Post by seraaches on Aug 19, 2009 23:42:58 GMT -5
(( Vyn, sorry this didn't work out with Jovan. . . It didn't actually follow anything i expected it to, though why that should be with characters like Se, Dre, Sid, and IRA in it, who knows. ><; You can have his head to smash, if you'd like it. . . >>;;;; Includes: Sid, Dre, Iggy, Se, and Ira, with Xiven mentioned towards the end. ))
It could have been a day like any other, but, in the end, it wasn’t. A day filled with betrayal and treachery, broken hearts and broken bodies, and one very dead Queen.
When Sid returned to the Court a second time, thankfully with Drostan in tow, he hadn’t expected to be the cause of regicide, despite his often fervent dreams to that very end. Those dreams, of course, had him proudly slaughtering the murderer, with exclamations from the masses of how thankful they were for his intercession. Yes, they were lovely dreams in the heart of the teenager. For now, however, his mind was simply filled with relief that he had his Aunt Dre’s pet back in his care and that nightmare was over.
He pulled the Ace along with him as he made his way down the marbled hallways, the leash looped through the fingers of his mechanical hand. He had come a back way, with the lack of people at the Court there was no more than one, and this way had a tendency for being deserted. Teal ears perked up as he caught sight of not only Aunt Dre, but also Uncle Iggy at the end of the hallway. They paused in their discussion, seemingly unaware of his presence. A smile pulled around his long fangs and he began to pick up his pace, hoping to surprise them. He stopped suddenly, however—so quickly that Drostan actually ran into his hindquarters— when Ira also stepped into the hallway. A glower covered the teen’s face and he flattened his ears, trying to decide just what clever thing he could snap at his once-beloved Auntith to prove his hatred now. Unfortunately, he couldn’t remember his memorized retorts.
Ira stared down at the paperwork, idly waving the bone hand as he spoke. “Well, I don’t see any problem with this, except for the obvious things.” Which were, of course, that the list of names were people that had either already died or certainly hadn’t aided Rai in any way whatsoever. Still, it was easier to agree now and wait for Se to forget about it than to fight. For some reason, the Queen had been more agitated as of late and Ira had found himself having to remind his brother more and more often that there late father was, indeed, late. Perhaps it was time for a long, long vacation in the old country. . .
Se stalked beside his taller brother, shoulders hunched and wings couched around him as though expecting attack. Green eyes slipped one way and the next, noting not only his mind and the ghost that was apparently haunting it, but some small creature down the other direction. It looked familiar. It irritated him. His lip curled up in an angry snarl. “Dead, they all have to be dead,” he growled under his breath and he turned to snap his teeth towards the irritation. Why did it look familiar?
“And they will be,” Ira answered amicably before noticing what his brother was snarling at. A smile lit his face and he waved jovially towards Sid with the bone hand.
Sid stared in disbelief. Auntith had FATHER’S HAND. Rage broiled through him again and he gave an angry squeal of rage, charging down the hallway, heedless of anything but making Ira pay for this outrage.
The sound gathered the husband and wife’s attention and Dre gave a gasp of shock. She reacted immediately, freezing Sid’s feet to the floor with her Queen’s ability. Grim-faced, Iggy broke into a swift run, his red and yellow feet beating an urgent tattoo on the floor. Dre followed after him, summoning Sarai from the Heart on her breast. They had to keep Se from noticing Sid’s attack!
Their efforts, sadly, were to no avail. The sound of hooves coming towards him caused The Queen to hiss, wings flaring wide as he prepared to lunge at the small thing himself. Ira launched himself against his brother, sending both of them to the ground. The bone hand skittered down the hallway, sliding swiftly to bump against one wall and come to rest not far from Sid.
The teen’s attention had been fully on his feet, trying to pull them off the floor, though no effort seemed strong enough. His pale eyes shot to the hand however and all of his feathers fluffed out. He couldn’t move? Fine! He couldn’t exactly sit with his legs frozen to the floor in a gallop stride, but he threw all of his concentration on Ira.
Ira was surprised to find himself suddenly floating six feet off the ground and upside down. This unexpected removal of his person from atop his brother left Se free, though, and the cannibal’s eyes quickly flicked across the Cards in the hallway to ascertain who had caught him. No doubt, however, once he twisted his head around to see Sid’s look of extreme concentration. A smile touched his lips; aww! Sid was trying to protect him! That was so sweet!
“Ignatius!” Dre gasped his name, and Iggy nodded fiercely; he could see as well as she that Se was getting up to attack again. The hallway had never seemed longer; they wouldn’t reach him before he could reach Sid.
