despite the rage that had taken over him. Her tail however, would tuck against the inside of her leg with a look of discomfort, drawing her legs up slightly as she scooted back when he got up in her face. It was more being startled then fear. She didn't believe he would ever harm her. She didn't think he would intentionally cause her pain. He was being led by the fury within him, and she knew his anger well. His hatred towards Nasus was evident, but that didn't mean she would ever stop trying to mend the bonds between them.
"Renekton.." She said, her feline ears tucking back as her hand lifted to the long muzzle so near her face, resting it against his cheek. A Motherly gaze set upon him, iridescent green and gold settling upon his fierce gaze. He could sense the taint of the void, but it was also quite clear she was fighting it with every part of her being. Driven to know that her home was still safe. To know her 'children' were unharmed by the darkness that seemed to consume everything in its path. If it were in fact true that their home world was still in tact, it was evident she had no realization of it. She knows what she saw, and the fury within her that burned at those images like a wild fire could not even begin to touch upon the legendary rage that this demi-god could bear. There was an immeasurable hatred aimed at the Void and all things brought forward by it.
She would someday destroy it. She would do everything in her power to ensure it could never hurt another being.
Her other hand came to rest against his other cheek if he allowed, remaining somewhat submissive towards him so not to further enrage the beast, "If it is still there, then we need to protect it. We must find a way to stop the void."
Then, her upper body bent forward to rest her her head against his, letting the black braids fall softly over her shoulder as she did so. "I love you too much, brother. Please, try to find calm.. please.. try to bear my requests.. I would not ask if I thought it was too much. I do it for all of us."
Post by Butcher of the Sands on Jul 1, 2013 19:24:01 GMT -5
The Butcher let his sister rest her hands and head against his head. His rage quieted itself slightly as she mentioned the threat of the Void to their home. While his rage was still there simmering beneath the surface, ready to explode, a more logical voice demanded to be heard. His home would need protection from this menace. Yet, thinking about it, he could not return until his contract was complete. In fact, that was an integral part of it: his return to the Homeworld once Swain had what he wanted. Even if it were falling, he could not help until he was finished in this world.
This line of reasoning did not improve his mood at all. He might have burst out again in anger at the whole situation, but for a coughing fit that seized him at that moment. He jerked back from Emuishere, and coughed to the side. While his current ailment had been dormant for a while as he spoke to her, it reared its ugly head once again, and only served to deepen his foul mood.
This fit however brought a different thought in mind. He walked past her once he had recovered himself, having remembered that while they talked, she stood hungry. In a more even tone than before, he said as he passed by her, "Come and eat now, for you are hungry. We will resume this conversation at a later time. I will discuss with the Grand General about scrying our home to see how far the Void has spread. From there we can plan further."
He walked through the room to the doors and flung them open. Glancing back to his sister, he remembered something else. Why he had wanted to speak to her in private in the first place. Facing her, he warned in a low voice, "Take note Emuishere. The men and women in this place use people like... tools. I am a tool to them, and they are tools to me. If anyone speaks to you, guard your replies. The walls have ears, and eyes."
Without another word, he took a step out into the hallway and waited for his sister to follow.
Emuishere was thankful that his rage seemed to subside a little. She could feel it ever present within him, and it worried her how much it had appeared to control his actions lately. Her eyes closed, calmed by the feel of him nearby, being able to touch him and offer some level of calm and peace to him. However her eyes jerked open and she quickly climbed to her feet when he began to cough roughly, drawing closer with concern.
"Brother?" She asked worriedly. She would have completely closed the distance had he not regained himself and walked passed her, causing her brow to knit with confusion. A sense of anger rolled from her briefly at the thought that perhaps someone had harmed him. Someone would pay dearly for causing him pain. That Motherly protectiveness was ever present when it came to her brothers as well. Her claws flexed outward more visibly, "What happened? Has someone done this to you?"
When he pushed the conversation back, she frowned and let off a soft hiss showing a slight disagreement with not discussing such important matters now. Still, she didn't press it. Her gaze followed after him, carrying with it concern, "Will you be okay?" She asked as she smoothed the shendyt she wore around her hips and moved to follow.
His warning caused her to pause. What kind of people had he associated himself with? Why would he be with people he couldn't trust? It made no sense to her. Emuishere picked up the pace, quickly slipping her hand around his large bicep to keep herself close by him, ever curiously glancing around as they moved into the hallway. The prospect of food was a good one, but she worried for Renekton. She wondered if she might have to find a way to save him from the people he has associated himself with. Her tail flicked a bit more with agitation at the thought of him being in danger.
