Rhysols Angels (Shriek)

[Irriari]

Rhysolss Angels
Evening, Day 39, Summer, 511 AV
(Shriek, please)
OOCV/Gillar, please don't smite me for the name. Nilkayn thought of it, and I like it!!

Irriari browsed the streets of Ravok in search of something fun to do. Few humans were out tonight, which was an odd occurrence. After a quick look at the moon, Irriari discerned why only the drunkest of fools were dragging themselves across the streets. It was only 3 or 4 bells till the sun began to rise. Maybe a desperate pick pocket would attempt to rob her, or a human beggar would attempt to wager a dice game for some coins. Either would provide a not so willing outlet for her rage, but their emotions hardly mattered, especially with the former of the two.

The claws on her feet clicked on the stone pathways as she walked along riverside. Dead bodies shined below the grimy surface and Irriari took a moment to examine the rotting corpses. Skin floated off their forms in a grotesque display of the power of decay, and Irriari found herself searching the streets once again. It wouldn't do to look in one place for too long. If pickpockets and bandits were lurking in the night, staying alert could save her the hassle of dealing with them and being caught off guard.

After another bell, Irriari was about ready to head to the boarding house. She did want to walk around the plaza more, but it seemed that there was nothing of interest to be seen. Then, she heard the telltale sound of clawed feet moving on the ground, as her own did. A zith. In no time, she had located the source of the noise, and the female was only a couple hundred feet in front of her.

“Wing sister!” She yelled out in Zithanese, happily.

It was almost too much to see another fellow zith in Ravok, and she had no idea how the unknown female would react. Either way, Irriari could deal with such things when then occurred. For now, she was simply joyful.

[Shriek]

Shriek was bored. There was no other word for it. She was walking the streets of Ravok, which felt extremely odd for some reason, observing every bit of the urban wildlife she glimpsed in shadowed alleys or in the alcoves of doors. As she walked, she had to admit to herself that the city was a dark place, but it was beautiful even in its darkness. Shriek could always find beauty in the darkness.

Even so, with her thoughts of the loveliness of Ravok as lit by the dark God Leth, she felt bored. In her entire short life, she'd never felt bored before. In Castle Xy, she could cure herself of the first twinges of ennui by setting free a group of slaves and hunting them with her colony. Here, far away from the last of her race crawling and flapping near Xy, there was no relief. Sure, she could sink into the bestial nature she harboured and kill every man, woman and child she saw, but she didn't particularly want to die.

The cry in the language last heard shrieked in the night as a hunt was begun brought Shriek to an abrupt halt from her ceaseless, mindless wandering. Zithanese was not a language she'd heard in too long, and her heart leapt in both joy and shock as she turned amber eyes to the Zith who'd called out. She smiled.

"Another sister!" She exclaimed, speaking Zithanese as well, the sounds rumbling, purring, and squeaking past her lips. If any non-Zith would have been watching, the sound could have been amusing, had the speaker not born wicked claws and serrated fangs. "What are you doing here?" The question came unbidden to her dark lips, asked out of pure curiousity.

[Irriari]

The other zith turned and looked, as she yelled out, and Irriari caught her first glance of the other zith. The other female was shorter, but her hair was much longer and the amber eyes than had looked around at her greeting were a color that Irriari had not seen in her home colony. Thankfully, the girl did not immediately turn to kill her. For a moment, they were both simply allowed to be happy, but soon, Irriari knew the assessment of skills and weaknesses would begin. Who was stronger? Was she the enemy? Where did her skills lie? It was a dangerous game, but nothing sung to her soul like the language of zithanese on her tongue as she gazed upon someone so similar to herself.

The girl did not move forward, but addressed her where she stood. Irriari thought for a moment. The question was probing, but the haste with which it was uttered made her think that the game had hardly begun yet. Perhaps the other girl was just curious, though no matter what her reason, the question was no simpler to answer.

Why was she here? Obviously, the nuit in Sahova had hardly been hospitable, and though she wished to join the Ebonstryfe now, she hadn't known of them before. Maybe, it was because of her love to travel, though she didn't enjoy it in the same way humans did. To Irriari, coming to Ravok had simply seemed like the most logical thing to do, given the choices she had been presented on the island. Finally, after her brief period of introspection, she felt ready to answer the question.

“I am here to learn, and to join the Ebonstryfe. I hate that it is so filled with humans, but there is little I can do when there are so many.”

Irriari hardly feared talking about the humans, even as they surrounded her in the plaza. They couldn't grasp even the simplest word in her native tongue, and any attempts to replicate it would end in failure, as many slaves had proven. Now, she was ready to have a few questions of her own answered.

“Who are you, and what brings you here? What colony are you from, and what weapon do you prefer?”

While the list of questions was long, it was expected for those meeting another zith from an unknown colony, though few such encounters ended civilly in the wilds.