KIADA
this is your sport,
but she's not playing a game
Her shoulder begins to throb, and she clenches her teeth against the pain and blood as she moves toward Amalia – the voice she uses. If anyone knows her past now, fully, with every bit and piece broken and fit into the wrong places, it was Amalia and Deimos. And now, here she was, trying to prove herself against the Shield, a makeshift daughter of a shield and a sword. The only thing she had ever wanted to be.
She clenches her teeth harder as Amalia mentions she’s proud, and she can feel the burning begin to surface in her eyes along her waterline. And she does all she can to blink them away, to keep her vision clear as she listens and catches her breath. She knows it’s more than just being a guardian, she knows it’s more than her, and she wants that more than anything. She wants a purpose – to be something, to do something. Amalia is the Shield of Safrin. Deimos is her Sword.
Kiada is nothing.
The Harpy wants to be something, to better herself, to become and do better, and she lunges with it in mind, aiming for the staff and shield, not aiming to maim but aiming to knock her down, to win and win and win. Her knife hits the shield, and her hand wraps around the staff. Her eyes move toward Amalia’s face – the icy blues ringed with a tinge of red as her hands tremble on the staff and Amalia pushes up, knocking the both of them to the ground. “I want it, Ama.” There’s a lingering sadness to her voice, a yearning for something to become.
She hits the ground, and her shoulder throbs further, another amount of blood beginning to seep, but she doesn’t let it go. Her hand remains on the staff as she moves to try and pin Amalia with the staff. “I have always been what people needed me to be. And I need to be something.” She pauses, panting. “You are Safrin’s Shield.” She tries to extenuate the point, to show the leopardess that she has a purpose and Kiada has done nothing other than train, make mistakes, and wallow in her own pity.
She clenches her teeth harder as Amalia mentions she’s proud, and she can feel the burning begin to surface in her eyes along her waterline. And she does all she can to blink them away, to keep her vision clear as she listens and catches her breath. She knows it’s more than just being a guardian, she knows it’s more than her, and she wants that more than anything. She wants a purpose – to be something, to do something. Amalia is the Shield of Safrin. Deimos is her Sword.
Kiada is nothing.
The Harpy wants to be something, to better herself, to become and do better, and she lunges with it in mind, aiming for the staff and shield, not aiming to maim but aiming to knock her down, to win and win and win. Her knife hits the shield, and her hand wraps around the staff. Her eyes move toward Amalia’s face – the icy blues ringed with a tinge of red as her hands tremble on the staff and Amalia pushes up, knocking the both of them to the ground. “I want it, Ama.” There’s a lingering sadness to her voice, a yearning for something to become.
She hits the ground, and her shoulder throbs further, another amount of blood beginning to seep, but she doesn’t let it go. Her hand remains on the staff as she moves to try and pin Amalia with the staff. “I have always been what people needed me to be. And I need to be something.” She pauses, panting. “You are Safrin’s Shield.” She tries to extenuate the point, to show the leopardess that she has a purpose and Kiada has done nothing other than train, make mistakes, and wallow in her own pity.
do not think you are safe
because you love her
do not think she will not stain her mouth
red with your blood too
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
