Post by Elowynne on Jul 7, 2009 10:51:52 GMT -5
Dir Shiningsky could feel the bitterness burning a hole in his chest as he stared at the red haired rogue smirking before him. It was just like Ouli Shadedpath to magically appear in his rooms, taunting him with what he couldn’t have. She had many of their shared father’s traits. Her talents for manipulation and deception were natural born and she had spent the past decade honing them razor-sharp. Of course, she wouldn’t approach him like this if she didn’t have the upper hand somehow. As de-facto head of House Shadedpath, she knew exactly what he desired. Fine, Dir would play her game. It wasn’t as if he was a stranger to it anyway.
“What do you want, Ouli?” Dir attempted keeping his voice neutral, trying not to give anything away. With a snarl, the rogue turned to pierce him with her acid green gaze. “Avaryce! Ava, if you must.” Refusing to flinch, Dir met her gaze head-on. “Of course.” He acknowledged with a bow of his head. “Still, there is a reason you are here. You never have been the warm, sisterly type just dropping in to give her brother a hug.” This time it was Dir who smirked, his lips taking on a bitter twist. Ava turned away, strolling almost casually across the room. “I need you for a job.” That was when Dir saw it. Avaryce was limping.
“A…job? I have no need of gold, Ava. What makes you think I’d be interested?” Yes, there it was again. She was favoring her left side, as if the right was weak. Now Dir’s curiosity burst into flame. Ava turned, shooting Dir a look from beneath her long lashes. “I was hoping to depend upon your brotherly affections.” Her smirk belied her words. Dir let out a sharp bark of a laugh. “For you?” At that, even Ava had to laugh. “Oh no, not for me. There has never been any love lost between us. No, no. I mean Ezma. A shame what’s become of our youngest sister.” At her sly words, Dir had to frown.
“What about Ezma? Last I heard, she was training for the priesthood in Silvermoon.” Dir tried to recall her face fully but found it hard. No, Ezma had never been one to make a strong impression. Where their father’s attentions had turned Dir into a bitter bastard and Ava into a cunning bitch, Ezma had been different. She had merely withdrawn, attempting to fade away from their father’s sight. A gentle, solemn soul, the priesthood had seemed the perfect place for the youngest daughter to be.
“No. Ezma died last year.” Ava stated plainly, her diamond-hard countenance hardly changing. “I know, I witnessed it.” Dir stared at her in confused shock, guilt starting its slow crawl up his body. He had never given Ezma a second thought. Hells, he had hardly given her a first one. Ava, sensing a crack to exploit, hissed in his ear. “Of course, that’s just the beginning of it.” Dir grit his teeth. “What do you mean by that?”
Ava casually flopped into a plush armchair, to further hide her limp Dir assumed. “Leave it to Ezma to be bothersome enough to not have the good grace to stay dead. As a Blood Knight, I am sure you have had dealings with the Ebon Blade.” The knot in Dir’s stomach turned from guilt to outright nausea at Ava’s words. “She’s a Death Knight, isn’t she.” With a slow nod, Ava confirmed his words. “You would hardly recognize her, Dir. The little mouse has become quite the sight to behold. Of course, she has also become quite deadly. She attacked me. I nearly died.” Ava scowled at her admission of her own weakness.
“Your limp.” Dir smirked. Now it was Ava’s turn to grit her teeth as she glared at his observance. “Yes.” She pushed her fiery hair back from her left temple, exposing the scar running back into her hairline. “The girl has become surprisingly good with a mace. Good thing the Naaru don’t turn away those who are hurt, no matter their past sins.” Ava gave a satisfied smile. “So why should I care that Ezma is taking out the trash?” Dir enjoyed the snarl this provoked from his half-sister. Ah, little pleasures. “ Now Dir, you have many faults. You are practically a walking vice. You drink and there is no telling what you smoke. You are a whore and a liar. I doubt there is a kink you have not tried.” Ava paused to level a knowing look in his direction. “But you will not ignore this. Some remnant of misplaced honor will nag at you. You will not let the monster our sister has become walk free.”
