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Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 1, 2018 23:42:49 GMT -5
She had taken some time to collect herself, and had reached a decision.
On one paw, she should have been a complete and total mess. Perhaps she was. In the last few months, several things had happened. It had started with the fire that left her son crippled, one of her own lives lost, and in turn, her unborn litter had miscarried. The burns that massacred her lower flank and legs had healed well with Piroska's attentive care, but her scars were the least of her worries. The day after that fire, her sister, Raelynn had disappeared. It had only been a few days before Understar had reached out to her to inform her that not only was the Shaman dead, but she had died by the paw of their brother, Ruslan. Vera had confronted the Assassin an hour later, and had discovered that not only did he kill Raelynn, but also Reyanna, seasons ago. After a long and drawn out battle, Vera had killed her own brother, and promptly had lost another life from her injuries. Ruslan truly had succeeded in killing all three of his sisters; but Vera wasn't the type of cat to simply die.
So yes, it had been a season straight from hell. As she rested in her den, the Nemesis waited the arrival of her son, Arden, who she had asked to meet her.
The Nemesis stared at the wall, her eyes unfocused. There were harder times approaching.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 16, 2018 17:24:01 GMT -5
Even as he neared his mother's den, the Assassin toyed with the idea of simply turning around and walking away, refusing to meet her. It would be his death to ignore a direct order, even the younglings knew that. Despite the prospect, death seemed almost preferable to facing the Nemesis.
He'd failed her. Failed in such a spectacular way as to let his uncle, his mentor, get away with murder right under his nose. And not just any murder, but the assassination of his aunts, and of Vera as well, though she was lucky enough to have lives to save her, and the skill to end Ruslan. He should have known better. Should have been suspicious of all the time they spent apart. But no, he'd been too busy with his training and his own goals to realize what was going on. Arden cursed himself every day for having been so blind.
And now she wanted to meet with him, for the first time in moons. Until today, he'd thrown himself into training Batair, into keeping a closer eye on the members of the league as a whole, trying to weed out traitors. The bengal wasn't sure whether his mother was avoiding him, or if she'd really just grown so distant due to recent events. This lack of certainty left him wholly unsure of what this meeting would bring.
His expression was polite, but neutral as he stepped into the den, a regal grace to his movements and stance as though nothing at all had changed between them. "Mother." Arden greeted calmly, dipping his head in respect and halting where he was just within the E'tani's personal sanctuary. "You wanted to see me?"
Post by xx.sapphire on Jan 19, 2019 23:39:41 GMT -5
"Yes, come in, sit," Vera's attention refocused on her son, waiting a moment before continuing. The Nemesis had been so wrapped up in her own grief lately that she hadn't even stopped to consider how her son may have felt, and the thought alone was enough to induce nausea. Vera was a terrible mother.
"I have important matters to discuss with you. Surely you are aware that the prey on the league's territory has seemed to fall ill, with more and more sick prey being found every day?" she inquired, doing her best to manage her tone.
