Posts by ~ADARA~

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    "There's a simple solution to pests." The girl had been sparse, for the most part, having only recently come back into the picture, but grey eyes bore into those who stood at the border unflinchingly, tilting her head a bit. Black and red electricity crackled along her cloak, though she simply stood, waiting with an unblinking stare after coming to a stop next to Ambrose. "You dispose of them before they pose too large of a problem." Adara hadn't fought in months, the itch to do the only thing she'd been taught as a child making her paw twitch, before she steeled herself. Unlike the other Veilers who'd shown up, once upon a time, Adara had lived a very blood-soaked life before she'd come to the Veil. Probably more of a brutal one than the Ruins did voluntarily, unless they culled their own children as well. To live, she hadn't quite understood the concept, and whether or not what Ulla spoke of and what Grace spoke of were the same thing. As long as she came out breathing, she was fine. It would be fine then, right? "Go." She'd flick her ear to gesture to the direction from which they came, the shadows beginning to shift.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    "Calina." The tone of Adara's voice was as cold and clipped as usual, but the girl's steps were hurried as she moved to stand under the much larger woman, grey gaze boring a hole into the woman's skull as Adara adjusted her cloak. "I'll have you know that while I cannot haunt you, if I die here I will take you all with me. That is all." With that, the girl fell silent, seemingly content to leave it with a threat that she fully intended on taking on should the worst occur, settling her gaze back onto the fire quietly as the sound of screams and sizzling flesh filled her own ears, though the girl couldn't tell if it was due to the spirits, or if it was of her own making, seemingly lost in thought.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    There had been a flaw in Junebug's invitations on the former shaderunner's part; she couldn't read well. She could make out the time and location after much effort, but that was it. Thus, she had not brought anything, and just looked blankly out at the decorated clearing, confusion flashing on the former child soldier's face, the girl tugging the hood back up over her face once more. "This isn't an ambush or drill. So why call us here?" She had been sure that the note was something important, like the one she had left when she had to leave.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    She was aware of the individual that Ver lost, though she fails to enlighten any of them as to what the name was. When Nadine was alive, it had been a constant headache for Adara, since Ver would always, always prioritize the woman over the Veil, just as the Reverend had always prioritized her heart over plain and simple logic. Even when Adara suggested something that reduced casualties, Ver would probably place more importance on some lives over others.


    Back then, she had never really understood and thus, Ver's actions were enough to drive the girl insane at the time. Adara wasn't really sure if she could say that now or not still.


    She remained silent as she approached, the graveyard bringing memories forth that she still wasn't used to, visible, if not faint, discomfort on the girl's face underneath the cloak as she watched, the internal clash of ideals that a particular event such as gravekeeping brought up too much for her to remain completely stoic.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    There had been respect on Adara's part towards Riptide, deeply so. Then again, it was difficult to mess up as much as Ver in her eyes, so just about every leader besides that woman had held some form of respect from the feline.


    He had come and gone as he pleased, which should've irked Adara to some extent, and definitely would've in the past, even she knew she had no foothold when it came to complaining about others wandering off when she hadn't even come out of her own room for two months over reliving the death of one person.


    The sound of pine needles crunching underfoot drew her attention from whatever thoughts she had been lost in, memories that kept surfacing and taunting her, grey eyes glancing upwards to see a familiar figure making his way back to the ruins of the Veil, recognition flashing in the former shaderunner's eyes.


    She had never been one for tearful or overly emotional reunions, the girl simply had never been capable of something to that extent, but her head dipped, eyes closing in case they betrayed her once more in expressing emotions she could never fully grasp with her own paws. "Welcome back."

    I have Adara here in the Veil! Maybe they could be sparring buddies? I can totally see Addie being more than down mixing swordfights with elementals


    i'd also be down with him having a crush on her tho she Would Not notice


    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    The cloaked girl approached, head tilting a bit as a blank stare settled onto the man, processing that he was there, that he was not hostile, every other detail that was worth noting about him, and discarding all those that were not. He spoke with authority, as though expecting something from them, this stranger. Why he should stay. Such a strange question to one such as herself, who could never wander. Adara had lost her ability to be critical to those who she didn't know in the two months she'd locked herself away, unfortunately, so she couldn't make him turn around and leave by a few rude words alone.