Se had his feet under him, growling ferally as he pushed off with both his clawed hands and his feet to gain additional purchase. His wings moved with him, giving a strong beat to help shoot him forward.
The seconds ticked by; Dre couldn’t control Sid to make him move out of the way. For the first time she cursed her inability to do that without being submerged in water. “Sid!”
Ira’s eyes flashed as he suddenly recalled the danger his favourite sort-of nephew was in, and his pain ability bit into Se’s flesh. The small bites didn’t seem to even faze the Yarrow mix, though his muscles would twitch from time to time.
Dre twisted her hold on Sarai; if she could launch the glaive just right, she should be able to trip up her uncle. “Iggy, duck!” She trusted him to do so, and purposefully launched her weapon to hit the ground before it reached Se; the momentum should carry the glaive beneath The Queen’s feet.
Ignatius ducked as Dre told him, and suddenly had a way to stop his friend. The crown of thorns blossomed on Se’s head and The Queen stumbled at the sudden, very unexpected weight. Behind him, also unexpectedly, Dre cursed.
Their perception of the length of the hallway was nothing compared to the slow motion now. Sarai rotated gracefully through the air, despite her inappropriateness for such a purpose. She glided downwards towards her intended mark, but the floor was no longer empty. The blade sliced neatly through one side the man’s back and biting deeply.
Shock broke Sid’s concentration on his Auntith and Ira hit the floor with a crash that resumed time to its normal flow. Dre couldn’t move, staring in shock at what she’d done. Ira was on his feet, however, and moving quickly to the prone body of his brother.
Se hissed in pain and anger, unable to even form words. The lithe cannibal stared dispassionately down at the man he’d given so much for. He jerked the glaive our from Se’s back, causing the human’s entire body to jerk. Pain sliced at Ira’s left leg and he absently blocked it as well as he could. He activated his weapon ability almost simultaneously and suddenly cut the man’s head off.
Sid’s jaw dropped and he could have seen the same expression on Dre and Iggy’s faces if he’d been able to look away. Well, less on Iggy’s face. The King of Clubs watched impassably as Ira killed the man that he, too, had been protecting for years.
Ira, however, was not done. He reversed his hold on the golden shaft, sliding his hand up near the blade. Without hesitation, he stretched out first one wing, then the other, and hacked them off at the joint. The stallion tossed them to one side and slid the blade down his deceased brother’s back.
“That’s ENOUGH, Father!” Dre cried, desummoning Sarai, though just the thought of that gore resting ‘inside’ of her made her want to twitch.
Ira ignored his daughter, reaching one hand in and, with a mighty jerk, ripped Se’s spine from his body. With a brief nod, he gathered the two hefty wings, oblivious to the awkward burden they represented and headed down the hallway, pausing only briefly to smile at his favourite half-brother. Drostan whimpered behind Sid, still pulling as hard as he could against his leash—though Sid’s frozen feet had kept him as an unwilling witness. Crimson dripped on him as Ira continued his way down the hall. A trail of blood followed behind him.
Sid stared at the dismembered body of his other worst enemy and couldn’t even begin to make sense of it, though, relatively speaking, Se’s body wasn’t malformed. Suddenly, Dre’s wings enveloped him as she hid the sight from the teen’s view, looking beseechingly over her shoulder at Ignatius. Drostan stuck so tightly to Dre’s side, he very well might have been attached.
Whatever he might have been thinking, the bull/mouse hybrid moved into action. He stepped into one of the rooms nearby and finally spotted the curtains. He jerked them down and carried it out to cover the body. The funeral shroud was a bright red and soaked up the blood nicely. “Take him to our suite,” he suggested to the distraught Queen.
Dre nodded and quickly rose. She pulled Sid along with her, though the teen kept trying to look back, eyes wide. She contacted guards on the way, and they rushed to Ignatius’ assistance. She made one last stop before going to the suite.
The Highlander mix knocked loudly on Xiven’s door; she was trying to keep herself from shaking. When the cat opened the portal—thankfully! Dre hadn’t even thought of what to do if Xiven hadn’t answered—the woman spoke gravely.
“His Majesty Se is dead.” Dre couldn’t think of what else to say; those who knew her could see she was barely hanging on right now, and those who didn’t would still know she was terribly shaken. “Long live the Court of Hearts.”
Her voice didn’t waver over those words, but her eyes bespoke something terrible. She stared at the Torquehelm for a long moment. “I’m so sorry, Xiven.” It was unclear exactly for wot she was apologizing, but Dre turned and hurried away, Drostan still at her side like any well-trained pet. Sid stared up at the other Queen of Hearts then waved at her, unaware that he did so with the bone hand clutched in his mechanical hand. He cantered ungainly after his aunt, leaving the distant sounds of guards’ shouts to fill in the silence.
