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 Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 3:55 pm
❥ In The Thick Of It
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This is a private RP between Syntyche, Tempest ( Epine De Rose ) & Amaltheia ( Candle Wick Ghost ).
Please do not post without being invited to do so! Thank you.
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 3:59 pm
 After finding a suitable diet for her triffids, Ama was on her first day out to see if it would continue to satisfy them. She was still in the testing phase with it, rather than accepting that it would take full effect immediately and allow room for fault later, she would wait until she was certain that the threat was contained.
Strolling through the forest, her green orbs took to observing every nook and cranny to see if she could spy a well infested area of the foliage. Obviously, it was more work than just walking idly by and looking for insects when their ideal homes were usually hidden within the bark of tree's and under rocks where there was little light and the earth was damp.
Stopping by the side of an ill placed rock in her path, she looked down at it considering it to be a good place to start. Her triffids groaning and yowling at the fact they were still waiting for their fill. She gave a gentle sigh, ears set forward and alert. There was no point trying to drown out their constant moaning, even when she pressed them tight to her head they were still next to them;succeeding only to make their voices louder.
Ama lifted her hoof and placed it on the smooth face of the rock. Once she had gained steady weight on it, she lifted her other to join it and leaned her body weight in to them. Eyes wide, she watched as it toppled over on to it's side sending her forward in to the motion she then pushed off her hind legs and did a small leap to the other side of it.
Unfortunately there was only few, scattering immediately once disturbed. It was harder to find them than she thought and would have to practice in seeking them out if this was to become a daily routine. She couldn't spend hours on end tracking them down when there were herd matters to be attending to.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 3:26 pm
This one looked different; more corrupt and with more than one soul gracing a single entity. It was the definition of unholy and the feline experienced an emotion that was almost unheard of, to say that she had never felt disgust was incorrect... but to feel this level of revulsion was fascinating. Truly the feline had never seen anything more worthy of slaughter, four souls for the price of one - her god would be pleased and positively delighted by her offering. Granted his appetite would never been satisfied but this would stem the tide a little and make up for some of her failed rituals.
Yes, she had failed.
Curse the soil that the mutated monster walked on, he pursued her at every turn and it had taken its toll, her offerings had been severely limited in recent years as a result of his meddling. However her plans had come into fruition on the day he had rescued the little butterfly, she had caused sufficient damage to them both to force the beast to lick his wounds and that gave her free rein, it was perfect.
The feline licked her lips and stepped forward, one silent step at a time until she was in pouncing distance and then she waited. She needed to see those 'things' move, she needed to see how they snapped, and then she would take it upon herself to capture, silence and sacrifice the peculiar mare before her...
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 8:40 am
Under the thunderous growls of the triffids, Ama failed to understand the true meaning of their voices. They were warning her of the danger that lurked behind yet she disregarded it as anything other than the need to feed. Mind swept away in to the one direction of completing the task that she had set about to do this day, the smothering silence and the scent of death that clung to the forest had also gone by blind eyes and deaf ears. A foolish mistake that Amaltheia was far more trained to notice than the present moment contended.
Praying eyes upon the figure unaware would have had a clean kill in an abrupt leap for keen sacrifice if it had not been for the triffid at the rear, struggling to urge it's keeper backwards. Snappy was brutally forceful, causing the deer a startling amount of concern. Eyes twisted to their corners, the sight struck immediate fear in to the deity's heart and she feared it would halt in her chest if it hadn't been for the previous encounters with such evil creations.
Frame still as a corpse, disregarding the ever lively plant life that cursed her body, she wished to usher the decider to making the first move;only which one would it be? The hunter or the prey?
Would she leap off in to the wood and allow the beast of Hades satisfaction, only to lead to the inevitable. Perhaps she would turn, stand her ground and choose to fight until the feline took her life. No, she could not. She lacked physical strength though her mind beckoned many brilliant ideas and wise words that would cease to prove useful in the current predicament.
There was one thing she recall. The last place she was met with eyes that had the flame of the underworld burning for eternity within them, was the wood where the herd was ambushed. If she was to flee the scene, the only hope she had was to lead it there and pray that the flying too close to the sun would not have her burned and plummet like Icarus once had. Other cat-walkers lurked in it's depths and surely the predators would notice another threat of their own hunting where they bed.