    She'd stayed here for a good portion of her own life, having arrived here with little will of her own, simply looking for a place where she could die the same way as she had lived. And Adara had tried to fulfill that here, having at first thought that this clan, which had been in the midst of war when she first arrived, much like her previous home, could fulfill that wish of hers. They hadn't, and now she wasn't sure if that was still her wish sometimes. It was hard to describe the Veil in words that Adara understood. They weren't warmongers, they weren't cruel, they weren't logical. They were ridiculous and allowed their emotions to get the best of them, fought amongst each other and could easily be the least efficient people Adara had ever seen at some points, had some people amongst them that had Adara considering drawing her blade against out of sheer frustration, and failed to understand her reasoning behind things time and time again, like the ridiculously emotional creatures they were. What she had learned growing up is that these very people were the first to fall, yet they still thrived, while Adara had not.

    Yet something kept her here. She wasn't sure if it was loyalty or something else. If it had been something hardwired into her as a child or something new she had gained here. She didn't really mind anymore, though. There were some that reminded her of Grace.


    There had been a word to describe the Veil, even if she wasn't completely familiar with the concept itself. "It's warm." The words were absentminded, but not completely empty as she stood behind a few of the others, peering up at the man with gray eyes from underneath her cloak. "They're ridiculous, emotional, pathetic people who defy logic and natural selection with their stupidity at times, but they're warm."

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    Ulla's words were enough to have her looking back from the door that had been blocked off. "Strong..." She had thought so too, at one point. And she probably had been. Back when things were simpler. When she didn't have to question her own actions, or the orders she'd been given. Back when she didn't care. The word she muttered was somewhat absentminded, as though she was chewing on it mentally, before she continued, still occasionally struggling against the vines. "I'm not. You're surrounded by pathetic people if I am. I came here looking for a place to die as I had lived. It would've been so easy. It should've been easy." It was surprisingly simple. Adara was faintly aware of what would've happened if she'd pushed herself too far with her powers. They would simply eat away at her body until she was too broken to continue. Grace had warned her about it. She'd been nine months when she'd come to these borders with that goal in mind, well aware that she shouldn't have made it past a year. She hadn't particularly cared then. Which is why she never particularly cared when she was bleeding from her nose or mouth days after a raid. "I failed in that. I had so many chances to succeed while fulfilling the conditions that I was taught would be acceptable for me. And now I know why. It had been utterly demeaning to know that person's words still carry weight even though they're dead. And it was unnecessarily cruel of her to give me the order to live, knowing I would follow it all the same. She spoke of death being the ultimate kindness one could be granted in that place, but she refused to grant it to me. I don't know why." It hurt to try and say Grace's name. She had tried to say it during her time in isolation, failing every time she tried to. She couldn't even write it. She had never learned how. All she had were memories, both cruel and kind, of the woman who had allowed her to live, and refused to let her die.


    "Are you satisfied? I want to forget again. I want to forget her. I want to forget what I've learned here. It's easier to be ignorant. It's easier to live without knowing why, I realize. I made a mistake in seeking the reason why. In seeking to understand. I can't. I can't fulfill my own purposes then." She wasn't sure if it was just her, but her voice wavered a bit. It was so much easier to live life not having a basic understanding of how these groups worked, of how the inner workings of their minds worked. She didn't want to know anymore. She wanted to forget, but couldn't. It was more of a curse than a blessing, really, to be forced to remember memories that had derailed her life to the point where she had lost all purpose. "Don't simply assume I would hide forever. I was waiting until I wasn't at risk of breaking." Like a doll would. Like a tool would. There had been cracks in that ironclad armor Adara had donned in the form of her apathy, growing with each day she spent with these people so unlike her. She didn't want that, because no matter how hard she tried, she knew she could never don the same facial expressions as them and truly mean it. Happiness, grief, love, sadness. They often felt beyond her own capabilities, no matter how hard she tried to reach it.


    Her gaze shifted to Ver, annoyance flitting through otherwise blank optics. Laughing. At her. Somehow that made her paws twitch, reaching for the knife that wasn't there at her side anymore. "Ulla. Just give me my knife. Ver's existence might be enough to make me reconsider that person's orders." Empty words, absentminded as before once more, but words of her own all the same, unknowingly betraying some semblance of personhood that she herself still failed to believe that she had. She made some attempt to reach for the knife that had been removed from her person, Grace's knife, but failed.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    //pls wait for ulla jorda to respond!

