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Tyrsis Escalvone
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Date Posted: 06/ 9/05 1:04:30pm Thu
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Zenra
's message, "Passage" on 06/ 8/05 11:51:30am Wed
No one stood to direct Zenra.
Hollowness echoed across Escalvone at the feet of guards and very quietly a mipp was heard. A white wyrdling, feline in nature, blinked up at Zenra as though it had just appeared. Deep purple eyes looked at her and a matching plume rustled faintly in the empty breeze.
Tyrsis says go home.
The wyrdling mipped again, twining itself around the Queen's legs, something akin to a purr escaping the tiny body.
There will be blood if you don't.
Another caressing mipp and the wyrdling was gone.
***
The chambers were silent except for the echoes of footprints that resounded through Escalvone's streets. Zenra had come, that or Johan. Golden eyes were softly closed, she didn't want to know which. It wouldn't matter. If either were here it might spell catastrophe. A sigh and she looked up. The candlelight had long ago burned away, she and the Lords of Escalvone sat in darkness waiting.
He had misunderstood her, flicker of memories dashing across her mind once more. She had known he would, felt that something lay just beyond the breaking point and what she had done had been necessary. They could no longer survive as wholes. Nothing stood to challenge them. No race was strong enough anymore. His army had brought something to light in her mind. If they remained as a whole it would be as wholes they destroyed themselves.
Better to fight eternally or simply fade into complacency and die? Damuthca had united what remained of the outside clans, Tyrsis had broken a city to create more. Whatever waited was deserved on the part of both.
Damuthca's chest rose and fell, a silent whisper as her hand rested on his chest. He was an ace, something she could not bring herself to destroy despite the thoughts that flickered through her mind. No one in this room had been able to do such a thing, and so they waited. None were armed.
Go home, Zenra. Tyrsis' breath rose and fell with Damuthca's. Go home and let me take care of this destiny I have triggered. Feed the clans and let them move on. Let them restart a life rather than dying in one.
Still, she waited.
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