It could have been a day like any other, but, in the end, it wasn’t. A day filled with betrayal and treachery, broken hearts and broken bodies, and one very dead Queen.
When Sid returned to the Court a second time, thankfully with Drostan in tow, he hadn’t expected to be the cause of regicide, despite his often fervent dreams to that very end. Those dreams, of course, had him proudly slaughtering the murderer, with exclamations from the masses of how thankful they were for his intercession. Yes, they were lovely dreams in the heart of the teenager. For now, however, his mind was simply filled with relief that he had his Aunt Dre’s pet back in his care and that nightmare was over.
He pulled the Ace along with him as he made his way down the marbled hallways, the leash looped through the fingers of his mechanical hand. He had come a back way, with the lack of people at the Court there was no more than one, and this way had a tendency for being deserted. Teal ears perked up as he caught sight of not only Aunt Dre, but also Uncle Iggy at the end of the hallway. They paused in their discussion, seemingly unaware of his presence. A smile pulled around his long fangs and he began to pick up his pace, hoping to surprise them. He stopped suddenly, however—so quickly that Drostan actually ran into his hindquarters— when Ira also stepped into the hallway. A glower covered the teen’s face and he flattened his ears, trying to decide just what clever thing he could snap at his once-beloved Auntith to prove his hatred now. Unfortunately, he couldn’t remember his memorized retorts.
Ira stared down at the paperwork, idly waving the bone hand as he spoke. “Well, I don’t see any problem with this, except for the obvious things.” Which were, of course, that the list of names were people that had either already died or certainly hadn’t aided Rai in any way whatsoever. Still, it was easier to agree now and wait for Se to forget about it than to fight. For some reason, the Queen had been more agitated as of late and Ira had found himself having to remind his brother more and more often that there late father was, indeed, late. Perhaps it was time for a long, long vacation in the old country. . .
Se stalked beside his taller brother, shoulders hunched and wings couched around him as though expecting attack. Green eyes slipped one way and the next, noting not only his mind and the ghost that was apparently haunting it, but some small creature down the other direction. It looked familiar. It irritated him. His lip curled up in an angry snarl. “Dead, they all have to be dead,” he growled under his breath and he turned to snap his teeth towards the irritation. Why did it look familiar?
“And they will be,” Ira answered amicably before noticing what his brother was snarling at. A smile lit his face and he waved jovially towards Sid with the bone hand.
Sid stared in disbelief. Auntith had FATHER’S HAND. Rage broiled through him again and he gave an angry squeal of rage, charging down the hallway, heedless of anything but making Ira pay for this outrage.
The sound gathered the husband and wife’s attention and Dre gave a gasp of shock. She reacted immediately, freezing Sid’s feet to the floor with her Queen’s ability. Grim-faced, Iggy broke into a swift run, his red and yellow feet beating an urgent tattoo on the floor. Dre followed after him, summoning Sarai from the Heart on her breast. They had to keep Se from noticing Sid’s attack!
Their efforts, sadly, were to no avail. The sound of hooves coming towards him caused The Queen to hiss, wings flaring wide as he prepared to lunge at the small thing himself. Ira launched himself against his brother, sending both of them to the ground. The bone hand skittered down the hallway, sliding swiftly to bump against one wall and come to rest not far from Sid.
The teen’s attention had been fully on his feet, trying to pull them off the floor, though no effort seemed strong enough. His pale eyes shot to the hand however and all of his feathers fluffed out. He couldn’t move? Fine! He couldn’t exactly sit with his legs frozen to the floor in a gallop stride, but he threw all of his concentration on Ira.
Ira was surprised to find himself suddenly floating six feet off the ground and upside down. This unexpected removal of his person from atop his brother left Se free, though, and the cannibal’s eyes quickly flicked across the Cards in the hallway to ascertain who had caught him. No doubt, however, once he twisted his head around to see Sid’s look of extreme concentration. A smile touched his lips; aww! Sid was trying to protect him! That was so sweet!
“Ignatius!” Dre gasped his name, and Iggy nodded fiercely; he could see as well as she that Se was getting up to attack again. The hallway had never seemed longer; they wouldn’t reach him before he could reach Sid.
Se had his feet under him, growling ferally as he pushed off with both his clawed hands and his feet to gain additional purchase. His wings moved with him, giving a strong beat to help shoot him forward.
