Post by Elysia on Dec 2, 2009 21:36:58 GMT -5
“Distant cousin…” she repeated through a smirk, expression speaking of her awareness in this game he played. He hardly gave any answers, only tiny trails, bread crumbs scattered across the way. However she didn’t mind the game. Even with the smallest of pieces a puzzle could be put together and Elysia was determined to solve it. She loved a challenge, enjoyed the it the greater it was. And he presented such. This may have not been a battlefield... yet but it was a mystery waiting to be unveiled. Already she knew many things about him, some information extracted even from his vague responses. It wasn’t telepathy or any similar rumored gift, simply time and experience. After hundreds of years of war and interrogation one would learn to decipher the subtle reactions of the body, to read between lines. The sixth sense, their superb sight gave even more details. Usually in extreme circumstances emotional responses when questioned made the aura waver as the sea under stormy skies. His aura was leveled… smooth, vibrating and shifting at times but in slightest touches that even she, a seasoned warrior and interrogator had to concentrate on to notice.
All of this spoke volumes of his life and personality, essentially slowly revealing answer to the question of who he is. He was a tormentor… not only did he administrate pain but also learned to control it by receiving it. Interesting… Elysia wondered about his upbringing and similarities to her own. To know pain, its core and thus gain power over it. She still vividly remembered the three trials of Ka’rath, to learn to be pray before predator, predator before hunter, become a hunter that unites all previous. Yes …she remembered every strike, wound. A smile was held back as another memory, of her dying fathers’ eyes and cry of the sister that accompanied him to the afterlife, killed by her. Too bad angels did not truly believe in it. Watching him closely she waited for a second, observing him and thinking… He had marks, tattoos as she did though probably with different meaning. Or perhaps not? Maybe these creatures too pierced their skin and painted it for similar reasons, maybe those black symbols were meaningful and significant.
She doubted his claim he didn’t hold a leadership position and there were more reasons to that suspicion. Davis’ character… the few gestures, words; tone all leaned towards a constitution of a leader. There was a chance this was true, that he was no one of importance. In that case she wouldn’t be surprised seeing things changing quickly, or him striving for dominance. Just because he kept a low profile…how he claimed.. one of the many, didn’t mean he wouldn’t force his way to power when opportunity arises. Davis could be simply waiting for the right time to take his claim. Then she recalled something from when she first stepped into the room, something further interrogation and observation confirmed. His mental state and body structure, the strength of his aura and unique existence… all testified of his power as a fighter. Wounds however told a different story. They were minor… existent but minor.
It simply didn’t match up… the scares, cuts, bruises.. It would be expected from a regular human but not him and not with Sadira involved. Davis didn’t seem to be the one to give up as long as he had his limbs, yet they were untouched and very much whole. So question arose… why? Why would someone of that strength give in that easily? Either Sadira was going soft which is something Elysia doubted, or he had an ulterior motive. The latter would be more plausible. With out a doubt it was something to look into. A smile crossed her lips, the predator one followed by a spark within her ecliptic eyes as he asked a question. How daring… to take the role of interrogator. “One would think they would chose a more timid and weak sacrificial lamb if that was the case.” Smile slightly broadened laced with the killer feel. “No … Let just say that I am a distant ally just as you are a distant cousin.” After answering she paused briefly and stretched the gold colored wings before folding them to her body. “Now … Davis” slowly she made a few steps towards him observing his wounds before eyes locked onto his own. “Tell me… how did Sadira of Rashieka acquire such a prize? How exactly did you come into her possesion?”
All of this spoke volumes of his life and personality, essentially slowly revealing answer to the question of who he is. He was a tormentor… not only did he administrate pain but also learned to control it by receiving it. Interesting… Elysia wondered about his upbringing and similarities to her own. To know pain, its core and thus gain power over it. She still vividly remembered the three trials of Ka’rath, to learn to be pray before predator, predator before hunter, become a hunter that unites all previous. Yes …she remembered every strike, wound. A smile was held back as another memory, of her dying fathers’ eyes and cry of the sister that accompanied him to the afterlife, killed by her. Too bad angels did not truly believe in it. Watching him closely she waited for a second, observing him and thinking… He had marks, tattoos as she did though probably with different meaning. Or perhaps not? Maybe these creatures too pierced their skin and painted it for similar reasons, maybe those black symbols were meaningful and significant.
She doubted his claim he didn’t hold a leadership position and there were more reasons to that suspicion. Davis’ character… the few gestures, words; tone all leaned towards a constitution of a leader. There was a chance this was true, that he was no one of importance. In that case she wouldn’t be surprised seeing things changing quickly, or him striving for dominance. Just because he kept a low profile…how he claimed.. one of the many, didn’t mean he wouldn’t force his way to power when opportunity arises. Davis could be simply waiting for the right time to take his claim. Then she recalled something from when she first stepped into the room, something further interrogation and observation confirmed. His mental state and body structure, the strength of his aura and unique existence… all testified of his power as a fighter. Wounds however told a different story. They were minor… existent but minor.
It simply didn’t match up… the scares, cuts, bruises.. It would be expected from a regular human but not him and not with Sadira involved. Davis didn’t seem to be the one to give up as long as he had his limbs, yet they were untouched and very much whole. So question arose… why? Why would someone of that strength give in that easily? Either Sadira was going soft which is something Elysia doubted, or he had an ulterior motive. The latter would be more plausible. With out a doubt it was something to look into. A smile crossed her lips, the predator one followed by a spark within her ecliptic eyes as he asked a question. How daring… to take the role of interrogator. “One would think they would chose a more timid and weak sacrificial lamb if that was the case.” Smile slightly broadened laced with the killer feel. “No … Let just say that I am a distant ally just as you are a distant cousin.” After answering she paused briefly and stretched the gold colored wings before folding them to her body. “Now … Davis” slowly she made a few steps towards him observing his wounds before eyes locked onto his own. “Tell me… how did Sadira of Rashieka acquire such a prize? How exactly did you come into her possesion?”