(PRP) Control Mrost/Ryu'Rage

[DragonsRage24]

White and black confrontation, swirling around one another clashing into one. An internal battle taking its toll on her and her soul, ripping her apart from the inside, so much pain running through her body. Ryu'Rage gritted her fangs and bared it, she would have to suffer from now on. She knew that for a fact.

Silver eyes opening fast as her eyes adjusted to the light the sun was creating passing under the horizon line. Lighting the sky up as if it was aflame, she felt her body turn cold on minute and searing hot the next. A black mist threatening to break free but she held it within.

Her wings fluttered beside her and she brought them back in to cover her body, keep herself warm. Now she felt like ice. She would never have peace it seemed. She would always be running, and the pain would catch up with her soon enough. She couldn't control herself, she wanted control but it evaded her.

Ryu'Rage hated taking pleasure in pain, other's pain, not her own. But the other side of her enjoyed it, blood spilling to the ground. An image across her eyes and she shut them again, curled up tighter.

No. She could see them...their blood.

Opening her eyes again she shifted herself to be laying down, but moved her wing so it was in front of her, she plucked one feather out and cast it aside. But it grew back and healed fast. She was getting frustrated, she did it again...and again. Tears welling in her eyes. She wanted them gone. She didn't want to see her family's blood anymore. She didn't want to not be in control anymore.

But she couldn't do it alone.

She had no where to go, no where to call home. Ryu'Rage had no one left to watch over her anymore. It was her own fault, she was to blame, and she knew it, and hated herself for it.  

[Baneful]

Another figure thought of blood then and there. Mrost's thoughts were always on the thrill of battle, the splatter of blood on fur, the blood of allies and enemies alike. It was the only time he was alive, so he thought of it all the time. It brought comfort to his cold existance, an existance he spent feeling detached, seperate from the world in which he lived. Even his blood wasn't natural in it's composition, violet in colour, almost iridecent in the light.

He'd spilled it a lot, dying many times in the past, too many to recall. These days he had the amulet around his neck to keep him safe. He walked, his tail waving at his hind paws, his slitted gaze narrowed on the horizon.

It was one of those times when he was restless, searching for something or other that he couldn't place. There was an aura nearby, possibly celestial in origin, and in an attempt to haul his mind onto something solid, he headed towards it, his footfalls almost soundless, his armour clinking quietly as he walked.

What was wrong with him today? He couldn't focus.  

[DragonsRage24]

A black aura seemed to erupt from Ryu'Rage body, encircling her for a moment, a deep growl in her throat, she could feel it coming adn pushed it away. Growling outwardly in the process. She stood up adn shook her head, wings held behind her, tail flicking to the side.

Then it was gone.

Eyes opening, a tired gaze she felt something, someone, nearby, clsoer and closer they were. Darker this one, blood on their heart in their mind. The black aura showed itself again, encircling Ryu'Rage, burning her, she winced and muffled a growl, and it was gone again.

Control was slipping even further away.

Laying back down she paid no mind to the aura, perhaps it would pass. Perhaps it wouldn't, this other one wa strong though, if she lost control, perhaps they would get away before she could not stop herself and cause them any harm. She starting tearing at her wings again, feathers falling to the ground beside her. They grew back, again and again, everytime.

She sighed.

What was coming her way?  

[Baneful]

Mrost could sense Ryu's power flux from where he was and it made him pause in his step, growling low in his throat, he didn't trust gods much and had sworn to avoid them all a long time ago. However, he'd never kept that promise, mingling with quite a few of them for a while and forming very close ties with one or two. They weren't mortals, that was always the draw, they didn't need to be manipulated or killed, trained or forced to battle. They could just be talked to.

But that didn't stop the negative gods from being a threat, like his brother whom he almost always ended up in battles with over anything, their natures colliding easily.

Still, he was confident in his battle prowess, if the god of war couldn't fight, who could? It was all he had, all that sustained him. He had no fancy mind powers or firey spells. He used his teeth and claws, that was all. With a sigh, he walked into veiw of the dark figure, slitted eyes suspicious and chilly.

His gaze instantly went from the dark goddess before him to the feathers laid round about her and his breath momentarily hitched in his throat. Goddammit, feathers. They looked beyond delicious, a tantalising temptation that made his pulse race and his mind cloud. He didn't know why they did, they just did, it made him furious at himself but didn't change a thing.

He looked at Ryu accusingly, asking in a very straight-to-the-point way, with a wave of his paw.

"Are those yours?"  

[DragonsRage24]

She lay still for a while, trying to concentrate the smell of blood on her wings out of her mind. The blood had been there for a while, but it wouldn't go away...why the hell wouldn't it go away?! She wanted it too, sad badly, but it wouldn't, seemed to hate her so much that they stayed.