It was all she had and the thought prompted her to make haste. The cat-walker would not linger in awkward silence forever. It was fated that she would be the decider, Snappy stirring with jaws gaped wide only to clamp shut in repeated fashion taunted the other to make it's move without any fault of her own - there was no alternative. Springing from her back legs and in to the air like the dance of a gazelle, she met with many obstacles that her hooves would match without thought, yet the further she tread the more they proved themselves a challenge. Fallen logs, climbing to the heavens to thick stumps that had parted with the earth had the Nymph wondering if it had been done by the gods to best her.
It had proved worthy of such a cause for now she stood before the broad shoulders of the fallen, allowing slothful pace to beckon the huntress to her prize.
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 4:04 am
So the plants were fairly limited in their flexibility and if she struck at the correct angles then they would be incapable of reaching her. She filed this thought away, yet as she made her move to pounce, the mare had already made the decision for her and had promptly bolted. To other Skinwalkers this may have given cause for frustration, but the feline appreciated the sentiment. After all, she did have to immobilise the cerynei and pouncing at speed would be much more effective than a static one - at least this way the victim would be winded and paralysis would be much easier to achieve.
Thus, the Skinwalker was quick to follow suit, bounding after the mare with much more easy than was afforded an individual on hooves. She had claws and paws to her advantage and tore through each obstacle, bouncing against one to propel herself to another in a fashion that ensured she could cover the most ground. A glance behind would reveal streaks of blue as the shafts of sunlight cast upon the predator's fur coat and 'reassured' Amaltheia that she was far from safe.
Fortunately the fates hadn't quite transpired to bring the Cerynei's life to an end on this particular day. Unbeknownst to Amaltheia, the gods had long ago ensured that this Skinwalker had a check and balance. Every now and then that check might miss, but on this day it was in hot pursuit and would perform it's duty accordingly.
So focused on her prey was Syntyche that she had missed the signs, so frenzied was her hunt that she couldn't feel the thundering hooves or the thick scent of another in the air... but he was coming.
Nevertheless Syntyche was relentless in her pursuit and having disregarded all the signs she should have heeded, she closed the gap between herself and Amaltheia, steering the Cerynei into a corner where there would be no escape...
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:54 am
The huntress was hard on her prey's trail and instincts hadn't betrayed her which Amaltheia would of hoped for. These creatures were brought up to know how to taunt, tease, play with their food and most of all, make swift, clean kills out of them. Now cornered in to the stump of an old, wise tree the only comfort that served her was it's scent. The moist, damp smell of a forest preserved for centuries;nurtured by it's mother.
If she was to die here and become one with it, then Amaltheia could happily give her life to the predator, knowing she served her purpose to the cycle of life. A willing sacrifice. Turning to the side, her eyes took to the dancing blue shards of glass that pounced from obstacle to obstacle and transformed in to the cat-walker as the figure leaped closer and was now in clear view.
The triffids had other ideas, they wouldn't allow their host to decide their fate for them. They wouldn't go without fighting for their life. Ears lifted, she turned her head to peer round at the triffidfly, Fetcher who had once been nestled in her mane only to reveal himself. She shook her head, knowing that he couldn't see her movements. Only her voice controlled him to submit to command.
Shuffling from her mane, Fetcher growled his pitiful, pup-like growl and spread his wings. Snapping his jaws and screeching loudly to threaten and warn the other away however he hadn't moved away from her body and Amaltheia had found herself holding on to her breath. Hoping that he would never dare to take the feline head on. She would crush him with a simple bat of her paw.
Was it right to allow her to take her life, when it would kill the others that were apart of her? It would save the suffering they would have to go through, if it was quick and easy but they were willing. They were ready to fight. Should she of been ready too? Sucking in a deep breath, finally she turned to face the sapphire shard head on and took a stance to prepare for what she believed would be their final show down.
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 3:45 am
Syntyche had always gained a certain amount of satisfaction from successfully cornering her prey, but this satisfaction was also tempered with some element of disappointment. Sweaty and windswept, her sacrifices were never as perfect as they had been when first sighted. Granted they would still be fitting sacrifices but she could do better and she had done better. Suffice it to say that ever since that horrendous excuse for a priest had sought to hound her at every corner, she had been forced to rushed - her kills were never tidy any more.
