Posts by arya.

It had been about a week since the Million ceremonies, in which Ver had gifted Arya her new sword. Sure, she liked her ragged little sword, but she had to admit, this new one was pretty dope. Now she just had to figure out how to use it. She'd been putting it off since her accident, but she wouldn't any longer considering she didn't know if the shadows around her eyes were temporary or permanent.

Today, she rose with a yawn, stretching out her limbs and eating her breakfast before returning to her den to retrieve her new prized possession. Upon picking it up by the handle, she teetered slightly, not realizing how heavy it would be compared to her small pocket knife. Arya instantly drops it, huffing indignantly as it hits her paws and wincing slightly. This was gonna be a fuck-ton harder now that she couldn't see anything. Still, her mother's crafting was a perfect size for her and the obsidian savannah was determined to prove herself with this new weapon to wield, even if it took her a while.

Arya slipped the wakizashi into the sheath strung around her shoulders, slipping out into the territory to find the perfect place to practice - or maybe the perfect creature to practice with.

"You might not want to do that." The shadowy feline practically materializes from the cold desert shadows, ears flattened against her ram horns. Her head swings in the direction of the splashing, eyebrows knitting together in disgust. It would serve in right, wading into a poisoned river without any concern for who the territory belonged to. She knows that despite how intimidating she feels, she may not look so to the stranger: a small blind feline with useless ram horns and a sharp tongue. Her sharp claws knead into the ground beneath her, well aware that her words sound like a threat when in reality she's cautioning him.

"The Blood Nile's poisoned. But if you wanna join the corpses littered around the territory, be my guest." Arya grumbles, huffing at this man's stupidity.

As her mother speaks, Arya smirks slightly, feeling heat rush to the tips of her ears as Ver compliments her. She nods at the critiques, whiskers twitching in anticipation as she waits for the canine to reveal what her gift is. And when she does, Arya smiles in childish wonder, pale red orbs widening slightly at the sight of her new weapon. It’s beautiful, she thinks though is too breathless to utter the words. Perhaps to her siblings, these gifts are merely gifts but to the runt of her litter it’s one of the most beautiful things she’s ever set her sights on.

It’s hard for Arya to remain stoic as her mother continues, gaze flitting up to meet hers as she explains the back story. She’s glad her sword has meaning, backstory. That is what makes a sword into a great sword; the legend behind it. For a few moments she’s silent, gaze returning to the weapon at her paws, grinning at it like a little kit would candy. Then, she looks back up at Ver, vulnerability etched onto her features, and dips her head, breathing a genuine, “Thank you.” and picking up the sword, returning to her spot next to Merlot and Showpaw.

Her trance is broken by the whiny voice of one of Vernadine’s second litter, Cherrywine. She’s interrupting to ask about Carmenere, of all creatures. Arya’s ears flatten against her head, a low growl rumbling in her throat. “Not anymore. Now shush, this isn’t a time for questions. Maybe if you paid attention for any of this you’d know the answer.” In truth, had Cherrywine paid anymore attention she wouldn’t have found the answer she was looking for. But this was a happy occasion, and Arya (hostile and grumpy as she usually was) refused to let the name of her bitch sister bring everyone’s spirits down. Her absence was noticed by all but spoken by none, and the obsidian savannah knew Carm would squirm at the thought. So she preferred to keep it that way, for everyone’s sake.

Arya padded over, following the scent of Showstopper and sitting next to him comfortably. She could tell by the voices who was talking, but no exactly where they were, so she simply kept her head straight, voids of oblivion staring at whoever was sitting directly across from her.

"If Fallengrace captured their Godfather they're not just gonna sit pretty with that fact." She pauses thoughtfully, absorbing what everyone else has said so far and formulating it into the right words. Arya hated politics, but boy did she love strategizing. "Showstopper's right. If we have intuition, or rather common sense, telling us that the Cartel might attack, we should focus on that problem instead of starting another. While I trust in the strength of the Ruins that also goes against the grain of forming a truce with the Exiles. We want training as well as enough time to heal up and spreading ourselves thin is exactly the opposite of that." She finishes, sitting back on her haunches and awaiting for someone to respond.

