Those who do not moveDo not notice their chains
Qiturah was supposed to train Crusoe… Only she did not understand why that was her job. Why was it not his father‘s job? Technically, she and Crusoe were related. But it was not in any straight fashion sort of way. Her father’s father was also his father‘s father… But each of their fathers were only half brothers to one another. So it made them cousins… Sort of. Half cousins? Was that a thing? Even so, why did she have to teach him about being a Tempest, Drizzt certainly had the capability to do that himself did he not? But it seemed that the newest problem would not be her time spent wasting on Crusoe. She had already been waiting for him for minutes, hours it seemed, and though she felt relatively safe since she was only a hairs breath across the boundary from Dierne Hrof, danger still lurked in the shadows. If she was even a few months older, if she had come into her own powers, perhaps at all would have played out differently. She would be able to see soul of the others, not just the other Tempests or the Arcus Irae, but the soul of living things in general. She would be able to discern good from evil, and truth from lie. Perhaps… Perhaps because she could not, that is why when she heard paw steps she thought of Crusoe and not the fact that it could be a stranger, a warrior.
“It took you long enough! I could’ve slept in a lot longer!” Only, there was no spoken response. The sound of paw steps drew nearer still, and that was when she realized that Crusoe would be a pup like her, and yet these sounded more like the paw steps of her father, or her grandfather. “… Hello… Hello?” Fear made her voice tremble and her body quiver, and she squinted through the darkness.
There was no smile, nor really any expression at all as he came around the corner, instead it was a stoic mask that greeted her, silent, but with deadly intent. Perhaps if she had come into her powers, she would have been just react quicker, and would have been able to avoid his attack, but when he lunged at her full speed, Qiturah found herself only capable of scrambling backwards, without the ability to do anything else other than scream, and even that came out more as a squealing pip than a true shout for help. And in the blink of an eye, she felt something hard ram against her, knocking her down and sending her sprawling, and now it was a good thing that she was small - it knocked her far enough away from him such that the snap of his deadly pearls did not touch her. But she saw it, saw his motion, and understood that her life was about to end - there was not an ounce of mercy for her. She heard the clamping of his vice grip, and felt the reverberations as it echoed off of the surrounding cavernous walls. She took note of herself - felt the iron tinge of blood coming from her down shoulder that had skidded across the hard rock floor. She was out of breath already, despite the fact that she had yet to even try to attack him, had even tried to flee. Her heart was galloping in her chest, running away the way her paws would not. And yet, the Titan who had attacked her stood still, tall, and staring right at her. She felt her back up against the cavern wall, and realized that there was no where to go. And so she did the only thing she could…. She shut her eyes and inhaled sharply, and let loose as loud of a yell as she could, hoping that he would find her and her killer to at least take revenge for her death.
“Daddy!” Only, she opened her eyes not even a few seconds later when she realized that another had yelled, this one on her behalf despite the fact that she could not recognize the vocals.
‘Halt! Don’t you dare touch her!’
When Qiturah found the origin, her heart sank - it was a rainbow, like Scamander. The little lass did not know much about them, but knew that Tempests were meant to protect them, and not the other way around. They were more fragile, less strong… still, perhaps if this rainbow was here, her Oferweder was as well…? Or was that too much to hope? Whether it was or not, Qiturah grasped onto it and held tightly to that hope, a chance that she might survive this. As quickly as she could, she scrambled to her paws and ran to hide behind the rainbow, huddling against her leg. Qiturah knew that when she got older, such touch was dangerous and forbidden… But for now, she could take only comfort in the presence of the female as she softly whispered toward her. “Who is your guardian? Did you bring them with you?”
Qiturah | Vladimir x Seraphina | Ziva, AsmundIkuseghan, Roan, Maui, Liora | Pup | Lonely Heart | No Legacy