"Renekton.." She whispered, looking dwarfed in comparison to his towering height. She was likely no taller then his shoulder as she walked beside him, ears turning every direction to listen out for anything strange. "..I-" Her ears tucked back, lowering her head slightly, "I'm sorry I couldn't have found you sooner."
Post by Butcher of the Sands on Jul 7, 2013 20:56:06 GMT -5
As he strode down the hall, with his sister on his arm and eyes glaring at anyone who cast the duo a glance, he inwardly contemplated his sister's intentions. Though she may not have realized it, her brother could tell she wished him out of Noxus. She wanted to "save" him? How naive. This is what humanity does. Their corrupted minds think in no other way than how to use everything to their own personal advantage. No matter how base it may seem to her, this was how they worked. Using it to his advantage was merely an efficient and effective way to achieve his goal: to return to the Homeworld. Whether his sister would ever understand this or not, was of little concern. It would be better that she stayed out of the way, so as not to fall into the workings of those with power. They would be sure to use her, possibly against him even, if they could.
With these thoughts in mind, Renekton silently turned right after they had passed by a few doors and started to climb down a flight of stairs. While they descended, he made sure not to walk too fast so Emuishere could keep pace. He spoke not a word as they continued down, and in total traversed three flights of stairs before he led them into another hallway. Turning left, he strode to double doors flanked by two guards. He slid his red-tinted eyes from one to the other, as if daring them to stand in their way. Neither met his gaze, but instead opened the double doors to the dining hall before stepping back into position all in unison. Before them lay one long table, elegantly set. For those with the eye for such finery, they would have noticed the shiniest and delicate silverware and the smoothest, finest Chinaware, the hanging crystal chandeliers and burning candles set in silver holders. To the Butcher, this was all lost on him.
Walking to the closest end of the table to them, he pulled back a chair and indicated with his hand for Emuishere to sit in it. While she took a seat, he would beckon a servant over with one of the talon's on his right hand. Once they approached him, he would state in an even voice that brooked no argument, eyes flashing in a threatening manner, "Get whatever my sister asks for. And quickly."
"There is no such thing as innocence. Only varying degrees of guilt."
It all seemed ominous to the slender feline. A darkness looming that the demi-god could sense. Something within her brother that was mirrored in the long corridors they walked towards their destination. Emuishere found herself clinging a little tighter to his arm, ever watchful with ears perked straight up to take in all the sounds and view all the things they passed. The people, the decor - even the smallest details of patterns in the walls and floors. There was not a single detail she would dare to miss, memorizing the path that lead back towards the Butcher's quarters.
What was this feeling? Her gaze lifted briefly to take in her brother's terrifying visage, not in the slightest bothered by it. That look in his gaze was one unique to the creature as he thought on things. The silence between them only reinforcing her suspicion. She might have said something, but she couldn't think of what to say that wouldn't cause problems out in the hearing range of others.
A small whisper came behind her, causing Emuishere to glance back towards one of the servants. The pair were watching Renekton and Emuishere, but at her glance they instantly straightened and moved away so not to stir the wrath of either beings, nor to ignite some disapproval from their Master. Her tail tucked a little against her leg. She had never encountered such a place, and it caused her discomfort to rise noticeably.
The darkness was broken by illuminations of lamps likely decorating the walls down the stairs. It made the atmosphere all the more daunting to tread through, causing her to wonder what might compel Renekton to live in such a place. It was elegant, sure. It had its qualities. But nothing about it was like the world they lived in. Nothing about it spoke of their land, or the comforts they found there. The tiny chime of her head dress touched the air as her head snapped back forward, ears flattening slightly as they moved down the stairs as if she had grown increasingly ill at ease.
As the steps flattened to the floor, Emuishere perked her ears once more with her tail slowly lifting in a sign of curiosity. The servants gave not even a glance as they opened the door, causing Emuishere to study them with widened eyes. She snapped her gaze forward as they crossed the threshold into the dining area, lifting her head to study the new surroundings.
It was admittedly quite pretty, but she longed to see the temples of their homes, decorated in whites and golds, and gems of various colors. Being lead to a seat, she hesitated, not wishing to release her hold on her brother which had by this point become quite firm. Reluctantly her grip loosened and slowly fell away, seating herself in the chair. She hoped Renekton wouldn't stray far from her. She needed that presence to keep her calm.
Her head shifted slightly, one ear flopping awkwardly as she gripped her head causing the fur on her back and tail to rise. It was the voices. Those tormenting whispers from the Void. She could hardly see straight as the dizzying remnants of its haunt would plague her again.