...At some point she was going to have to end him.
Nevertheless with her attention firmly placed on Amaltheia, she cast her frustration towards the zealous priest to one side and regarded her quarry. Lips pursed, she flicked her gaze from the soquili to her companions, narrowing her eyes as each triffid snapped. The mare had spark, of that Syntyche was glad, but her companions did as well - Divinity would be pleased with her offering, she was certain of this.
Lips parting and teeth bared, the Skinwalker paced towards the mare - paw after paw until she could pounce towards the throat...
Except, she was interrupted by a painfully familiar series of clucks.
Her ears flattened and her head swung from left to right, momentarily distracted from her quarry until her eyes caught the flicker of white she had grown so accustomed to. She had torn that beast asunder (and in fairness, he had returned the favour in kind) and he had still caught up? Her expression was the definition of furious as she considered her options - she could still take the mare out but she would be incapable of completing her ritual...or she could dispose of him.
She snapped her jaws, still delayed by her own internal monologue and that was when her infuriating hound made the decision for her.
"I would suggest running," the male voice intoned towards Amaltheia, somewhat breathy as though it had run a great distance. "Though when you leap over her, you would be wise to smack her nose... hard," it added, the white figure shifting into view, though this time it appeared on the other side of the feline.
"And if your friends are at all capable, a poke in the eye wouldn't go amiss either."
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 2:35 pm
The other began to approach, time slowed down. Every second painfully unbearable in the suspense. Would they die? Or would luck serve it's purpose in this particular event and either let them both live or the feline to fall. It wouldn't be through the challenge of strength but the time given was time spent devising some miracle plan of action which would have it end that way.
It was a second chance.
She was ready to move when the joints of the PW sprung to action and made the fetal leap meant to send her to her death but that didn't happen. She noted the other was distracted, her gaze torn to everywhere else but her. Amaltheia lifted her head and her ears. Listening to what the other was so surprised and threatened by. Was it something much bigger than her?
Amaltheia did the same, swinging her eyes to their corners frantically. She could hear the others footsteps and then the mysterious presence revealed itself. It was a stallion, out of breath and here to... Save her? Had he known she was in danger? How? She was thankful. Thankful and at the same time thrown in to concern. Not only was her life in danger but now, this heroic stranger was too.
She regarded his advice with a great deal of thought and sought out a path in her mind on how she was going to achieve that. Glancing at fetcher she whispered to him what she needed him to do and he made an excited growling noise. She looked on past the Pw and to the stranger, kicking off of her hind hooves she rushed the other. Although approaching her straight on would have been too simple and she could of easily swung for her neck or her legs so she pushed off to the side.
Landed. Then pushed off to throw herself, head first, in to the cat-walker's side in an attempt to throw her over on to the ground. Fetcher, did as he was told and went straight for the eyes. He moved to the face of the walker and fluttered his wings violently at the same time Amaltheia planned her charge, throwing his head forward to snap his jaws at her vision.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 11:45 am
Tempest had to admit that he had a certain level of admiration for a mare that could follow instructions, more so when she also appreciated the necessity to be somewhat creative with how she approached those instructions. While most would have run head first towards the skinwalker, the mare feinted and aimed to the side. With the burden of her frustration playing havoc with her carefully laid out plans, the abrupt shift and assault of the winged 'plant' had been too much to comprehend.
Tempest watched, his lips pressed into a thin line as the Purewalker was heaved by the sheer force of impact into the air and cast off to the side. He noted that there wouldn't be sufficient force to keep her down permanently, but what would cause some lasting damage was that plant. Just as he had requested it snapped at the Purewalker's eyes and in her dazed vision, she missed a single swing. It was enough to slash at her right eye, enough to blind it for a time.
A blood curdling shriek soon followed.
With that, Tempest sprung into action and shot forward, bursting through the trees as he did so. He wasn't there to pin the purewalker however, on the contrary he swept passed and lowered his jaws. Catching the triffidfly gently in his jaws, he then leapt after Amaltheia...though he had considerably fewer issues with closing the gap between them.
"Run," he gave the muffled order, sides heaving as he ducked under a low lying branch that would have been the end of him if he had not been careful. "For the open - she won't attack," he clarified, though if she managed to making out what he was saying through his mostly closed lips, he'd be even more impressed.
