The axe slammed into the man’s chest with a solid crunch of bones and armor, and the titan snarled, an animalistic sound that was mirrored by the insectoid hissing of the Fallen Captain behind her. She planted a foot on the dead man’s neck and yanked the axe out with no hint of remorse, leveling it at the men just out of her reach.
“You had been warned!” Her voice was sharp, booming out of such a small frame. Blood streaked her face and matted her loose blond curls. “Sikkerhed was off-limits to your kind with hostile intentions.” She spat, glaring up at the taller Risen. The solar light licked off her armor, fanning the area with a blast of sharp heat. “Anyone within my walls is under my protection.”
He tipped his head back and sneered down at her. “Fallen-fucker.” The word was laced with venom and the jab made Poetry’s teeth bare. “Defending monsters. You’re as foul as they are.”
“I’ve killed you once before Bersi, I will do it again.” Poetry could feel the few Fallen and Humans behind her shift uneasily. They wanted to fight just as much as she did. The killer was dealt with, a single death for a single death, it was done. However, if Bersi wished to push on their Commune, they would retaliate. “Just leave. We are harming no one.”
“Harming no one? Your entire existence is a pox on all of us.”
The hum of shock rifles behind her caused one of her hands to lift. Her gaze never left the gloating Risen, but her axe lowered. “Leave Bersi.”
The Risen remained silent and unmoving for a long time, before he spat at the dirt between them. “When they turn on you and destroy you, come crawling to me. I will revel in the day.” he retreated with his words, the few angry soldiers he had disappeared into the thick woods that surrounded Sikkerhed.
Only when the cacophony of their march was silent to her ears, did the Titan relax. She secured the axe once more on her back and wiped the blood from her cheek with the back of a gauntlet. “Everyone is all right?”
There were murmurs of agreement from the few humans who had come seeking vengeance for the loss of one of the community. They however, deferred to the few Fallen that were with them. It had been the loss of one of their own that had prompted this hunt. That had called Poetry to the forefront to dole out retribution.
The fallen capitain spoke, the word rough and unintelligible. She would have to learn their language at some point, when they trusted her enough to teach her. She would have liked to respond back in their own tongue, to show their kind were as welcome under her wing as the humans were. So long as peace was upheld.
Tsukki reappeared, in the ruff of her cloak. “He says thank you.”
Though she carried no daggers, she mimed an Ireliis Bow inclining her head to the Captain. He mirrored her movements, a heavy silence stretching between them before turning on their heel and heading back to the Commune.
Poetry nodded to the humans of the group. “Go, I will watch for a while, make certain they don't return.”
She turned back to the stretch of forest, ears sharp for any sign of Bersi’s return.
hey look, backstory for my titan. Idk, Poe has always been very protective in my mind, and I think this little rogue group of fallen realized that if they don't hurt her people, she wont hurt them. And then she just probably ended up adopting them into the group. she loves all her non-risen, be them human or eliksni.
Day 4 in Destcember- Prompts found [HERE]