( we can do a new one!! )

Oh Red God.

She was thankful she wasn't seeing this, despite her war-mongering tendencies she didn't like blood too much. Even the scent of it made her queasy, and she imagined her heightened senses wouldn't take too well to what was going on. But she couldn't just leave when this amazing scenario was going down. That old biddy was high as shit! Arya enjoyed watching others get high, and though she couldn't physically see them right now, the dialogue was hilarious. She hoped Cherrywine had scurried along to get Ren - she was sure she would, wanting to feel all important and such. The obsidian savannah was sure her parents wouldn't like the frail child to witness this crackhead sight.

A small snort escaped her as she herd Speedfreak relent, resting her head on her paws and intently listening. This could all go to shit, or Ren would come just in time to save the day. Who could tell.

Speedfreak's words sent a horrified shiver down her spine, and she would whip away from Elian and Ver to face him with a horrified look on her visible face. Her ears flattened against her horns so hard that it hurt her and she flinched. The idea that she would sit around and tell Ruiners their fortunes all day was no appealing to the battle-loving she-cat, as if that wasn't clear enough by her frustrated reaction. "Absolutely not." She hissed, lip curling as she attempted to use her other senes to focus on where Speedfreak was. Her head was a little turned too much to the right as she addressed him, definitely muting her stubborn point and overall making her look ridiculous. An angered groan escaped her as she turned to Ver and Elian, her panic subsided and her fury exploding. She considered thanking them for nothing, but she held her tongue, knowing they were not to blame. At least she could be logical for once in this situation.

The reality was, she would probably just get back to getting so high that she could see things in her head. Having someone like Speedfreak around would definitely enable her former desires, and she could only hope to grasp enough of a reality on life that she didn't backslide into the horror that was addiction. But for now, she would probably just go smoke in an attempt to relax her muscles and dissipate the shadows around her eyes. "I'll be fine." She spat, completely and utterly lying before turning on her heel and stalking clumsily into the night, at least keeping in close proximity to camp so that, if need be, it wouldn't be too hard to get back.

/out!

Arya smirked as she drew the three drugs close to her, satisfied with his choices as she lowered her head to waft in their smells. Her tail flicked idly in thought, curling around her paws. The whole needing-a-coping-mechanism-for-life had never worked in her favor but... maybe just this once it would. She knew it was her addict mind telling her this, but in this state she hardly cared. She couldn't fucking see anything, so how bad would the trip really be? Besides, drugs were basically herbs, right?

"Thanks," She pauses, head swiveling towards Speedfreak, the smirk not leaving her maw. "I owe you. Let's smoke sometime." It's as friendly of an offer that Arya's willing to give. She doesn't ask just anyone to get high with her, nevermind someone she hardly knew. But he was in her good graces now, and his good deed would not be easily forgotten.

Before she's about to leave, she catches snippets of the conversation between Bellona and Elian. Her smirk widens, only slightly, as she tries to suppress the amusement. She knew they weren't well matched. "You're welcome to relax and smoke with me anytime, Elian." Our secret. It's smooth, a simple statement as she leans over into their conversation as she passes. She allows a mere couple seconds for response before she continues walking, disappearing into her den.

/ out!

She heard her mentor's call sharply, seeing as most her senses were heightened now. The obsidian savannah turned in the direction of his voice, rounding a corner and noticing his scent grew stronger. She walked a couple more paces and... yes, she was sure she was in front of him now. She angled her head upwards, most likely slightly off but still, doing pretty well for a newly blind. Allie had definitely helped her every day living, even if he couldn't help her battle-wise. "Elian," She spoke, voice more gentle than it usually was. "What's up?" Honestly, Arya was surprised to (figuratively) see him without a pup trailing at his heels or Bellona by his side. It was refreshing.

ayo

arya's pretty difficult to socialize with but i definitely want her develop some (good&bad) relationships with her fellow ruiners so here is a lil space where we can do just that! if you wanna check out her tags they're in her signature, here are a few notes

open to:

- sparring y/c

- doing drugs w/ y/c

- babysitting y/c even tho she hates kids?? and who would ever put her in charge of them??

