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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 3:11 pm
"RIVENER, STOP!"
The cry that had exploded forth from Eiry's lungs was terrible, even more so than the banshee shriek he had given before. He rushed towards his brother, wedging himself between the struggling whimpering man in his grip and his wrathful sibling. He slapped his brother, tried to punch him, anything to snap him out of the rage he was buried in. He even wrung his hands into his brother's wings, forcing them off of the man, ripping out the stingers. "RIVENER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP!" the scream came again, this time not only panicked but pained. The ghost Sigel tried to get in between, forcing himself between the two before he threw his arms out from in between them. He had to separate the predator from the prey, he had to stop him.
"Rivener, what rage is this? A rage that would be driven so far as to kill? Rivener, this rage is blinding, you forget the importance of life, you forget that you are not meant to be a killer! Halt your talons, your stingers, your wrath, brother mine, please! I did not ask for life's blood to be spilled! I did not ask for this!" the ghost screamed. With his breath stolen away by his plaintive howls, Eiry paused for a moment, breathing hard, his eyes filled with terror not for the men around him but for the sigel that floated before him. He had to collect himself before he spoke again. "Save that man's life, Rivener. Save him like you did Isikoro. He did not deserve to die, he deserved only a lesson; humility, Rivener, not death! Save him."
The Ghost Sigel stared hard at him, his own eyes filled with red and blood, like the fresh blood squeezing out between his clenched fingers.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 12:03 pm
Rivener flinched at Eiry's sudden shriek, red eyes meeting red eyes. The Scorpion couldn't understand his brother's vehement attempt to save this man. It was just one human. One who'd attacked them, to begin with! The dark Sigel growled and tried to shake Eiry away, but the minty one was resilient. Eventually he'd wormed his way between Rivener and his victim, the clawed fist releasing its hold to let the human fall.
All of Eiry's prose did nothing but irritate Rivener. "It's too late for that one," he replied with no small measure of satisfaction. "He's already dead. It doesn't matter, Eiry, they're just humans. And they DO deserve death, all of them! They were ready to kill us, brother. If we hadn't fought back and beaten them, they would have KILLED US. They were trying to! And if we leave them here, alive, they're just going to go on to hurt someone else. Even if we call the cops, they'll arrest these men and on the off chance they go to jail, they'll just hurt more people there. Why the hell should we let them live? Hm? When they're going to use that life to harm others? Better to let me just finish them all off now, Eiry. Get out of my way. They hurt you, and they tried to kill us, and they're bad people. There's no reason to feel any sympathy for these... these things." He waved dismissively at the wounded, unconscious, groaning humans, expecting Eiry to see the sense of it now.
Eiry didn't have to like it, but he had to see the logic, the sense of Rivener's actions.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 11:05 pm
"These actions, Rivener, they did not merit death! They did not earn death! Had there been blood on their hands and blood on their floors...maybe they might have, but still, it is not up to us to play the judge! We cannot strike the mallet! It is not ours! We should have called in the authorities, those who's lives are bound to justice and its deliverance, we should not take on this responsibilities ourselves! We are not murderers, Rivener! We came here to rescue a violin!" he shrieked at him, still attempting to try and reach him. His brother, he had never seen him like this, seen him so angry, so hateful. Where had all this hate come from? Before, when he had witnessed his brother's rage it was always some misunderstood overblown problem, something silly, something simple. But this...Eiry didn't know what to make of this. He didn't know what to make of himself either. He had turned himself against his brother, his brother, the very same whose wings he ducked under for comfort, the one whose arms he would flee to when he felt scared or bothered or sad. He loved his brother, Eiry knew that, but at this very moment, he wasn't sure if he did. He wasn't sure if this same raevan was his brother at all. He looked down at his hands, after having wrestled and tousled with his brother. He had smeared some of his blood on his brother's clothes and skin.
What was happening to them?
Hearing the man Rivener dropped whimpering behind him as he was let go, Eiry had to spare a glance to him to make sure that he was alright. He wasn't sure if he was going to live, not with his brother's poison surging through him like liquid death. He had to be quick. He moved out of the way, gesturing to the man on the floor. "Just humans?!" he snapped at him, feeling a strange sense of anger welling up in his chest, an anger born of disbelief, "Just humans, Rivener? Aphismet and Alex are humans! Isikoro, too! Them and many more! Josh and Lil and so many others besides! They are humans too and do they deserve death?! This man before you is just as human as they are, and by some means, some story, he has his reasons behind this. He must be scared or angry, or just as desperate as you to prove that he has some form of power, of control, over his life and the lives of others! I do not care what they do, for they are not my own, but I do know that their fate is not in our hands! This is not our duty, brother! Ready to kill us or not, they deserve a life knowing what they've done wrong! If you're so intent on punishing them, then at least do the same for yourself! In killing them, so do you become he that deserves to be killed, because after all, we're just raevans! Just as much as they are just people! Let the cops arrest them! It's their problem! Let's not make it our own!"
Eiry tried to force himself into as strong a pose as he can manage, still pointing at the struggling man, "Cure him, Rivener. Give him a life in jail, not death. If they are so bad, they deserve to rot there behind the bars, not in our memories." He tried again, one more time to have his brother see his side, "...I don't want to see my brother as a murderer. Please, don't let him die." He focused his deep red eyes at him, trying not to see the blood now on his hands, on Rivener. It was making him queasy. It was crawling up his neck into his head, making him falter with the flutter of his wings. Blood was life, like sand in a sieve, and it was falling out of him. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, trying to get himself to stop thinking, but he could still feel the gush of blood dripping from his hands. "Please, brother," he said again.
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