Rebirth of Honour

The doctor adjusted her ether mask before she spoke. “My lady, I just had some questions to ask you concerning out guest here.” she responded, her eyes looking over at a relaxing Chelchis. She took a deep breath before speaking again. “Just... are you sure that’s him? I just can’t believe that it’s him...”

Ayvekis could understand her confusion and why she would question it. She can’t blame her as she herself is having a hard time wrapping her mind around this. The dead just don’t com crawling back into the land of the living, it’s just not possible for such a thing to happen. She sighed. “I know, but believe me when I say that it’s him. Think about it, straight out of legend and right into our arms. Truly we are blessed.” She chuckled, it was funny but also a relief to know that she wasn’t just dreaming.

“Yes, my lady but back to my concern.” She cleared her throat and pulled up a datapad. “Now, before I get sidetracked again, we already seem pretty sure that it’s him but now as for his wounds? they’re treatable but this scar across his abodmen is one I am most curious about.” Ayvekis had noticed that too when she brought him back in here, it looked old and untreated but it seemed to have healed up nicely, she nodded in response and allowed the other to continue to talk.

“And, another concern that I don’t hold, but the Guards I was talking to had some...eh, well they didn’t like having our guest here.” She shrugged, bringing a hand behind her head and rubbing it. Ayvekis had know her to do that, she was more in tune with guardian mannerisms then most here. Her reasoning for such was because she found it necessary to learn everything there was to everything despite species boundry. An unpopular idea among the Devils if she can recount.

“I see, I will have to address these concerns at a later time... have they given a reason as to why?” She asked.

She nodded. “On my way here they shared their concerns and they aren’t comfortable with the fact that they left their Kell alone with some stranger. They fear that if they are stuck protecting the rest of the house then who shall protect you?” she took a deep breath before speaking. “I’m afraid they might take some, drastic measures if they are forced to stay away from you any longer.

Ayvekis shook her head, she was disappointed that her own guards had felt this way but she has to understand that they only want to protect her

“My lady, what are you going to do?” She asked.

“I hope so, little fledgling. I am sure you will find your own way, but remember,  we rely lay on everyone here and they will rely on you also. Trust is an important thing among us, if we cannont trust one member then we are no better then the other house.” She put a hand on his shoulder, there have been many in the house that have proven their resolve and their position in the house with how long they have been running.

“Hm? my name? heh, well..” when she was about to answer, the pup had run up to Chelchis. She watched him as he handled the little one with such care. Surely he must be skilled with taking care of pups without help. She smiled when he let them down and sighed. “We have to be.”

She said as she pulled him towards the bed for him to sit down. “No one else is like us, while the other remaining houses are locked in a endless struggle for power and dominance, we are here simply trying to survive. As you may see, we are a small house and with it we cannot rely on anyone but ourselves for our future. The pups are braver then anyone can be in this house, they are young and need to learn that the world isn’t kind to our people as it once was.” she chuckled. “I am the unlikely leader of this house, the title itself is only a formality that i have chosen to put up with as it holds no real meaning to me nor these people. I am simply the voice of these people, the conduit of their desires and wants in life are all filtered into me so that I may strive towards making a better life for them. For that, I am known simply as Ayvekis to them.”

“Can you please bring our guest something more comfortable to sit on.” She asked, they simply nodded and exited the room. In less then a minute they come back with a plush cushion tucked under their arm. They placed it beside Ayvekis’ throne, turning to look at Kel’par and motioned them to take their seat before returning back to their original position by Ayvekis.

“Take your seat, and we may begin our discussion, the real reason you are here.” she stated as she pointed to the cushion on her right.

She was familiar with these kinds of talks, she had got to observe her Kell make these type of meetings before but all seemed to be where the individual will stand or sit on the hard ground. Ayvekis wanted to make a slight tweak in such, she had hoped giving her guest something soft to sit on would make them feel welcomed.

:And I couldn’t even do that…” he muttered to himself as he sank even lower to the ground. Resting his forehead against the ground and curling up the Kell began to pray silently. He was not very religious but it was necessary for all of those who he had known and lost.

Chelchis had almost forgotten about the other but he took a deep breath and sat up on his knees, looking out towards the barren cliffs ahead. Face sullen and emotionless he began to speak.

“I thank you for telling me…True it is not easy I cannot be mad at your choice..I am also sorry for the way I had reacted..it is a lot to take in.” he swallowed back a sob restraining himself. Fists clenched even tighter, claws digging into his flesh to draw blood Chelchis’s body began to shake. Another question had appeared in his mind, a question that would probably would drive him into further sadness.

His next question like the last was hard to answer, but he had to know and she couldn’t withhold that information. She sighed, her gaze not quite meeting his as she looked to the side. “It has been several centuries since our race fled the homeworld and took up residence in this system. You have been gone a long time, Chelchis. Almost too long now.”

She fell silent after awhile before kneeling down and inspecting his hands. she shook her head. “Come on, let’s get you out of the rain and cleaned up, maybe get you re acclimated to everything that has happened since you’ve been gone.”

Alright so due to an anon that brought up the case of me having drama, vague posts and whatnot about things upon things and other things. I want to make it clear that I don’t care if you don’t like that, if you don’t like me doing that shit then you can just unfollow me. It’s not hard to unfollow me and it’s not like half or even a lot of your care what I do. Hell I don’t even think most of my friends care what I post. And that’s fine with me.

I am generally a nice person but when it comes to inconsiderate people that can’t be bothered to understand the basic rules of roleplay etiquette when they rp with me and suddenly turn on their head and not be the least bit understanding that, I am not like them and do not conform to their rules. So when someone starts shit with me but fills unfulfilled when I apparently don’t rp with that is a bit one sided as I am fine with how things are. but suddenly turn things around to where they do not discuss with me prior to what they are doing to my ocs then I cannot accept that. It’s meta playing and almost godmodding. I put up with it because I am just a nice person and want to give people a chance but it’s constantly ignored and you continue to act like you know my oc when you don’t is meta at it’s finest because you possess information that your oc wouldn’t have prior knowledge of.

Even shy and kind people have a limit before they too go batshit crazy and become super annoyed by it. And that’s not the best part.

Look.

If you do not like how I run my blog(s) then alright, I do not care. It’s my blog and I can do what I want with it. If I want to vaguepost about someone or rant/vent on MY blog then by gods I will do it. If you do not like it? then fine, you can simply unfollow me and act like I never existed and can carry on with your life. It’s no skin off my back if you leave and don’t want to rp with anyone. Chances are I will be sad but I’ll get over it, I mean it’s the internet. Petty things happen here all the time, people come and go and whatever.

lemme repeat.

IF YOU DO NOT LIKE HOW I RUN MY BLOG THEN YOU CAN LEAVE. NO ONE IS FORCING YOU TO STAY.

She offered him a smile. “Then stand, I will not have you bow before me. I am not as high and mighty as any Kell I am simply like you, Only that I am the embodiment of this house’s belief, it’s voice to say the least.” She has always made it a point that she is to not be held upon a pedestal but respected and loved as on would for their dear friend or cherished parental figure. She wanted no glory, the title of Kell was a formality that she took on just because no other house would take her seriously if she were to come out as a simple figure representing a house. 

It was a normal day in house Lazarus, the normal duties of a Kell were being attended to but She and the scribes. They were discussing ether handouts among the various other topics when the Guard busted in here with a prisoner- a Guardian.