Siren Shiva
Minmatar Veto. Veto Corp
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Posted - 2007.01.17 21:41:00 -
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She had waited for this day.
The hours had been counted, the sisters assembled, war symbols painted on warm skin in entwining, complex lines. The ink mixture was still fresh - one of its ingredients being a drop of blood, one for each month of service.
Shiva rested kneeling before her elder sister - Endymion, of the Seraph generation. She bowed her head, hair flowing in dark rivers of silken darkness downwards to her bare feet. One cheeky stray tress lay resting upon the leather-wrapped grip of the arm-length kathanai-blade she held in front of her... trembling lightly within the warmth of her breath, and about to fall.
That's me. The stray misfit outsider, dancing upon the blade.
A faint, impish smile touched the corners of Shiva's mouth for just an instant, lingering just long enough to earn the disapproval of her sister. Endymion lifted a hand before her. The fingers were long and slender, but Shiva knew only too well about the terrible power within them, within every inch of the woman before her. Power to invoke fear, bring pain... or give pleasure beyond imagination.
Love and fear are the twin shadows cast by life. One accompanies the other, and I have abandoned both.
Am I alive?
Shiva lifted her eyes, dark lashes rising, and joined Endymion's firm gaze with her own. None of them blinked as the glint of Shiva's fierce fire met her sister's cold blue dedication. Endymion slowly turned her palm upwards, revealing the permanently tattooed symbol that dominated it with dark twirls.
Loyalty.
Shiva answered with a graceful gesture of her own, fingers bending backwards to let the dim light claim the inked lines upon her palm.
Protection.
'My smile is no longer yours to call for, Endymion, of the Seraph generation.'
A faint rustle of stirring clothing filled the air as some of the gathered sisters moved slightly, some taking the chance to exchange silent glances. They sat along the length of both walls of the narrow room, nearly a dozen young women of the Sebiestor bloodline. Most were spitting images of either Shiva or Endymion, each feature perfectly alike. Mixed in between were a few unique faces of the Khanid bloodline, their narrow eyes watching every movement of the kneeling women amid them.
One generation to kill, one to be loved... but now they are joined and alike, Sirens chanting to bring death, and Seraphs of death forming bonds of love. Not quite the plan of our creators.
Oh, how I love to spoil a plan.
Endymion rose her voice, her dark timbre softened by the flicker of affection within her eyes. Her features were harsher and sharper than Shiva's, but still maintained a wild beauty, and her moving lips knew only too well how to set skin on fire.
'I know, Shiva. You will be leaving us.'
Shiva tilted her head slightly to watch her own slender fingers trail along the shimmering blade. Most likely she would not need it, there were other weapons to achieve her goals. Within herself, her memories, and her spirit. Her sharp mind and tongue had been feared and despised, the curves of her body had brought men and women to tears, and her personality had been a brilliant light to some and a displeasing sting to others.
She had gone her own way, made her own rules. She would leave the concept of fitting in to those who needed it.
'You also know that there is more than just one bond of blood ensuring my friendship and support, Endymion.' Shiva's tone remained firm, but there was a new element vibrating within... supported by a quick, almost suppliant glance from her darkly painted eyes.
Endymion smiled with soft warm complacence, her fingers fluttering with an almost casual, releasing gesture towards the door at the end of the narrow room.
'Go now, Shiva. Take many lives.'
Lyticus > I freaking hate you! Siren Shiva > I love you too <3 Trey > Siren sounds like she could kick my ass on Vent
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