Unwelcome Company

by **Scorn** on September 18th, 2013, 12:36 am

Scorn could not help feeling pleased when Vyvian said that she had been designed to kill. It was, after all, her favorite activity. She watched with interest as he retrieved his device, seeming to know exactly how to manipulate it to make it do what he wanted. From the sound of it, its purpose was much as she had suspected. In fact, his talk of killing and eating was giving her some interesting ideas.

She dropped to the ground with a grunt, growling a little. "You won't harm me because if you do I will kill you," she reminded him. She was annoyed that he hadn't fully grasped the concept yet. Unfortunately, for some reason, she was not managing to fill her voice with the bone-chilling authority her father had always used. It would be disappointing if she had to resort to violence to discipline her slave.

Withe her wings folded along her back, she stepped closer to Vyvian. When she was within a foot of him, she looked up at his face, frowning. Had he always been this tall? He hadn't seemed this tall when she had been carrying him through the air. "When the storm is done," she said abruptly, "we hunt. We will see if your machine can compete with a real killer." She grinned and ran her tongue over her teeth in anticipation.

It didn't take long for her to realize that the storm would still be going on for a while, however, and she wasn't sure what to do with the slave until then. In other circumstances, she might try to find her sister, or one of the other Zith nearby, but if she left her slave alone he might get ideas about crawling back to his own colony (which wasn't all that far away). Faced with the prospect of standing there doing nothing but stare at each other, Scorn suddenly spat, "Do something interesting!"

by **Vyvian** on September 18th, 2013, 6:06 pm

Vyvian chuckled melodically.

"Oh if you try to kill me I'll just fire my bow in any direction and you'll be running away faster than a Mother from her newborn child."

When his quip had no effect he frowned a little before his eyes lit up.

"Ah yeah.. forget I said that. Uhm, faster than your prey from you, for example."

It didn't quite seem to have the same effect, but Vyvian was not concerned. In his eyes glinted something alien, almost malicious. Was he enjoying this?

When Scorn mentioned a hunt the light in his eyes seemingly dimmed.

"Oh, an ordinary 'let's kill the prey' thing? If you insist." slouching a little, he stooped down to pick up a pebble that had caught his eye. He ran it through his hands and marveled at how spherical it was.. What were the chances that over the years nature had shaped the one morsel of stone to just this perfect geometric shape.. Completely forgetting where he was, he examined the stone with utmost love and devotion, smiling a little to himself. Suddenly he blinked and remembered where he was when Scorn moved.

"Huh? Something interesting?" the fire in his eyes returned.

"Ah I see, so I'm here to ease your boredom? I had put you beyond such base desires but oh well." despite all his words, his face remained as deadpan as ever, only his eyes betraying his interest in... whatever it was.

by **Scorn** on September 24th, 2013, 3:28 am

Scorn was confused by Vyvian's disinterest in hunting, confused enough to tilt her head and really look at him. She did not understand his use of the word "ordinary." In her mind it meant something that occurred often, which was certainly true of hunting, but the way he said it... it sounded like he meant to say "boring" instead, and Scorn could not understand how that could ever be. Hunting was life. It was the way to exist, and the reason to exist, and...and if you didn't hunt, you were dead inside...

Of course, Scorn did not know how to articulate any of this to her new pet. It was so basic, so obvious. The single Zith word encompassed all of that in its meaning. It was just something all Zith understood. Maybe she should let him go hungry for a few days. Then he might be more excited to hunt...

Before Scorn could decide whether to deny food to Vyvian, he kept talking. His words made her frown deeper. He kept asking questions about why he was there, which could only mean the he still didn't get it. Worse, he kept using phrases that didn't make sense or she didn't understand. Beyond some kind of desires? What did that even mean, and why would anyone want to be anywhere other than their desires? It was not just stupid, it was also insane. Did he think Zith were too insane to follow their instincts? It was the only conclusion that made sense.

She didn't like Vyvian messing with her head like this. It...didn't quite hurt, but it felt like something was stretching farther than it should be, and it scared her. Her fear combined with her annoyance at Vyvian's obliviousness to his situation, and she reacted as any Zith would. She attacked him.

She began with a back-handed strike to his face, pumping her wings to give her the height advantage. Most of her rage went into that first hit, but she continues to kick and scratch. She did not use her claws too terribly extensively, since her mood was not quite consistent with disemboweling the twig man. The fur he was wearing also protected him somewhat, though his clothing was by no means unscathed, and just because Scorn was not used her claws to their fullest potential did not mean she was pulling any punches.

Only a few words punctuated the beating. "You are here to do what I tell you!"

OOCUm...welcome to living with a Zith? ^^; Good luck

by **Vyvian** on September 24th, 2013, 4:05 pm

Yelping, Vyvian landed on the floor violently, before spitting out blood from his mouth. Standing up with difficulty he looked down at scorn, seemingly without fear still. His face was as emotionless and impassive as it always was, eyes glancing everywhere but her eyes.

"Scorn. You haven't told me to do anything yet, what do you expect me to do?" he murmered, fiddling almost sadly with his clothes, revealing pale flesh, and dark blood, contrasting sickeningly.

He walked towards scorn slowly. It would be threatening if he didn't look so pathetic, instead it just looked unnerving.

