KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore
that you are ruined
The Harpy nods briefly, offering a half smile at the mention of the Fae. “Perhaps I can fill you in on their practices sometime.” She says easily with a small shrug – it took some getting used to, but Kiada has reached the point now where she can openly talk about it without withdrawing, without hiding and thinking of all the terrible things that had happened to her over the years. Deep down she hopes the Tulminhar feels better after their ordeal.
For a moment, though, she notices Ashe straighten and she tries to keep her posture soft and smooth, calm and quiet almost as though she’s trying to be perceived as anything but a threat. And it works, as the blade is stretched out toward her – from one scarred hand to another, she retreats her own hand and meets Ashe’s gaze with her own and a soft smile. At Ashe’s words, she chuckles quietly and shrugs, yet before she can say much the spire tumbles to the floor and squeaks, moving toward Auni who darts toward the spider with his head close to the ground like a bloodhound.
Her gaze lingers on the pair as Auni tries to play with Soot, pressing his nose toward the ground in the hopes the spider might clamber up his face and hang out in his antlers like Isuma had. They pulse a gentle golden glow and his nub of a tail wiggles with excitement. Kiada’s eyes lift up toward Ashe as she asks her own question, and Kiada gives a wolfish grin that she imagines Ashe might appreciate before chuckling. “I’d say survival but isn’t that all any of it is?” She asks with a half laugh.
“The world I was born in died when a corrupt god came and killed all of ours, threw the survivors into a portal to save his world, and not long after that we were just thrown from there. Ended up here amidst all of the raucous.” She says with a small shrug. “Lots of war against terrible nightmarish creatures, not against people really.” She offers it easily, because Ashe hasn’t asked the details. Hasn’t asked how Kiada got wrapped up into it. How the Harpy helped the rogue god gain power and destroy her gods and home, throwing her into a strange world of darkness and destruction, and how she’d howled and screamed at her false god for injustice. Until she had to save him, and still be thrown from his grip. And how she ended up here with friends from her first world, revived and different, and her first love only to watch him perish again.
For a moment, though, she notices Ashe straighten and she tries to keep her posture soft and smooth, calm and quiet almost as though she’s trying to be perceived as anything but a threat. And it works, as the blade is stretched out toward her – from one scarred hand to another, she retreats her own hand and meets Ashe’s gaze with her own and a soft smile. At Ashe’s words, she chuckles quietly and shrugs, yet before she can say much the spire tumbles to the floor and squeaks, moving toward Auni who darts toward the spider with his head close to the ground like a bloodhound.
Her gaze lingers on the pair as Auni tries to play with Soot, pressing his nose toward the ground in the hopes the spider might clamber up his face and hang out in his antlers like Isuma had. They pulse a gentle golden glow and his nub of a tail wiggles with excitement. Kiada’s eyes lift up toward Ashe as she asks her own question, and Kiada gives a wolfish grin that she imagines Ashe might appreciate before chuckling. “I’d say survival but isn’t that all any of it is?” She asks with a half laugh.
“The world I was born in died when a corrupt god came and killed all of ours, threw the survivors into a portal to save his world, and not long after that we were just thrown from there. Ended up here amidst all of the raucous.” She says with a small shrug. “Lots of war against terrible nightmarish creatures, not against people really.” She offers it easily, because Ashe hasn’t asked the details. Hasn’t asked how Kiada got wrapped up into it. How the Harpy helped the rogue god gain power and destroy her gods and home, throwing her into a strange world of darkness and destruction, and how she’d howled and screamed at her false god for injustice. Until she had to save him, and still be thrown from his grip. And how she ended up here with friends from her first world, revived and different, and her first love only to watch him perish again.
and you wonder why he lets you
the butcher
touch him,
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