    If Adara thought back long enough, she could recall a similar situation having occurred in these halls, albeit under slightly different circumstances. She had held the rank of shaderunner then, which meant it had only been a few weeks before this had happened.


    The sound of claws scraping against stone was a familiar one, though instead of the large lupurca having dragged the tiny girl out of whatever place she'd been hiding, it was now a mess of vines that Adara had given up trying to cut as soon as her blade had been removed from her person, resulting in the same futile attempt she had tried once before with Calina, digging her claws into every surface she could and clinging to corners with all her might.


    It was a sight that the Veil should've grown somewhat accustomed to if they had been here long enough.


    The fact two months had passed without incident until today had been a blessing of some sort to the girl, who'd become quite reclusive, though she had absolutely refused to disclose why. At first, it had been her inability to handle the memories. Of Grace, of those brief times with her mentor that had dotted the hell she'd grown up in. It was far kinder to have never remembered, because Adara had been trapped in those times for a long time, replaying the scenes over and over in her head, trying to comprehend them but failing every time. She tried to forget them, but that failed as well. She had come to the conclusion that the only way for her to be a functioning individual was to refuse to allow them to come to the front of her mind once more.


    "Ulla." The girl's gaze was directed towards the deer in question. "Put me down. This is demeaning." The first words she'd spoken in months, some semblance of personhood returning to her gaze for a few brief moments, seemingly empty, was directed at the deer as her eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, the only real sign of whatever frustration or annoyance she felt, muted as it was. She wanted to go back. Go back to her room until she forgot these things again. Forgot Grace. Forgot Riptide. Forgot Mercy. Forgot Calina. Forgot Ulla. Forgot the Veil. It had been easier to be ignorant to some things.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    The shaderunner had considered leaving a note, but after an NPC had caught her with a barely coherently-written note that had said 'Shadow Viel raid Wind Hayen', it had been confiscated from her belongings, with Adara being told to just pass the message on in person. Something about there being no need for the mock raid to turn real because of false threats.


    Adara settled down by the border, peering out from underneath cloak to catch sight of whoever showed up first, saying nothing for the time being. She'd finish her task as fast as she was allowed to, and head back home.


    104 days of summer vacation / wind haven mock raid

    These scars and this despair too

    I've lived my whole life with them —

    SOJOURN K   CORRUPTTIMELINES.   JIMIN;

    The attack was silent, as silent as the girl who commanded them, the sound of electricity crackling, ripping through whatever dared trespass, powerful bolts of electricity heading towards the three, a soft yet frustrated sigh leaving her lips as she'd realized that she was the first one here. Not that it was a real issue. The shaderunner tilted her head, contemplating saying something as grey eyes bore into the three before her, before deciding it was unnecessary. They didn't have enough working brain cells to have heeded her warnings before. There was no reason to waste time on those who couldn't be salvaged, the broken pieces that they were. Without waiting, more bolts of electricity would be fired at the three. She could at the least keep them in one area until the others arrived, or if she was careful, she could take out one. Preferably the wyvern, since the wyvern was especially noisy.


    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    "I can watch them." The shaderunner spoke up, her gaze settling on the two before her. It might seem like Adara was the ideal guard at first, no known grudges against the Brigade to date, not enough attachment towards the captured Veilers to initiate her own revenge, if it wasn't for the fact that the Veil was aware of the girl's true nature that had begun to surface more and more. Whether they were going to end up having an unfortunate accident being pushed off the very top of the spire by a certain cloaked shaderunner, Adara could not say, grey eyes gazing up expectantly at Calina for a few long moments before she added on, "I'll be good."