"I don't understand you. You're predatory by nature, and have had multiple chances to kill me. Yet you don't do anything. Sometimes I get you angry and you wound me. But every time you stop yourself."

He guestured down at himself, Alabastar skin dripping crimson, like some grotesque art.

"I know enough about Zith to know that I shouldn't be alive if you wanted me dead."

He slowly ran his hands along her blue hair, examining it closely as if it would give him an answer, he squinted in concentration, like he was examining her.

"Why don't you kill me... why..."

The tiny bits of grey dust he had picked up when he fell slowly rubbed off onto her hair. It was like he had tarnished her. Sitting down right in front of her, he looked up at her innocently.

"It's like you want me to be submissive, which is why you bully me.. but ultimately you... just don't know what to do."

He smiled to himself and looked down and the dust, tracing patterns that only he understood.

"Yes that's it... you're lost and on your own. No one to tell you what to do."

by **Scorn** on September 25th, 2013, 11:34 pm

Scorn could smell no fear on the twig man, only the tang of his blood trickling down his skin. It wasn't just a lack of fear... there was no adrenaline at all. He did not fight back, or get angry, or even try to defend himself, much less retaliate. It was...creepy, to say the least. Scorn took a few steps back, eyeing him warily, disturbed at his lack of reaction. What kind of animal was he, that he had no self-preservation instinct?

She almost missed the words that started pouring from his mouth; they were so quiet they might have been a hum. But after a few ticks she realized that he was mumbling in the slave tongue, and she struggled to understand him. What words she could understand led her to a rather distressing conclusion. It was beginning to look like her slave was exceptionally stupid.

She snapped at him, hoping sense might reach where violence has failed. "Yes, no one tells me what to do; I tell you what to do." She somewhat missed the point of his comment, but she had considered it one of the few advantages of being on her own that she was free from an elder's rule. Hers was an independent spirit, so much so that she would not entirely submit even to the elder Zith, Massacre.

Which reminded her of another point on which she needed to set her poor stupid slave straight. "And I am not alone. Other Zith are here." Massacre had tracked her here all the way from the Sea of Grass, and she had met others. They were still too few, and in too strange a situation to have fallen into familiar colony patterns, but it brought Scorn hope for the future.

"Other Zith who don't want you alive like I do," she added. "I want a slave, so you live. When that stops, you die." She spoke simply, as if that were the way of things, a fact of life he should already know. "If you keep being stupid, I won't want you alive anymore," she finished, meaningfully.

There was a tiny, realistic fraction of her mind that realized that the odds of him ceasing to be as ignorant as he had so far demonstrated were pretty slim, at least for the next few chimes. Perhaps if she got him out hunting, she could prove to herself that it was not a waste of effort to keep him. He had not shown much enthusiasm for the plan, but if she had gotten through to him at all, he might be smart enough to keep his mouth shut this time. "We hunt when the rain ends," she said abruptly, clearly not interested in continuing the conversation.

by **Ensnare** on September 28th, 2013, 4:02 am

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Scorn

Skill	XP Gained
Observation	3
Flying	1
Intimidation	2
Brawling	2
Persuasion	1

Lore Gained

Vyvian: The Complacent Slave

Showing One Who's Boss

Challenging a Symenestra to a Hunt

Items/Consequences: +1 Slave. Though it may not be formalized within the eyes of the Symenestra, they will begin to take note of both Scorn's and Vyvian's behaviour with one another and react accordingly; they will jump to Vyvian's aid if they see him abused in front of them, and defend him because he is one of their own, he is Symenestra, regardless or not Scorn has claimed him as her slave. But only if they see him being abused in front of them.

Vyvian

Skill	XP Gained
Observation	2
Rhetoric	3
Persuasion	1
Intimidation	1

Lore Gained

Scorn: Potential Slave-Master?

Remaining Calm With a Zith

Challenge: Machine Vs. Zith. FIGHT!

Items/Consequences: 3 deep cuts diagonally leaning horizontally across your right cheek and the bridge of your nose, these will heal after 3 weeks, and then will scar promptly. Small scratches can be found along his arms, and upper body, with a nick here and there close to his neck, they will heal after 2 weeks but will fade into small unnoticiable scars. 4 Claw marks are now across Vyvian's chest, they are semi-deep, and will heal after 3 weeks as well as scar afterwards. Bruises will cover your mostly your arms, face, and upper body, and will dissapear after 2 weeks. (Times are meant for natural healing, and non-Rak'keli marked healers.) Besides all that, Vyvian will feel a horrid pain in his back from where he landed when he fell down, the pain will last for 5 weeks if not treated. If the face and chest injuries are left alone to heal by themselves, you are subjected to the chance of infection, and then getting sick. All injuries can be treated by a 1st marked Rak'keli healer to shorten the healing time down to 3, 2, 3, 2, 5 days respectively (avoiding the chance of infection as well.) To heal scars away completely you will need a twice marked Rak'keli healer.

Oh, and your shirt is sliced open where her claws connected, and there are puncture holes, and rips in your fur lined jacket.

Both Scorn and Vyvian: Rumors begin about the both of you the moment another Symenestra sees Vyvian's injuries, and Scorn with him. Prepare for the gossip!

If you feel I have graded you unfairly, or if you have any questions, please send me a PM and we'll work the problem out.

Notes :

Closed Unwelcome Company