Post by Butcher of the Sands on Jul 18, 2013 19:55:09 GMT -5
The servant Renekton had beckoned over stepped to Emuishere's shoulder, and asked in a hushed tone, "What may I get for you?" He made sure to keep his face pointing forward in a polite fashion as he waited for a reply. The Butcher's hulking form and watchful gaze also encouraged such a position. One could never tell when he would snap and lose his temper.
As this happened, Renekton rounded the end of the table and came to stand across from his sister. His reptilian eyes remained on the servant, before falling to Emuishere as he rested his right arm on the back of the chair across from her. Leaning on the chair slightly, he noticed her state of agitation. The Void must bothering her, for what else would cause her so much trouble? Being wary of any ears which would spread rumors, he remained silent, even though he wished to heal her of such a malady. But it was not a peaceful silent. Instead, his frustration grew once again, like a pot coming to a boil. This could be evidenced as his right hand began to grip the edge of the wooden chair tighter, and tighter, slowly starting to gouge his talons into the material.
Again, he wondered how best to deal with her Void taint. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as two opposing thoughts pounded against each other. Duty against family. Salvation against kin. Which would win, even he did not yet know. Each choice would bring differing pain to him. On the one hand, he would lose his sister, who had never done him any wrong. And on the other, the Void lay. That impossible and hateful waste.
With these anguishing musings colliding in his head, he stood. Immovable. Silent. Watchful.
"There is no such thing as innocence. Only varying degrees of guilt."
Post by The Master Tactician on Jul 19, 2013 20:31:36 GMT -5
Grim, purposeful, precisely on time, the Grand General strode into the dining hall. The table had already been set and servants ferried drinks and dishes here and there, but all stopped and stood at attention upon their master's entry. Crimson eyes scanned the proceedings, calculating, shrewd, echoed by the helms of the guards who followed right behind--and by the general's hellish bird. With a commanding jerk of his head, the Raedsel knew to take up their places upon each wall, silent sentinels present for both decorum and precaution.
Wordlessly, Swain made his way to the head of the table, where a maid pulled out his chair, her head bowed in respectful submission. He lowered himself into it, two gnarled hands gripping the table to steady his waning form. Once the Master Tactician was settled in his seat, the maids and servants resumed their duties, presenting platters of lavish cuisine to Emuishere and Renekton: deviled eggs and dainty fish filets; spinach salad and ham quiche.
Swain partook of none of this, but extended a trembling hand out over the bounty, addressing Emuishere. "Please, eat your fill. For an honored guest, there is... plenty." His luminous eyes flicked towards the bearer of their pact, holding a message plain enough for one as perceptive as Renekton to discern: something was amiss, and it had not escaped The Raven's calculating gaze.
Emuishere's hand lifted to her head as if trying to nurse a headache. A soft wince of pain flooded her expression swiftly, leaving her to fend off the terrible haunting of the void. Voices beckoned her forward - bring in more, show them the darkness, show them, embrace it.. The grinding sound of talons against wood tearing into it with such ease snapped her from the anguish that assaulted her. Eyes seemed to hint at a strange illumination that was gone within a single blink.
She was about to speak when food began to pour in, along with the man she and Renekton and spoken of briefly. She remembered the caution advised to her by her brother. Another quick wince caused Emuishere to draw her legs up against her chest. She looked pitifully up at Renekton's towering form, stood with an imposing air across from her.
Soon however, she turned her gaze to Swain at his words. A small nod given as she itched at her left ear compulsively, trying to shake the sounds of the unwelcome company within her mind.
Post by Butcher of the Sands on Jul 28, 2013 18:21:52 GMT -5
At the Grand General's entrance, the Culler of Noxus released his death grip on the chair, fragments of wood still clinging in between his talons. He worked his fingers, letting the splinters fall out as he watched as the Raedsel positioned themselves in the room and as the servants delivered food to the table. He remembered his own unfinished dinner left in his residence, but he had no appetite to eat now. Not after what he had learned from his sister.
Whether by coincidence, or fate, another fit of coughing seized him at the moment Swain looked his way. Renekton backed away from the chair to keep the property damage at a minimum, head turned to the side. He doubted the leader of Noxus would be pleased with a destroyed table and chair all in one evening. Additionally, he wished to maintain an outward appearance of calm and control in the general's presence. For the meantime at least.
Having recovered himself, he stepped to the chair once again, and resuming his former position, he replied in a even, yet furious tone, "Grave news has come to me tonight." A pause. "Our Homeworld has been... invaded by the Void."
He stopped there, eyes carefully examining his sister in worry. Though he was glad Emuishere had not spoken much yet, fearing she would give away her condition, he knew the Master Tactitian would be sure to pry further, and the Butcher saw no need in giving any more information than was necessary at the moment.
"There is no such thing as innocence. Only varying degrees of guilt."
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