Aurelia
She doesn't mind much the way he stares, doesn't even turn to meet it. His guard is still up. As it would be, it makes sense and she hasn't much to hold against him for not trusting. That's more often a mistake than not, it seems, yet she does it against her better judgement. She trusts that, even beyond the boundaries of civilization, he won't attack her. At least not here or now, not as long as she doesn't attack first.
And, if her words have been any indication, she doesn't intend to.
The rumble in his throat does make her look, though, dragging her muzzle away from the mists to point it in his direction. She blinks slowly. Maybe it's just a blink, maybe it's subtle body language from cat-to-cat. Destruction, violence, bloodshed. Is that the only way the world can resolve issues? If that's the case, then it's not a matter of who's right or wrong, of who did what or who caused this and that. It all comes down to who is stronger. She says, and it's not so much a retort as... nihilism, depressing realizations about the reality they live in.
She ducks her head down, defeated because she did not have a revolutionary idea to pitch. She didn't have the argument or rhetoric to truly change the machinations of... anything. Let alone Deimos, solid and stony as he is. No. The war is promised. She sighs heftily through her nostrils, lips flaring with the breath. I don't pretend to think that it will magically go away. Or that doing nothing would be better.
But... where I come from... there was a war, too. Similar to the way the Gods have disdain for Ascended and Abandoned, people thought magic was evil, she turns her gaze back to the mists and the abyssal cliffs before them, but rather than settle their differences, the people fought and fought... until one side was almost completely annihilated. Her eyes narrow, her muscles tighten, and she sharpens with a deep-rooted anger. But not the fierce, explosive kind. The kind that settles in the wires and roots both, the kind that poisons a society and condemns it for decades until its people are so squashed down that they have no more will to fight.
She steps away from the ledge and faces him, That kind of victory came at a cost, and life was no better. In fact, it was worse. It was crueler. I've seen Caido from the outside - and the inside - and I'm afraid for it. We'll destroy ourselves and everything about the life we know. As humans... we always do.
And, if her words have been any indication, she doesn't intend to.
The rumble in his throat does make her look, though, dragging her muzzle away from the mists to point it in his direction. She blinks slowly. Maybe it's just a blink, maybe it's subtle body language from cat-to-cat. Destruction, violence, bloodshed. Is that the only way the world can resolve issues? If that's the case, then it's not a matter of who's right or wrong, of who did what or who caused this and that. It all comes down to who is stronger. She says, and it's not so much a retort as... nihilism, depressing realizations about the reality they live in.
She ducks her head down, defeated because she did not have a revolutionary idea to pitch. She didn't have the argument or rhetoric to truly change the machinations of... anything. Let alone Deimos, solid and stony as he is. No. The war is promised. She sighs heftily through her nostrils, lips flaring with the breath. I don't pretend to think that it will magically go away. Or that doing nothing would be better.
But... where I come from... there was a war, too. Similar to the way the Gods have disdain for Ascended and Abandoned, people thought magic was evil, she turns her gaze back to the mists and the abyssal cliffs before them, but rather than settle their differences, the people fought and fought... until one side was almost completely annihilated. Her eyes narrow, her muscles tighten, and she sharpens with a deep-rooted anger. But not the fierce, explosive kind. The kind that settles in the wires and roots both, the kind that poisons a society and condemns it for decades until its people are so squashed down that they have no more will to fight.
She steps away from the ledge and faces him, That kind of victory came at a cost, and life was no better. In fact, it was worse. It was crueler. I've seen Caido from the outside - and the inside - and I'm afraid for it. We'll destroy ourselves and everything about the life we know. As humans... we always do.
keep your face always toward the sunshine
and shadows will fall behind you
and shadows will fall behind you