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    "I can go to find him, or I can fight." The response was short and clipped, but a response all the same as Adara approached, gaze never betraying her thoughts as she sat down. She hadn't really specialized in infiltration, mostly just disposal as a child, but she could mask her presence well enough, she'd suppose, considering how the Veil didn't really have anybody in particular set aside in such roles. She still found it somewhat hard to get used to, the idea that some people were not equipped for fighting or healing, like the man leading this talk, the shaderunner's head tilting a bit in absentminded thought as she directed her gaze towards Mystletainn. Quite frankly, the fact they'd even dared move after the Veil had made clear what would happen infuriated her. Next time she saw Ozymandias, she'd make sure that he wasn't breathing by the time she'd left, orders or not. That had been her own mistake, letting a man with a taste for vengeance live when he had been so close to death before in her own paws.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    Grey gaze raked over the bird who spoke, briefly considering whether she was important enough to the Ruiners for them to mind if Adara had a snack before she'd left. "If you consider dealing with alliances or breaking them off dirty work or demeaning, then it's safe to say that you look lowly on the Ruiners who participate in ambassador duties or break off alliances. Like your leader and high positions, who would have final say in whether the Ruins break off an alliance. Or the Ruiners who go to deliver said news, the way we are now. Is that not correct?" Adara would tilt her head, genuinely curious for a few brief moments, before boredom at the topic quickly set in, much like a child would quickly lose interest in something specific, whimsical and fleeting as the scent of blood in the wind. "Either way, by criticizing us, you're criticizing of your own clan as well. It's unbecoming of anybody. Choose how you insult others carefully so that the same criticisms don't fall onto you or your clan as well." Previously blank stare flashed with harsh contempt as she spoke to the woman before her, reproach clear in her own tone, bluntly honest in her own observations, her own nose tilting up a bit slightly. She didn't need Arya to step in to defend the two on their behalf when Adara had every right at this point, just as she had with Ozymandias, to solidify her own place and her own stance, a shadow of the woman who'd taught her before and who had held a similar presence visible. She'd taken such insults all her life, insults towards her willingly bloodying her own paws for others, insults about the people who had used the former child soldier and molded her into the weapon she had been. That was back when she had barely been capable of speaking for herself. "Both me and Junebug are the Veil's shaderunners, the next in line to lead after Calina and Riptide. Whether it is dirty work or not, it is work that we are responsible for. If there's no other issues with who was sent, then I strongly recommend moving onto the topic of where we stand in terms of neutrality or enemies with the alliance being broken off. Unless you have more to say in regards to our presences as their proxies here at the border." She'd been told not to start a fight, and so she was quick to shut it down, unaware of her own use of authority before she fell quiet once more, her gaze returning to Jace as she waited for a reply, as though nothing had happened, presence quiet as the woman herself had been mere moments before.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    "Leadership is about the correct designation of tasks to others. Calina deemed this the correct designation for us. You shouldn't have an issue with this, considering you give your own members tasks as you deem fit." Grey eyes bore into the male on the other side of the border, her gaze blank She was used to being used as a tool, there had been some Veil leaders who had been hesitant in doing such a thing, others who had no issue with it. Adara didn't care either way, but she caught the faintest hint of irritation from Junebug. "Be careful about insulting people for doing the same thing as you."


    The issue at hand. When Adara had first arrived here, she'd been a product of an environment where children were deemed as tools, whether for war or to be thrown away. There had been too many children deemed lambs, the ones kept naive until they met their gruesome end, or miraculously came back alive, only to be killed if their reevaluation deemed it pure luck that they'd been alive. Sometimes extreme trauma triggered powers to surface, which had happened in Adara's case as a child, but other times, they'd survived just because they'd had no presence on the battlefield. And they couldn't have survivors ruining that naivety that the other lambs of team one had. They'd been dealt with accordingly. Such things were commonplace, with Adara having no need to address the morality of such treatment until now, and even then, she wasn't sure what to think.


    Before, she would've had no issue with what happened to Columbine, considering such things had happened on a daily basis for her. Trauma like that could break somebody to a point that they were less than people, or forge them into somebody who couldn't be broken because they were no longer people, her belief in the process having been because she'd been the latter, never really questioning what happened to the former. Grey eyes studied the man quietly, pondering this. He seemed apologetic since it was Junebug's child it happened to, but not somebody else's. It made her wonder what face he'd shown during the actual torture. Glee and pride at the bloodshed, much like Grace when Adara has been successful in disposing of said lambs for target practice, or the same face he was showing now? A question she'd never considered before until now. It was intriguing.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    For once, it looked like Adara was likely to be the more diplomatic of the two. Not that it was saying much, but she had full intentions of dropping the news and leaving, providing nothing unfortunate occurred. She had no child who had been harmed by the Ruins, unlike June, and really had no issues towards them that were any different from anybody else outside the Veil. Plus, with the Painted Brigade as it was, it was more than likely some of these faces at the border would be seen sooner than some would've wanted.


