#kysiks

[miss-mini-meal]

Practice drawing eliksni again, my boi kysiks being prime canadet, specially now I found the refs for them again.

[miss-mini-meal]

Long story short: Kysiks was on patrol when the cabal attacked, on his way back to the tower to help, he was gunned down and crash landed near the EDZ. Only after waking up he found out their light was taken, and bonus he was getting surrounded by the new fallen house. After somehow convincing them he wasn’t a threat and could prove to be of use, they allowed him to join up with them. He eventually finds his family again, but almost got killed in the process.

[scarsbyfate-blog]

@kysiks​ -- Our muses in a hostage situation together.

The cell was small, cramped. Salrin could tell that they were on board a skiff, though the skiff itself had landed and stopped moving a while ago. Crammed into the holding cell in the back after getting ambushed and captured. Devils.

The medic knew that they had to get out of there. She wasn't entirely sure what the Devils intended to do, or if they even knew who she was (not to be egotistical, of course, but she was the head medic). But she had been born a Devil, and she knew first-hand the terrible things that prisoners could face... and especially, the terrors that would await her if she was forced to go back to the House and face the Kell -- her father.

She'd been trying to pick the lock to the cage, her arm was sore from being bent through the bars in an uncomfortable way. But for now, it seemed fruitless. Eyes flicked to the other Scars member in the cell with her -- Kysiks, who had been escorting her out of the ketch for some herbs when they'd been captured.

"Are you going to try to help me escape? Or just sit there?" She hissed, her voice sharp if only because of the situation. She was frustrated for obvious reasons, using the anger to keep from absolutely panicking under the circumstances.

[scarsbyfate-blog]

@kysiks

Triksin let out a deep breath as she watched the sun set over the horizon, sitting on a high ledge and looking down at the field below. Even an eliksni, as bloody as their lives tended to be, enjoyd some peace and beauty every once in a while when it could come.

A humming noise came from the back of her throat, a sound of satisfaction towards the scene. It was nice to actually have a chance to relax, no pressing missions or current threats. The captain figured it wouldn't be long until something came up again, but even so...

The sound of shifting nearby caught her attention, her eyes moving to the treeline that was nearby. She wasn't far from the Scars' ketch at that point, so she doubted that whatever was making that sound was a huge threat to her. But still, she shifted her body to stand, eyes narrowed and searching for the source of the noise just to make sure.

A low growl rose from her throat, carrying into the foliage in front of her, a warning that if something was trying to sneak up on her, it was going to have a bad time.