mia 39th, 81381. atti. The slash down his back from a long time ago had taken two weeks to heal, and he had scars striped across the serpents between his shoulderblades from the knife-van. He was a little quieter, thinner; more vulnerable and sensitive, now. His abdomen was still bandaged, as was his thigh, and as Atti leaned against the cold, brushed-steel surface of the elevator's internal wall, he plucked at the skintight black shirt that accentuated his lean, well-sinewed form and white-laced corset piercings (which could be seen now on his nape), as well as the equally hermetic gray hoodie that covered the garment. He had a new piercing – a bead ring on his right lip. He played at it with his black-studded tongue, looping through the metal hole. ‘Rius slipped out as the elevator door slid open, taking care not to let his ice-flamed tail catch in the closing steel-slides. Sliding one hand through his long, ink-black hair, the arden started to walk down the hall. Pyemme was probably waiting for him. He smiled softly, tenderly at the thought. By now, Att, of course, intuitively knew which door that it was, so he fished through one pocket of his chained, buckled, tight gray jeans. He drew out the key, sli – - he was on the wrong floor. He cursed inwardly, hissing at himself for his senseless blunder. The night-washed half-Yki started to walk down the hall again, headed towards the elevator.
Averin was in the elevator, he arrived at a floor that he wasnÂ’t familiar with and the door slid open and in front of him there was someone. Averin moved quickly in the corner of the elevator and looked towards the left at an open wall of the elevator.
ooc. think you can make your posts at least two paragraphs? and remember to describe your character. ic. Att snarled bitterly, cursing under his breath in Ykili. Ah - what do we have here? A victim, for our young Antichrist to take his anger out on? Perhaps. The boy swept a few misguided pieces of hair behind his torn right ear, the bead that fastened the crow feather to his thin braid making a faint 'tik' sound against the metal of the elevator wall. Narrowing his eyes, he gazed at the other arden with his soul-consuming, glacier-icy stare, looking down the other male as though he were a hawk searching for prey. "Who," he hissed between his teeth, "are you?" His eyes were reduced to shards of blue quartz, his bangs falling in front of his face. "I've never seen you before."
This green pendragon with his wings latched on to one another that formed something like a cape. He was wearing his military armored pants with his NJ belt. Averin gazed upon the figure with his right amber shard eye. Averin then closed his eye, “I will not give a name to someone, who has an attitude like yours." On his left side of his face, a blood droplet on his chin and fell to a small puddle of blood that was on the floor of the elevator.
Him? An additude? For some reason this struck Attrius as being funny, and the half-Yki's features tugged momentarily into a sad little smile. Not his usual half-grin. But this male didn't know Atti. He wouldn't understand that something was amiss. And that was good, he figured. All the coldness went out of him and he might have sighed but for the presence of the arden beside him, waiting patiently for an answer. He'd be a fool to begrudge him that. Perhaps the abysmal-black arden should have been interacting with others then Pyemme and Gabriel, getting to know the other people that had suddenly misted into appearance, but he hadn't the heart for it. Not while terrible memories - his true memories - were suddenly raping and ravaging his mind. "Did puppy take a spill?" he murred, his eyes flitting to the blood that had pooled on the floor.
Averin’s right eye opened and the gaze of his elegant amber eye were locked on to the arden as he step in the elevator. “Look, I’ll give a name to you, but you have to introduce yourself first." He closed his eye again. Averin heard his question and wondered. Puppy? Spill? What does he mean by that? He looked upon the arden again. “Why do you speak in riddles?" The elevator stop, then the door slid open.
He endured the stranger's scrutiny because he didn't have much of a choice. The black-as-death half-Yki remained completely still, statuesque if not picturesque, and simply waited it out. Momentarily the mane on his nape flared before settling into place along the curve of his elegant neck - mild irritation. It was the faintest flicker of movement that compelled him. A few moments passed in silent observation, and then AttiÂ’s counterpart began to speak, words waterfalling from his muzzle. "Why do you speak in riddles?" A snort of derision passed from his nostrils, and he stifled a laugh. "You're fucking bleeding on the ground, puppy." He didn't ask the stranger's name again; he didn't have any point in asking, really. It didn't seem important.
He looked at the arden with his eye flaring, but Averin didnÂ’t say thing all he did was walked out of the elevator and went towards his room. He went in but left the door wide open. Why must I suffer for what Nailo didÂ… kept repeating in his head and that made the blood drip a lot faster then before. His wing and face was more covered in blood than scale, but in his right eye were tears.