The seconds ticked by; Dre couldn’t control Sid to make him move out of the way. For the first time she cursed her inability to do that without being submerged in water. “Sid!”
Ira’s eyes flashed as he suddenly recalled the danger his favourite sort-of nephew was in, and his pain ability bit into Se’s flesh. The small bites didn’t seem to even faze the Yarrow mix, though his muscles would twitch from time to time.
Dre twisted her hold on Sarai; if she could launch the glaive just right, she should be able to trip up her uncle. “Iggy, duck!” She trusted him to do so, and purposefully launched her weapon to hit the ground before it reached Se; the momentum should carry the glaive beneath The Queen’s feet.
Ignatius ducked as Dre told him, and suddenly had a way to stop his friend. The crown of thorns blossomed on Se’s head and The Queen stumbled at the sudden, very unexpected weight. Behind him, also unexpectedly, Dre cursed.
Their perception of the length of the hallway was nothing compared to the slow motion now. Sarai rotated gracefully through the air, despite her inappropriateness for such a purpose. She glided downwards towards her intended mark, but the floor was no longer empty. The blade sliced neatly through one side the man’s back and biting deeply.
Shock broke Sid’s concentration on his Auntith and Ira hit the floor with a crash that resumed time to its normal flow. Dre couldn’t move, staring in shock at what she’d done. Ira was on his feet, however, and moving quickly to the prone body of his brother.
Se hissed in pain and anger, unable to even form words. The lithe cannibal stared dispassionately down at the man he’d given so much for. He jerked the glaive our from Se’s back, causing the human’s entire body to jerk. Pain sliced at Ira’s left leg and he absently blocked it as well as he could. He activated his weapon ability almost simultaneously and suddenly cut the man’s head off.
Sid’s jaw dropped and he could have seen the same expression on Dre and Iggy’s faces if he’d been able to look away. Well, less on Iggy’s face. The King of Clubs watched impassably as Ira killed the man that he, too, had been protecting for years.
Ira, however, was not done. He reversed his hold on the golden shaft, sliding his hand up near the blade. Without hesitation, he stretched out first one wing, then the other, and hacked them off at the joint. The stallion tossed them to one side and slid the blade down his deceased brother’s back.
“That’s ENOUGH, Father!” Dre cried, desummoning Sarai, though just the thought of that gore resting ‘inside’ of her made her want to twitch.
Ira ignored his daughter, reaching one hand in and, with a mighty jerk, ripped Se’s spine from his body. With a brief nod, he gathered the two hefty wings, oblivious to the awkward burden they represented and headed down the hallway, pausing only briefly to smile at his favourite half-brother. Drostan whimpered behind Sid, still pulling as hard as he could against his leash—though Sid’s frozen feet had kept him as an unwilling witness. Crimson dripped on him as Ira continued his way down the hall. A trail of blood followed behind him.
Sid stared at the dismembered body of his other worst enemy and couldn’t even begin to make sense of it, though, relatively speaking, Se’s body wasn’t malformed. Suddenly, Dre’s wings enveloped him as she hid the sight from the teen’s view, looking beseechingly over her shoulder at Ignatius. Drostan stuck so tightly to Dre’s side, he very well might have been attached.
Whatever he might have been thinking, the bull/mouse hybrid moved into action. He stepped into one of the rooms nearby and finally spotted the curtains. He jerked them down and carried it out to cover the body. The funeral shroud was a bright red and soaked up the blood nicely. “Take him to our suite,” he suggested to the distraught Queen.
Dre nodded and quickly rose. She pulled Sid along with her, though the teen kept trying to look back, eyes wide. She contacted guards on the way, and they rushed to Ignatius’ assistance. She made one last stop before going to the suite.
The Highlander mix knocked loudly on Xiven’s door; she was trying to keep herself from shaking. When the cat opened the portal—thankfully! Dre hadn’t even thought of what to do if Xiven hadn’t answered—the woman spoke gravely.
“His Majesty Se is dead.” Dre couldn’t think of what else to say; those who knew her could see she was barely hanging on right now, and those who didn’t would still know she was terribly shaken. “Long live the Court of Hearts.”
Her voice didn’t waver over those words, but her eyes bespoke something terrible. She stared at the Torquehelm for a long moment. “I’m so sorry, Xiven.” It was unclear exactly for wot she was apologizing, but Dre turned and hurried away, Drostan still at her side like any well-trained pet. Sid stared up at the other Queen of Hearts then waved at her, unaware that he did so with the bone hand clutched in his mechanical hand. He cantered ungainly after his aunt, leaving the distant sounds of guards’ shouts to fill in the silence.