- taking on an unofficial apprentice

- capturing other group's characters

- enemies

- friends

- most other things

closed to:

- litters

- romance for a while ( already got plots moving )

- death

His disapproval is like a stab to the chest, but she pushes past it, knowing that he sees potential in her. Whether or not that spied potential is intact she doesn't know, but she would aim to please him, awkwardly smiling at his comment. It was just Elian's way of showing he cared, right? Her tail tip twitched anxiously, a nervous tick she never seemed to grow out of, as she lowered herself back onto her haunches, shrugging dejectedly. "I mean, I'm sure it's not permanent," Arya sounds unsure as she speaks, but she continues."they're only shadows after all. But... no, I can't really see anything." She fights the shame of admitting it, deciding to flip the conversation into something she's interested in. Maybe if she can rile him up enough they'll get in a new spar - she's been practicing, even after she's gone blind.

"So that chat with Bellona yesterday... you having trouble with the kids?" She wonders if she's prodding too much but she's genuinely curious about his reaction to fatherhood, especially now that she has a hint that the taste in his mouth might be sour.

Arya had never met Lorelai, or rather Lorey. Formerly she believes she resided in Solaris Kingdom, a place she only visited to see her direct family members as a kid. She doesn't even think she was introduced to Lorey, but she's heard from the grapevine that they're somehow related and that she's newly amnesiac. The horned savannah approaches, blindly poking her head through the doorway and staring at what she thinks is the leopardess. Irritation knits her brows together: another fucking family member, as if she didn't have enough. Since she can't see her surroundings, she opts to ask the more important questions on her mind, because like Speedfreak, she's incredibly suspicious. "Lorelai, yes?" She pauses, waiting for confirmation, then continues. "What made you come to the Ruins?" She wonders momentarily if the girl even knows of their familial ties, blood related or not, and then decides she doesn't care.

SHOWSTOPPER T.M omg that thread idea is perfection yes please

do u mind making im gonna be busy almost all of tomorrow

NICK ; yes!!! tho until arya has The Softening i doubt nick will be able to tell she cares about him much aside from a couple ways

The implication that her brother had made her behave as such was ridiculous. Despite her unfamiliarity with the Exiles (besides capturing one of their members moons ago), her few interactions with the group had left a bad taste in her mouth, along with the fact that most of Agrelos seemed to harbor a certain hatred for them.

Already irritated from the trouble she had traveling blindly to the Canyons, Alabaster's words were not taken kindly. Arya was a fickle creature, if met with annoyance it would be returned twofold to what they brought. So the white servakkine's words made the melanistic serval flatten her ears against her head, lip curling in displeasure. Children were creatures of filth, ungrateful and annoying in the simplest nature, she never understood how Merlot dealt with it at such a young age. To her, he voiced that he didn't feel fit as a parent, and she was sure by the defiant nature of this little brat that they thought similar. That fact in itself angered her, possibly provoking her response to his accusatory comments. "I don't give a flying fuck if you return to Solaris," Truthfully, she hated that place, for it's members were soft good-doers that she could never align with. "I'm here for other matters, brat, and if you'd let me speak, I'd tell you them."

Arya was asking a favor of the child, however small, but she would not submit to his attitude. Maybe those of the Kingdom would, but the rough-and-tumble she-cat would not allow him to speak to her as if she was nothing, for if she declined she would seek out someone else to guide her in her current struggles. "My name is Arya, I live in the Ruins. I'm your Aunt, and despite how utterly humiliating this is," She paused, frown etching into her maw. "I need your help. Due to... complications I'm currently blind, something I've been told you excel in." Her comment is snarky, she knows it, but she'll sweeten the deal later. "Now I don't usually ask for help, but blindness is a curveball that I've been struggling with. I need help and you're the only one who offers it, by default. If you do help me, I'll owe you one." Debts are not something the small obsidian savannah offers out freely, as she is mostly true to her word. She can only hope Allie will take the bait and help her instead of sending her away.

