Guardian of Escalus

"The Goddess's embrace, the breath of the land... The pair of wings upon her back are the foundation of life. O sinful unborn, embraced to Escalus's bosom and become a sapling to absolve the sin."

[originalheir-blog]

                   What a novice. It was clear by the mess the other left that they were not used to being discrete in any way. She had not yet even attempted to dispose of the corpses! How careless. On the other hand, it was rare for him to stumble upon such a scene. While he was often surrounded by scenes with death being the most prominent element, it was uncommon for him to simply find them. This was entirely due to the fact that he was the one creating those scenes for the most part. He might as well have been a grim reaper of sorts; the lives he had ended had surpassed the triple digits long ago. While he was intrigued by the other’s recent kills, he was in no way impressed.

                  A single blue eye scanned over the corpses carefully before pallid digits wrapped around the hilt of his katana, unsheathed it, and lightly jabbed one of the bodies with the tip of the blade. Such a kill would attract the mushi in no time flat if the bodies were not properly disposed of. But— Sho elected to keep that bit of information to himself. After all, it was quite fun watching others react to swarms of lowly demons.

                               ❝ While I am willing to admit that I                                              always find myself attracted to                                              the aspect of death, I hardly                                              believe that this is an act of fate                                              itself. ❞

[novuslibrae]

True, her methods and ways of killing these men were messy... it was not of her concern about the cleanliness of the act. Brutalism begets brutalism. These men wish to underestimate her and brutalize her body? They in turn had a rather brutal fate befall them first. However, there was an unexpected visitor. And one that seemed all too comfortable and familiar with death. Perhaps one to even be a cause. But it still did not warrant her to even look at the man. Her eyes merely catching a glimpse of the shining blade to pierce one of her... victims.

"If not for fate, perhaps you believe in coincidence? Chance?" Most people do. And it seemed this... man was no exception to it. "It matters not what you believe in the end. The result is still the same. You were brought here, whether by fate or simply by your own two legs. And now that you are here, would you care to answer a question for me?"

[beastofslaughter-blog]

                    Fenrir was angry; perhaps even beyond so at this point. Not only had his kill been stolen from him once, but twice now. He had not eaten in a little over a day, so naturally he was pretty hungry. Unfortunately, when Fenrir became hungry, he became violent. Even more so than he usually was. It did not take a genius to figure out that was an absolutely disastrous situation. The other needed to tred carefully unless she wished to wind up being his next meal.

                   Thankfully though, the beast’s chains could not reach to where the female was standing. So rather abruptly, Fenrir’s movements came to a halt; his breathing deep and his gaze unwavering. Those corpses— He wanted them. Not only did he need to feed himself, but his pack as well. Why waste perfectly good meat when you could simply give it to someone else who needed it? Though of course, Fenrir was not about to be polite in his quest for the corpses; he was not a polite man to begin with. However, he would have those dead bodies one way or another.

                                 ❝ Don’t give me that shit. What                                                 brought me here was the smell                                                 of blood an’ death. Not fate. ❞

[novuslibrae]

Brash, aggressive, territorial, instinctual.... hunter. An animal. A wolf. She could practically feel the other's anger and frustration radiating from his body. How overwhelming it was. Or would be, if she wasn't who she was. A deity. Goddess... or so she was called in the past. Now? Most would probably see her as some sort of monster for the lives she's taken. But in truth, she was a rather simple woman who cared only for completely her task. Resurrecting Escalus. True, her methods were... harsh, drastic. But it was what needed to be done. And yet, people continued to try and get in her way. 

However, this... wolf seemed to only want one thing. Something she could understand easily enough. Turning her head ever so slightly, a single ice blue eye gazed at the wolf, looking him dead in the eyes. "Fate can be something as simple as perspective...wolf." Yes. She knew of him. How could she not? Acquainting herself of the past and ancient times was... necessary. As sayings go, history tends to repeat itself. So the knowledge of the past will help to secure the future.

"You are here because you are hungry..." She glanced at the beast once more. "No. It's not just you, is it? Your... pack as well." So thats how it was. "I killed these men. You, in search of food, smelled their blood and their lives leaving their bodies which in turn brought you here." A gentle smile graced her lips as he pulled down her hood. "Fate has indeed brought you here my dear wolf. What you decide to do now, however is up to you." Crouching down, she'd pick up the corpses as if they were nothing and slowly approached the chained beast. Stopping just shy of his reach, "They are yours."

[novuslibrae]

"How filthy..."

A smooth and almost delicate voice emitted from the woman's mouth. Her words, while gentle had a hint if poison behind it. Only made certain by the fact that blood was dripping from her extended hand. And a group of disgustingly disfigured men now laying in a pile at her feet. They dared to get in her way. Dared to try and bring her harm in the most perverted of senses. And now they paid the price for their sinful intentions.

But it seemed that even now, she was not alone. Someone was approaching. But she did not turn to face them. No, she remained as she was. The only difference now that her hand was lowered back to her side.

"Death...time, and fate walk hand in hand. Thus your appearance, coinciding with the death of these men is no coincidence. It is fate that brought you here."

[hipstershakespeare]

Romeo and Juliet, Act 5, scene iii

[love-raining]