Ryu'Rage lifted her eyes when she felt the figure clsoer, very close, the wind blew gently, making the feathers she had torn out herself began to skatter lightly, but still stayed close..which annoyed her. Silver eyes met the blue form, another god, different though...powerful too. He seemed to have control however, one thing she did not.

"Yes..." she said quietly, as if speaking would kill her. Her eyes were sad and confused, all the emotions within her at that current point in time. "I don't like them...don't want them....they....they jsut remind me of...things..." The black aura threatened her again and she closed her eyes and winced, her body flinching as she held a growl within her throat. It passed, but kept her on guard.

"I'm sorry...I can't control myself very well...it is of my nature I suppose..." she looked back up at him, and had a faint smile upon her, though her eyes still held so much emotion, "I am Ryu'Rage...who might you be?" then she gazed down at the feathers, then back up to him. Extending a wing she pushed a few towards him, "Do you want them?" she asked simply.  

[Baneful]

Mrost had his attention all but cleaved in half by the presence of the feathers and could hardly muster up the power to talk or pay attention properly. He managed, through tremendous strength of will to pull his mind together long enough to actually take a good long look at her, noting as he did so that her wings were blood tinged and with fur as black as deepest midnight.

As she spoke of the feathers again, his gaze instantly dove to them, his concentration shattered. They all but mocked him where they were and he gulped, seizing composure again frantically. He would take them but not possessively, not right away.

He nodded shakily, his pupils dilated slightly, obviously shaken despite his normally cool, slick composure. "We all have aspects of ourselves we'd rather not." he said wrly, frowning, his expression almost manic.

The moment the offer was extended however, he snapped into action, scooping the feathers up deftly and with surprising speed, taking them in a paw and padding over to sit a distance away, eying them hungrily. Manners dictated he should probably say thankyou, but he didn't feel like manners right now. Instead he stoked the feathers with a massive jet black claw grinning.

"Yes I want them." he added as an afterthought.  

[DragonsRage24]

Silver eyes watched the blue mass, he seemed quite odd. No odder then she was though. Ryu'Rage noted that. But she also still did not know his name, and she would rather not give him a nickname he would not like. But his obsession with the feathers caught her attention.

"Like feathers yes?" the look in his eye gave ehr the suggestion he liked eating them...that and the lack of feathers on his own wings. She wondered if he indeed ate them, then perhaps he'd rather have fresh ones then the ones that had already fallen.

"Do you enjoy them, the feathers?" she asked cusiourly, still not knowing his name. Then she thought of an idea. "Perhaps you would like fresher featehrs, then the fallen ones yes? Perhaps an exchange?"

She extened a wing out and in his direction, "I am use to pain, and they come back no matter what I try...perhaps, exchange of a name for fresher feathers?" her tail flicked to the side. This was perhaps the only way she could find out his name. He seemed interesting, and not afraid.

Which surprised her.

Yet kept her at ease.  

[Baneful]

Casually, while Rage was talking to him, he ate a few of the feathers in his paws, looking totally indifferent to his actions. He actually didn't eat much else, never seeing the point in hunting when you all but survived on the belief of others. Still, he didn't take his eyes off her, wary of the lack of control she had admitted earlier, ambushes were always a possibility.

After munching one or two of them, Mrost calmed down a bit, losing the manic erraticness of only moments ago, sweeping stray mane out of his eyes, sighing faintly and sitting up, calm as a still dark pond once again. However, this lucid calm was still only a mask, the niggling obsession with feathers was still there, always would be, just now more controlled and directable.

He shrugged "It's rather obvious." he stated dryly before going on to admit. "I have a "thing" for them. They are one of the few things in this world that taste as good as they look."

He flicked his tail grating the spikes across the ground.

"A trade would suit me just fine." he smirked "I'm war. Known as Mrost to those I trust." a dark chuckle escaped him "Though if it's names you want then my full title would be Mrostadamnusspectrulupis. No one calls me that." The other lions who had known that full title were all dead and gone.

He held out a paw expectantly "A trade is a trade, yes?"  

[DragonsRage24]

She listened to his words...so he lived on feathers to eat. Rather odd, but not unheard of. She had heard vague stories of others who ate their own feathers when they were starving. He just seemed to like them for his own passion for them.

War? This was interesting.

Breaking in her mind she closed her eyes again after listening to his name, him asking her for her part of the trade. Images of bloodshed and fallen images flooded her mind, a growl in her throat, the black aura starting to seep form her paws. She shook her head and placed her paws over her head for a moment, her wings laying on the ground. Trying to gain control again, it was hard. But she was interested in why he still stayed near.

It broke.

