A Real Eye Opener

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Tag: Savannah

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Vero was livid, to say the least. Kiawah had managed to calm him down long enough that he would not charge to Polis and do what he threatened he would to the Heda . . . rip her joken head off. He trusted his Emperor emphatically, and the fact that he too was enraged by her actions gave assurance to Vero that this crime would not go unpunished. He would do as Kia said, and refuse to call her Heda; refuse acceptance of her commandership. Not until she fulfilled the proper ritual; not until she made up for what she had done.

Even though there may be no possible way to do that. For Uzac was permanently wounded, if not dead. Which was exactly where Vero was on his way to find out. He had been left in the care of Savannah, someone who was more than capable of handling such injuries. The severity of them only to be blamed by the one who inflicted the wound.

Making his way inside, he glanced at the patient, walking up to Savannah. Uzac seemed to be unconscious. Or dead. Vero lowered his head a little and saw that the man was just barley breathing. The rage was evident on Vero's face, in his entire demanour. He was beyond angry. "Nomonjoken," he cursed at the one who did this. "Give me some good joken news." His words sarcastic, angrily so. Knowing that there was nothing good about this current situation.

[Savannah]

DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE LIONESS
SHE HUNTS AND SHE NURTURES; SHE IS THE HEART OF THE PRIDE
TAGGED @vero	Uzac had been returned to them, unconscious with his eyes roughly pushed into the sockets. They were crushed; deflated with pus and blood dried around the darkened holes. His tears were bloodied and dried against his face while flies burrowed deep into the wounds. He'd been in so much pain that simply rousing from his rest was agony. She'd slipped him a little poppy to ease him back into his slumber but there was nothing she could do for the pain, but keep him under. She'd cleaned the remaining tissue from the gaping holes that were once his eyes and did her best to keep the flies away. If anything good came of his rough trip home, it was that the maggots made quick work of eating away most of the dead tissue. To say she was enraged would be... an understatement at best. She was furious, but her responsibilities as a healer forced her to be calm in a situation that enraged her to her very core.  Ontari was no commander to her. She would never call the Azgeda bitch her Heda. After the cowardly stunt that Lexa had pulled she had enough trouble standing behind her. Unpredictable, undisciplined children with nothing but black blood assuring their roles as rulers over them all. She respected tradition, but her people came first... and right now, Ontari was an enemy who was lucky they didn't storm Polis as Savannah only wished they could do. When Vero stormed in, she didn't even jump. His rage mirrored, if not eclipsed her own... but it was a mutual feeling. She growled under her breath; a feral snarl with her lips curled back over her teeth with frustration.  "He will live," she said calmly as she ran a warm cloth over the dried discharge around his eyes. She covered them with cloth to hide the severity of the wounds. "The healers in Polis did nothing," she spat with anger as she looked up at him. "The only good news I have is that he will live; but it will be a painful recovery... and an even more difficult adjustment." Blindness was useless... but they would find a way... they would give him a purpose. They had to. Ontari did him no favors by keeping him alive... wounding him in such a way was a direct disrespect to Yujleda... "Has the Emperor decided on what we will do in response? The bitch can't go unpunished... She's no true Heda-- she deserves to face justice just as much as the next abusive little brat does." Malice licked ever word she spoke as she rose and took a drink from the strong wine she'd been pouring down his throat whenever he rose.

pyxis ★

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Tag: Savannah

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Vero felt relief to hear that Uzac would live, but it did nothing to ease his anger. It wasn't even remotely diminished. If anything, it was amplified. She crippled him, inflicted wound to keep him alive and thus, suffer. As Savannah said. Vero just looked at him, taking in his friend's words. "Of course they joken didn't," he bluntly stated. "It would come as no surprise if that fecha commanded them not to tend to him." But rather, make him suffer. And for what? According to reports all that was said was the lineage to finalize her ascension.

There was nothing provoked for this attack, and it was what further fueled Vero's anger in the matter. As well as that of their Emperor. Vero looked at Savannah when she asked what the Emperor decided. "He told us not to accept that joken animal as Heda," he stated angrily. "Not only did she do this, but she has not recited the lineage for proper ascension. Yujleda will not call her Heda." He would follow Kia's wise words . . . ones that stayed true to their tradition. Until she did what was expected of every Heda, they would not fall to her command. "He wants to be strategic," Vero further explained, as to why there would be no immediate action. Once again, wise words despite Vero's irrationality.

"But this will not go unanswered." An assurance, that their Emperor would see actions properly responded to. Vero reached for the drink that Savannah held, taking it from her. He then took a large swig of it to try and ease his anger. But it had the opposite effect. When he swallowed it, his chest heaved, feeling that same overwhelming anger. "Jok of!" He shouted, tossing the drink across the room, hard enough to make the cup shatter into pieces. He didn't even give a shit if he woke up Uzac. "She will pay for this!" Barley controlled rage . . . and no current outlet for it apart from insulting words and inanimate objects.

[Savannah]

DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE LIONESS
SHE HUNTS AND SHE NURTURES; SHE IS THE HEART OF THE PRIDE
TAGGED @vero	As he threw the drink so violently, Sav’s chest swelled with anger. She didn’t flinch when it shattered, but Uzac did stir. “Mind yourself,” she said firmly as she turned to tend to him in case he awoke to such a state. She was furious; her fists tight enough that her knuckles were white as they strained. Awakening Uzac now would only further worsen his condition with confusion and resist. “Reign in your anger and save it for when we tear the bitch’s head from her pathetic, cowardly little body.” She’d heard what the bitch did; how she had killed the children in their sleep and presented a boy’s head as though it were a trophy. She did not follow tradition or give anyone a chance in hell to stand against her... it made her worse than Lexa in every way. “This child treats her allies worse than Lexa did,” which wasn’t saying much. The former Heda kicked an ambassador from the tower simply for disagreeing. Azgeda had a hostile history with her; that didn’t make it right, but it made it more predictable from a child lashing out. Ontari was poison; a snake that had to be dispatched. “I hope that strategy does not mean silently waiting for an opportunity to strike,” the warrior in her burned at the thought of marching on Polis... Yujleda had strong warriors and stronger spirits. Two of the Natblidas killed by Ontari were Yujleda.. They had more than enough passion to drive such an attack. “Give me that kit; and don’t take your anger out on it or you’ll be scrubbing my floor,” she muttered as she gestured towards a box of vials. She needed to put Uzac into a deeper rest. “I know you’re angry... But right now we need Uzac to recover... So calm yourself and help,”

pyxis ★