Lowering his head the stallion powered on, ears flattening against his mane. Suffice it to say that the stallion was running on the last of his reserves, he hadn't anticipated that he would have to pursue the beast so soon after their previous encounter and it was taxing to say the least...
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 3:45 pm
It worked!
Amaltheia's eyes lit up for a time, feeling a sense of achievement in her actions although she was well aware that without Fetcher, or the new arrival her end would have been written. She watched as the Pw broke from her steady feet, lifted and fell to the ground with a thud. Immediately, she drew back, eyes focused on Fetcher. He was doing great and the feline was finding herself troubled with the hassle the small critter was causing her. Next came the swipe and for a brief moment her heart caught in her chest - but the swipe missed, and she was relieved.
Her attention soon swung to the stallion racing from his shadow cape and to the front of the scene, catching the proud triffidfly in his jaws she took head in his words and lifted her body to spin on her heals to bounce in to the retreat. He found no trouble in keeping up to her pace, even though she could see that it must of been a strain on him. He looked beaten, worn out before the fight had even begun. Had he been in a sparring session before this encounter?
She followed his movements and twitched her ears forward to cup his words. Heading for the plain.
"Who are you?" She asked though it became clear talking and running wasn't the best idea, considering they needed all the breath they could to escape the beasts clutches and shoot out of range. What was most interesting was that he seemed to know an awful lot about this creature. Her movements, her habits. How did he know she wouldn't follow and attack them in the open?
"Have you seen the creature of Hades before now?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 4:27 am
The stallion gave Amaltheia a very pointed look as she questioned him - between the necessity to breathe and his determination not to crush the triffidfly in his mouth, he didn't really have much of an opportunity to talk! It was for this reason that he refrained from answering her questions, shaking his head as he continued onwards. He would provide her with at least some answers when they were out of the woods (literally), but that wouldn't be for a few more minutes and he was already running on empty. As if his body had cued in to this realisation he began to slow and it was with a decidedly painful grunt that he forced himself to move faster again.
He would be feeling this in the morning, it was a guarantee.
Nevertheless the clearing did eventually come into view and it was with one final effort that he broke through the forest's edge and began to slow. Admittedly he didn't come to a full halt until he was quite a distance from the tree line, but eventually he did slow to a trot, then walk...and finally a standstill. It was then that he spat out the Triffidfly, his lips curling somewhat at the peculiar dust that came from its wings - there was a reason he didn't try to eat bugs!
He took a minute to regain his breath and his wits, before peering at the inquisitive Cerynei - no wonder she'd been targeted, she was bizarre. Syntyche had only a few hours ago launched after Linaiha for her unusual colours and 'design', now she was attempting to sacrifice another of equal (if not more) interest.
"Her name is Syntyche," he replied gruffily, wincing as his muscles began to lock up. With each pulsing sensation he was reminded of his foolish gamble and he was lucky that the purewalker hadn't been in top form either. "I have seen her more than once, fought her more than once -" he lifted a brow as he regarded the Cerynei again, his tone seeping with sarcasm. "We have a number of fundamental and philosophical disagreements," he stated.
"As for who I am..." he shook his head and rolled his shoulders, a motion he soon regretted. He sucked in a breath, bitterly casting aside the pulses in each aching limb. "I am a weapon for Divinity, beyond that, I am of no importance."
"Did she catch you?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 1:15 pm
Regarding the look the stallion shot her with, she gathered he wasn't impressed with the fact she had chosen the most ridiculous moment to interrogate him. Ama was a being built on curiosity, which was the underlying reason to why she always found herself in awkward and sticky situations but they were experiences and to the mare, experiences was worth coming out with a scrape or two no matter what turn the situation would take. Even if it meant being closer to death than she would have liked.
Needless to say, she kept her mouth shut whilst they continued to travel the twisted paths of the forest, spotting the light at the end to reveal the open plain. A most welcome sight, considering there was no where any other predator could hide and all of a sudden jump out to surprise it's guests. It was a freely given warning. If the familiar predator they were running from chose to persue the chase, then they had both time to catch their breath again before high-tailing the other way and further out of reach.
That posed the next question - what if the deadly creature wouldn't stop chasing them?