SPEEDFREAK !  yes

for backstory arya is a recovering addict who disappeared for like,, three(?)/four moons because she began to chase the drugs she desired, so i think her and speed would have a lot of fun with their drug affairs together

His comment is utterly infuriating. Though her siblings are smart in their own way, Arya has (for the most part) always had the sharpest tongue, and to be out-witted is something that makes her hackles rise in aggression. She feels the anger seeping into her bones, igniting her veins in a way unlike any other creature has made her, a curl coming to her lip as every word leaves his lips. She of all people knows that the angered are fighting a losing battle, but in this state she hardly cares. The voids around her eyes swirl violently as she pads forward and stops millimeters away from the Morningstar, nose pointed upwards towards his chin as she speaks.

"Listen, bucko," She snarls poisonously, tail lashing in aggravation. "You're fighting a losing battle. Follow me back to the Ruins and you join or break the alliance my mother worked so hard to make, neither of which I could imagine you stomaching." His poetic teasing is really getting on her nerves, despite the fact that everything emerging from his mouth sounded so... so beautiful. His paraphrasing of the most unfortunate events could even make her swoon, if Arya was not Arya, of course.

Her anger was quickly subsiding at the realization that he was some lost Solaris fool, probably one of the many she assumed chased her sister, poor sap. Maybe if she gave him an inch... internally she fought the idea, but the words seemed to tumble out of her mouth before she gave them permission to. "My name is Arya and this is my home. So fucking forgive me for trying to defend it."

Jules' assumption for all-killing-people-have-a-knack-for-hunting was mostly correct, Arya had mastered the skill of hunting at an uncanny age considering she was very skilled in the 'stalking-and-pouncing' categories. Unfortunately, the swirling, shadowy voids around her usually pale red orbs prevented her from being good at the things she was normally good at, obviously missed by the young hybrid.

His squawking voice nearly startled Arya, but she didn't dare show it. Knowing the children in her own family, they'd probably never let something like that go and would let it get to their head; little did she know Mint Julep was probably the last Million child to do so. "Sir Scaly?" Her voice portrayed as much dual frustration and confusion as she felt, blending into an emotion very similar to annoyance. Her ears flicked back against her head, a certain trait of her irritation, as her nose told her where the new Vernadine child was, turning her head toward where she assumed he was. Likelihood was that she was a little bit off in that assumption, but it was close enough that he would understand she was addressing him.

Ari. She hates the nickname as he speaks it. What was the point of nicknames anyway? She liked her name, to shorten it was a crime. And so, his words make her knead the sand between her claws, frustration rolling off her in waves, not that he would notice. "Thanks." She growls sarcastically, eyebrows knitting together at his supposed compliments. Her shadowy voids were not meant to be fashionable, in fact they weren't meant to exist in the first place. "Aren't you too old to have pets?" She quips, ignoring the fact that her beloved brother owns a toad for himself. At least he didn't give it some lame-o name like Sir Scaly, she excuses.

She gives him a slow nod as he talks about repeating sparring lessons, hoping and praying to the Red God that they way she'd been training would pay off during their lessons. She was incredibly battle-intensive, using training to take her mind off the fact that all she could see now was darkness. That in itself was a setback, but she'd been working hard to overcome that while he'd been raising children who would only grow to be weaklings due to the coddling of Bellona. He was wasting his time, she was certain.

His snarky comments about Ver did not go unnoticed, and had they been about Nadine or her siblings they would have been allowed. But no matter how much the horned canine pissed him off, she hoped he didn't expect her to respond with silence. "I doubt my mom is the thorn in your side - she's harmless, despite all the threats." Arya isn't exactly sure if it's true, but she's pretty sure Ver wouldn't hurt the father of three newborns as well as a clanmate, no matter the hatred between them. "Maybe it's Lola who makes you weak to her insults." Her words are taunting as a smirk twitches onto her features. She begins to curl away from the horned wolf, pacing around him in a half circle. She's basically begging for their spar, begging for the lesson he'll teach her that's nearly as good as sex in her eyes.

"You're not the same Elian I left. Much more... caring." The small savannah pauses both in her speech and in her movement, head turning to face in his direction as opposed to her paws. "Wouldn't have expected you to settle down, it's kind of disappointing." For other reasons, sure, but technically she isn't lying while she speaks.