    Her grey gaze would slide to the stranger, already displeased with what had been said, though it didn't show on her face. "Calina said not to start a fight again, right?" She'd murmur quietly to the fellow shaderunner, but said nothing towards the Ruiner directly in response to his cryptic words.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    "We were simply told that we were enemies, Ulla, and to act like it." Adara said flatly, watching tensions rise between Ulla and Junebug, having wondered if she should step in for a good minute or two now of their arguing. The anger was practically simmering off the two. "We simply complied with that request, and treated them as they treated us." She'd never really tried to purposefully treat somebody different. Everybody was met with indifference or disdain before, so to have the chance to hit them where it hurt? She had to admit, it was an interesting experience overall. Just like it was now, with Ulla and Junebug at each other's throats. She'd seen Junebug that angry before, but never at a clanmate, and Ulla? Ulla had been the same as her to some regard, holding her tongue but peppering people with kindness and bread instead of disdain. Perhaps that's why she got along so well with the rest of the Veil, so the fact that she'd lashed out the way she had had been surprising. "If they don't like what was said to them as a result of their own request, perhaps they should learn to hold their own tongues." With that, she would fall silent, waiting.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    There was only one audible word in response to Junebug's question as Adara came to a stop beside him. "Raid..." In comparison to Junebug, she hadn't gotten that upset, the Brigade had been treated as they always had, except with the fact Adara had been given no reason to hold her tongue that time around, and it seemed Junebug had gotten fed up as well. If Shadow Veil didn't launch the raid, the Painted Brigade probably would. A win-win, in her opinion.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    Then I guess I can say that I couldn't be more proud of my clan when they tore Amelia apart.


    Grey eyes gauged the Brigadiers' reactions with mild interest, somewhat impressed that Junebug managed to say it. He'd always been a bit hotheaded, but more righteous than anything, which is where the two usually clashed, so the statement was unexpected but not unwelcome.


    Adara stared blankly at Decemberlights for a few long moments, not quite understanding the meaning behind the last words at first. It took a bit for it to finally click, eyes finally expressing recognition that it was supposed to be a threat. "A threat? Was that supposed to be a threat?" She'd look to Junebug, looking for affirmation her guess was right before returning her attention to Decemberlights. "I think you forgot what happened last time. There were only a small number of us and most of you were left more dead than alive. It makes me wonder how many Brigadiers here could be disposed of before we were stopped." Her gaze would rake over them, cold as ice. "There's four of you here. If we hurry, we can be back at the Veil by the end of the day." She'd murmured the last part to herself. As for the comment about the Veil being weapons, she couldn't argue with that. Adara had been a weapon for others to wield, and while Mercy and Abbi had shown hesitance and worry when the weapon did what it was supposed to do, Ver had not. While she had found the woman extremely noisy, it had easily been one of Adara's most fulfilling times, being able to be used as her original purpose. "For people who believe in survival of the fittest, you seem to be keeping a bunch of lambs around instead of culling them the way one who believes in those ideals should be." There had been far crueler people willing to cull children that were unnecessary to reach their goals. The Painted Brigade didn't seem to have that resolve, thus, she didn't respect such claims. Survival of the fittest was when you fought your way to the top, when you sabotaged the other children in order to make up for your own shortcomings. To have no sympathy for those who betrayed you. To have no mercy for the weak. Her gaze slid to Ozymandias, expression still flat as ever. "Like ones who can't protect their leader. It didn't take much to keep you down. Perhaps work on that instead of showering your own spawn with love." With that, she'd follow Junebug, deciding that it was better to leave it at that. The shaderunner would get the fight she'd desired, in the end.

    My twisted fate is now

    a multitude of forbidden wings —

    "When you decide, do you want Junebug and I to inform them?" The shaderunner asked, the young woman glancing upwards, finally paying attention to the news instead of whatever tree she had been boring a hole into. It certainly would've been far more interesting to do that than the Painted Brigade visit. For a portion of the time, it felt like they'd been talking to a wall, trying to get information they weren't going to receive. A wasted trip.


    She would blink, seeming to recall her need to start a fight with the Brigadiers, before adding on, "We'll be good." Empty words coming from Adara, but words all the same that might leave Calina with some semblance of sanity, only to tear it away from the poor woman when they came back with news of wars and upcoming raids instead of an uncertain future.