An eternity spent hunted.
A frown collectively twisted her expression to that of a somber mood. She couldn't take that risk, it meant she would never be able to return home fearing the walker would slay her family, her friends as collateral damage from the injuries she had already collected.
She hadn't mentioned, or pointed out the stallions obvious disadvantage feeling it to be rude but as he slowed, she did so as well. When he stopped, she followed suit and came to stand by his side. Eyes tracing his structure analytically, she took interest in the way he held his self and could see his physical pain with the small twitches and muscle spasms as clear indication, noting her mini companion was safe and was reassured he hadn't been accidentally swallowed in their great escape once the stallion spat him out.
"Fetcher, thank goodness you're alright." She took that moment to chuckle. The triffidfly for the present moment held no interest in it's host, he would first scold the creature that had kept him captive for a time before turning his wrath on to her.
Making a 'gonking' expression, with a lax bottom jaw and drooped wings from being coated head to wing tips in saliva the triffidfly then turned to face the stranger to make a set of squawking noises, which could of been taken as his way of attempting to talk. In a fashion. He out stretched a wing when he was done and batted the tip of the males nose ending with a 'huff' noise before turning to do the same to Amaltheia.
He wasn't happy... She wouldn't be hearing the end of this any time soon.
Once the male had caught his breath, giving Fetcher an apologetic nuzzle first, she then gave him her full attention again and listened intently to his words.
How had he managed to survive so far? Having been in so many encounters with such a foul and fatal creature. She lifted a brow at this revelation and took in a great lump of breath before letting it flow from her lungs once more. Either they weren't as scary and tactical as she first believed or this stallion was filled with a great strength when not so strained to achieve it's full potential.
By that thought, she again did a once-over his frame with her eyes and fumbled a lop sided frown.
"A weapon for divinity?" This she found the most interesting. In what way did he consider himself a weapon and to who was his purpose pledged? "To the Gods?" She chimed with hope that another may worship the same gods as she but how unlikely was that considering not many, other than certain members of her own herd, had Greek resemblances in their upbringing.
"No." She answered, shaking her head extremely pleased of that outcome. "You came just in time... I'm sure she would of done her worst if it wasn't for your-" She paused thinking of a fitting word. "-Bravery." As one way to put it.
"Thank you, I am very grateful for intervening. I do have a couple of concerns. For example, will she continue to hunt me or am I now spoiled?" Why stop there when the opportunity to learn more about the beings that had plagued her life so far was presented. "What differences, disagreements? Other than the obvious factor, they like to cause wanton destruction."
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 1:33 pm
The triffidfly was extraordinarily opinionated and Tempest took his 'punishment' with relatively good humour. No doubt the unusual creature had a personality he had no understanding of and unfortunately, would have no time to investigate. However no sooner had the triffidfly chastised him than he had turned his attention to Amaltheia and was proceeding to vocalise his discontent at his mistreatment - it was something that the Cerynei would have to deal with in her own time.
"The God," he corrected, lifting a brow as he rolled his shoulders and at least attempted to stretch his disgruntled form. "Singular," he clarified with a shake of his head. He had learnt at a young age that it was both impolite and a waste of breath to enter religious and philosophical debates with others, particularly if they were strong in their faith as well. As such he never did anything more than correct the incorrect assumptions and move along.
"However I am pleased to know that my interruption, was once again, well timed," he offered a mild smile at this, his teeth showing ever so slightly as he cast his gaze back over the Cerynei. She was definitely winded and no doubt suffering from mild shock, but she spoke the truth, Syntyche had not managed to pierce the skin and more importantly, there was no dust.
...Or was there?
He frowned, his brows creasing together as he flicked his gaze to the triffidfly and then the Cerynei. She didn't smell of the dust and Syntyche had seemed to lack the pouch she seemed to sport on occasions...He could do nothing more than shake his head, his instincts were rarely wrong and she would have shown some sort of sign if she had been struck.
"I can honestly say that I cannot vouch for your safety, she may choose to pursue you again or she may elect to lick her wounds," he allowed a soft sigh to escape, though it was more of a hiss as he considered her query. In theory Syntyche should have been licking her wounds before, yet she had instead gone in pursuit of another target...at this point she was becoming somewhat more erratic. Evidently he would need to converse with, or at least send a missive, to Catalyst.