Dir growled. Sunwell help him but Ava was right. Her glowing eyes taunted him from the dark recesses of the armchair.
“What do you want me to do?”
“What do you want, Ouli?” Dir attempted keeping his voice neutral, trying not to give anything away. With a snarl, the rogue turned to pierce him with her acid green gaze. “Avaryce! Ava, if you must.” Refusing to flinch, Dir met her gaze head-on. “Of course.” He acknowledged with a bow of his head. “Still, there is a reason you are here. You never have been the warm, sisterly type just dropping in to give her brother a hug.” This time it was Dir who smirked, his lips taking on a bitter twist. Ava turned away, strolling almost casually across the room. “I need you for a job.” That was when Dir saw it. Avaryce was limping.
“A…job? I have no need of gold, Ava. What makes you think I’d be interested?” Yes, there it was again. She was favoring her left side, as if the right was weak. Now Dir’s curiosity burst into flame. Ava turned, shooting Dir a look from beneath her long lashes. “I was hoping to depend upon your brotherly affections.” Her smirk belied her words. Dir let out a sharp bark of a laugh. “For you?” At that, even Ava had to laugh. “Oh no, not for me. There has never been any love lost between us. No, no. I mean Ezma. A shame what’s become of our youngest sister.” At her sly words, Dir had to frown.
“What about Ezma? Last I heard, she was training for the priesthood in Silvermoon.” Dir tried to recall her face fully but found it hard. No, Ezma had never been one to make a strong impression. Where their father’s attentions had turned Dir into a bitter bastard and Ava into a cunning bitch, Ezma had been different. She had merely withdrawn, attempting to fade away from their father’s sight. A gentle, solemn soul, the priesthood had seemed the perfect place for the youngest daughter to be.
“No. Ezma died last year.” Ava stated plainly, her diamond-hard countenance hardly changing. “I know, I witnessed it.” Dir stared at her in confused shock, guilt starting its slow crawl up his body. He had never given Ezma a second thought. Hells, he had hardly given her a first one. Ava, sensing a crack to exploit, hissed in his ear. “Of course, that’s just the beginning of it.” Dir grit his teeth. “What do you mean by that?”
Ava casually flopped into a plush armchair, to further hide her limp Dir assumed. “Leave it to Ezma to be bothersome enough to not have the good grace to stay dead. As a Blood Knight, I am sure you have had dealings with the Ebon Blade.” The knot in Dir’s stomach turned from guilt to outright nausea at Ava’s words. “She’s a Death Knight, isn’t she.” With a slow nod, Ava confirmed his words. “You would hardly recognize her, Dir. The little mouse has become quite the sight to behold. Of course, she has also become quite deadly. She attacked me. I nearly died.” Ava scowled at her admission of her own weakness.
“Your limp.” Dir smirked. Now it was Ava’s turn to grit her teeth as she glared at his observance. “Yes.” She pushed her fiery hair back from her left temple, exposing the scar running back into her hairline. “The girl has become surprisingly good with a mace. Good thing the Naaru don’t turn away those who are hurt, no matter their past sins.” Ava gave a satisfied smile. “So why should I care that Ezma is taking out the trash?” Dir enjoyed the snarl this provoked from his half-sister. Ah, little pleasures. “ Now Dir, you have many faults. You are practically a walking vice. You drink and there is no telling what you smoke. You are a whore and a liar. I doubt there is a kink you have not tried.” Ava paused to level a knowing look in his direction. “But you will not ignore this. Some remnant of misplaced honor will nag at you. You will not let the monster our sister has become walk free.”
Dir growled. Sunwell help him but Ava was right. Her glowing eyes taunted him from the dark recesses of the armchair.
“What do you want me to do?”