Ryu'Rage opened her eyes again, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry...you are the god of war, so you know of control yes? I'm the goddess of rage...my own rage cannot be controlled very well...rarely I am able to speak to any, even more rarely any like you." She stood up adn padded over to him, sitting on the right side of where he lay. She let her left wing fall into his paws, a faint smile on her face, "A trade is a trade yes."

Silver hues fell upon her wings for a moment, and she sighed, but looked back up at Mrost's face once again, "Thank you, for even speaking to me...many think of me as a nusense...no point in my living...eat what you will, they will come back...they always do." She lay her head on her forepaws but left her wing before him. Least if he would be made happy from her wings, today their being upon her back would be worth it.

To feel someone closeby and not run...she had missed the feeling. She prayed one day the feeling would never fade from her.  

[Baneful]

Mrost laughed darkly "Yes. Control is what I specialise in, control of mortals and their petty little arguments that can escalate into what I most desire. My own self cotrol is not as specialised but few will follow a leader who isn't confident and able. It's my job to be a leader." he purr-growled, noting her element with glee "No need to thank me, If there was any of the gods suited to conversing with you it's me, should your rage flare up in my direction, I'm confident I hold sufficient battle prowess and armour to prevent me gaining any hindering injuries." as she placed her wing in his paw, he siezed a clawfull of feathers, pulling them free with that surprising strength of muscle that seemed concealed to an extent by his rolling blue fur. He didn't try to make it painless, having only the vaguest concept of gentleness, reserving what manners he had for Eir.

Eating the handful of feathers, he spoke again, giving Rage an almost peevish look. "You let creatures speak of you like that? Lions have tried to say the same of me in the past, I made sure it was the last thing they ever uttered. I am not divided in my nature, I make decisions and I live by them. Wars were not won by dithering." he held his head up proudly, his manners those of a jaded old general who had seen more of the battlefield than he wished he had.

"Seems to me that your problem is self-confidence. If I had you in my army, I'd be the first one to drag that self doubt out of you. By the gods, you are rage, if there was ever something to be proud of, it's that. Too many times have I led an army to battle with rage by my side in in my heart." he grinned like a crocodile, tail curling effortlessly by his side.

"It seems you are another of the gods who it is my first time meeting but through element, I feel I have known for a very long time indeed."  

[DragonsRage24]

As he grabbed the feathers from her wing she only winced slightly, so accustomed to pain she dealt with day and days over from not only her aching heart but how her dark aura sometime burned at her flesh and soul. Feeding Mrost's hunger with only a slight twinge of pain was like nothing for her. She even held a faint smile upon her face, silver eyes continuing to watch him as he spoke.

Rage by his side? No doubt. He was that of war. Rage drove the hearts of others into situations, and many a time into battle. She knew this, a few times had caused it because she wanted to, or by accident. Ryu'Rage wished she had teh control Mrost had. The though of joining his army, being by his side like teh feeling of rage that drove him into battle made her wonder.

But could she gain control?

Or would she always be bound deep inside by the chains of her power.

"I let them speak of me, fear me because of what I am. True, I am Rage, a goddess, but I have no control. Many have fallen that did not deserve death by my paws, my power that raged onto them. Others corrupted by power, wanting to use me for control, chain me even more then my heart, made me lose those closest to me. Now-now I always fear I cannot control it, that..." she lowered her eyes to the ground, wrapping her right wing around her slightly, "I will always be alone...no one will want me around because of what I am ..."

She spoke the truth.

"Yes, the feeling in there I do agree Mrost," she spoke lightly, looking up at him again. "Rage drives your heart sometimes yes?" she asked curiously. She wondered if what Mrost said, about his army, breaking her self-doubt...if it was true. Or just some mind game to keep her calm, leave her feathers to him.

 

[Baneful]

Mrost ate the feathers he had procured before speaking again, once again pausing his restless fidgeting to sit down, curling his tail around a hind paw. He frowned dissaprovingly at Rage for her comments. "If you think nothing of yourself you cannot expect others to behave differently." he snorted "And any creature weak enough to fall to another deserved it for being so weak, that is the reality of things. There is no mercy, only the strong and the weak."

His expression turned cold for a second as she touched on others trying to use her for her powers. If he could, he'd be the same, everyone was a possible ally, a possible springboard to greater influence and power. He looked indifferent, an expression for Mrost that usually meant his mind was racing with possible thoughts.

"Hmmm. I wouldn't be the best of lions to be around. I eternally seek lions to aid me on my path, mortal or otherwise. I do not chain those who I consider allies however, only enemies require chains, mental or physical." Allies needed nothing more than loyalty.

"And as for what you are...." he eyed her critically "I see nothing more than a goddess who has let others dictate when she should fee ashamed, chained by her own belief in what others say."  