"Based on the fact that she may have lost an eye, I would gamble that she would indeed be licking her wounds for a time," he concluded and shook his head. "However if it would ease your nerves, I can certainly ask for further details from her daughter," he offered.
He then lapsed into silence for a few moments, only to have a quiet burble of laughter creep up at her next set of questions.
"Wanton destruction, total annihilation," he cast a wry glance to the Cerynei and grimaced. "The conversation of all life to that of the vision set out by her lord and master, that which she calls 'Divinity'," he turned his gaze back to the forest at that point. "By definition we are polar opposites, Divinity does not support the image that her demonic master pursues and as such it is my duty to prevent it."
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 3:21 pm
Amaltheia felt no need to correct him, in her own herd, religious freedom was one of the things they encouraged. Simply knowing that his own religious opinions differed from hers was something she could gather a smile over. She believed it truly inspired purpose to believe in something, whether it was in the end real or not it encouraged others to pursue their dreams, goals because they already had a sense of devotion and drive to feed off of for self-motivation.
She gave a nod as her only way of showing her acknowledgement of the efforts he had made in order to refrain the beast from causing further harm in her own religious cause. It was indeed interesting to find that two people from the same belief had found different ways of worshiping in them. One not as justified as the other but, she realized, it wasn't her place and would leave it to the only thing she could do at the present, listen.
Her eyes hovered over his sharp fangs when they were revealed and she lifted a carefully formed brow at them, attempting to figure out what species of the variety of soquili in the land, he derived from. It was a familiar twist in expression one she felt she had seen somewhere before, but her memory was failing her.
The tension in the air became clear when he confirmed her thoughts on the whole ordeal. That the walker may not give up on her mission to claim her as a sacrifice. If she thought she was a tempting offer then those of her herd, especially her sisters would be just as satisfying to her as well with their unique 'gifts.' She looked away to the forest border and gave a sigh before looking back to the male.
"It is possible..." That was mostly wishful. "If it would help, I certainly appreciate the offer and will accept it. In the event that my own life is in danger alone then that is fine, it just means that I have to stray away from my family and my herd until the problem is solved however if she was to ever catch wind of my loved ones and decided to seek out other suitable victims for her cause, then I could not live with myself."
She gave a forceful shake of her head, her leaf mane brushing the tips of her brows gently, her triffids shook with her movements and she bit at her lip as she entered in to her own world of thought.
"So you have took it upon yourself to rid her of this world?" Her eyes switched back to him at this point and found complete contact with them. "That isn't going to be an easy task. Are you to do this... Alone?"
Now she wasn't sure how much use she would be to him but she wasn't against offering her services to him if it meant she could show gratitude for his help if he would accept them.
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 3:40 pm
It was fortunate that he could not read minds or he would have immediately launched into a lecture regarding Divinity. The fact that Amaltheia assumed he and Syntyche worshipped the same god would have been quite the sore spot for him, alas he was no mind reader and as such he remained oblivious to her assumptions. It was probably for the best as well, he really couldn't cope with a pounding headache alongside his aching limbs!
"Syntyche does not, and never will, hunt out a herd," he reassured her after a few moments of consideration and cleared his throat. He was not a fan of separating individuals from their family, especially when there was considerable strength in numbers. If anything he saw it as his duty to encourage them to return to their family, it added additional security that could not be found anywhere else.
"She has a very specific set of requirements, attempting to separate an individual from a herd takes considerable time and that is something she does not have," he explained. He would not go into the details or particulars, it wasn't his area of expertise, but he could at least quieten and address some of her concerns. "There is strength in numbers and there shall always be when it comes to Syntyche."
"However the finer details of Syntyche's psyche are not my forte, if you seek further information, clarity and advise it would be best that you speak with her daughter," he cleared his throat and cast his gaze over to his shoulder. Catalyst had been relatively close, her missive had reached him swiftly and it had only been because of that particular message that he had been able to intervene. Consequently, it wouldn't be long before Syntyche's 'impure' child would reveal herself.
"I will convey that message to her if you so desire it," he returned his gaze to Amaltheia and lifted a brow, seemingly having answered her final question. "As you can see, I am most certainly not alone, though in the end it is my duty to bring an end to this corruption."
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