[DragonsRage24]

Ryu'Rage listened to Mrost, taking in every word he said. Speaking of the weak and the strong, chains, all of it made images and thoughts run through her mind. It was as if he could read her every thought, and interpret it in a way she had not thought of. She lowered her eyes to the ground though now, thinking of how to explain herself for acting how she did.


"I don't think highly of myself because...because its my fault my family is gone...they died because of me..." he voice was quiet, as if she didn't want to speak at all, but indeed she would. "I know what I am...but I can't control my anger, my own rage, my powers...my family was going to teach me...but got killed before they could finish."

She rememebred the day she lost them, how she cowered in fear, not knowing how to help them, Watching her parents and siblings fall, sacrficing themselves for her safety. "When they came," she spoke, referring to the lions that wanted to use her, "they wanted to take me when I was still a cub, wanted to use me to make their rage come out, make them stronger, and make me a slave...I don't want to be a slave...I just...just want somewhere I could belong."

She turned her head so it was laying on her forelegs and looked up at Mrost, her wing still outstratched for him, "I just want to feel like I have a purpose for something...someplace where I can feel like others would look after me if I needed it, protected me if I needed it...I want to gain control Mrost, but I-I don't know how..." She felt completely useless that she couldn't control herself. She wanted a home, she wanted friends, she wanted a life worth living.

Ryu'Rage wondered how she could help Mrost, perhaps that maybe with him she would find a place for herself, find a home, find herself in the process. He spoke of his allies not being chained. That perhaps his allies could also travel, not bound to one area, but would always have a place to reutrn too. Somewhere to go when they were needed.

To Ryu'Rage...it sounded nice.  

[Baneful]

He listened to what she had to say of her past with a seeming lack of concern, though, in truth he was listening keenly. So that was what founded her fear of what she represented, having her family killed. He couldn't understand what that would be like, his only family being creatures he would slay without hesitation. Mrost knew nothing of blood ties or family loyalty, anything that shared his blood was a blasphemy.

"Then teach yourself." he said matter-of-factly "You are no cub, families only teach the young, those of us who have no such luxury live by our wits. With no one to stroke your ego you do it yourself." he grinned wickedly, his slitted gaze meeting hers. He was fiercely confident in his own abilities, even when all facts seemed to point otherwise.

"What's past is dead and gone, if we let things follow us all our lives even I would have given up a long time ago." he had stumbled in his life when he was betrayed by his closest ally, still bearing the scar to this day on his forehead, concealed but always an invisible reminder.

"But I did not."

He understood her desire to want somewhere to belong, a purpose, he had sought the same thing once and found it in his own mind after looking long and hard. He didn't say so though, seeing any kind of admission of fallibility as a disgrace.

His manner was cold but so was he.

"I'm afraid I cannot help you with your own purpose, all I know is my own, to influence and evoke war wherever and whenever I can. Those who I look out for are those I call my soldiers and the reverse remains true. I imagine your purpose would not be so dfferent." he gave her a long, slow look.

"Perhaps what you need is to embrace your rage rather than always running away from who you are like a coward." he curled his lip "I cannot abide cowardice."

He got to his feet and began to walk off, stopping to look back over his shoulder. "Walk with me, I'm tired sitting around." It wasn't a request, he hardly knew the meaning of the term.

 

[DragonsRage24]

Absorbing each word, each phrase she tried to make sense of what he stated to her. Oddly enough it did. Though the loss of her family was still a touchy subject, she did want a place to belong, she did want to control, and she was afraid...of herself.

Ryu'Rage had always been afraid ever since that day that she would hurt others that didn't deserve it, shed blood that was innocent, lose any that she would newly meet, because they would fear her and run. Mrost was also right about another thing, in this light that Mrost was giving;

Their purposes seemed to relate to one another.

She stood up and walked with him, on his right side, folding her wings back and laid them against her back and continued along with him. Her silver eyes watching where they were going. Their purposes were alike...she was trying to find out how. Then it hit her.

He was war, she was rage, rage drives the heart, rage gives others power, war in the end brings power...

It all seemed to make sense in a roundabout way. "Then I will...I will learn then..." she spoke confidently, though still in a quiet voice. "I'll still worry, about my control until then...someday I will gain it though..."

Then she thought of another subject, "Mrost...you said you had an army...would I-" she stopped for a minute, and thought about what she was going to say, how to say it right, "would I have a place in it at all? Deserve a place in it?"

She was curious, she wanted to know what it was like. Mrost had been one of the few that had spoken to her without worry, he seemed so strong and confident. He said he did not chain his allies, his soldiers down...it was all so intriguing to her. Perhaps she could find a purpose in aiding him if he saw fit.