#rikal

tHERE’S A REASON WHY AND THAT REASON IS FEELS

Now they were alone. Red took a long drag of his cigarette.

“This is awkward,” he said, giving Tikal a look. He placed the backpack properly on his shoulder. He’d probably be lugging it around for the entire duration of this trip.

She said nothing at first, only continuing to stare at where their companions had last been. Suddenly, she turned to Red. “If it would make you more comfortable, I could leave--”

“/No/, Tikal, just--” Red sighed heavily, nearly dropping his cigarette from his mouth. “Just come on. Just /walk/ or somethin’.”

And with that, the two of them began to walk.

They followed the sound of laughter and shouts of excitement. Though uninterested in nature and it’s many ‘wonders’, Red did look around the forest. Many of the animals were probably scared off with all the noise and jumping around that was going on. At least it wasn’t too hot out. If it had been hot, he’d be much more grumpy.

“Crimson, if you don’t mind me asking… Do you really think of yourself as ‘a pile of worthless shit’?” Tikal asked, her tone steady.

Of all the things she could’ve asked about, Red really wished it hadn’t been that. He sighed again, looking up at the stupid blue sky and the stupid clouds. What an annoying question to answer.

Suddenly, he stopped walking. Tikal didn’t stop immediately, but she did soon enough. She turned to look at him, a curious look on her face.

“/Look/ at me, Tikal,” Red said, gesturing to himself. “I’m not even supposed to be here.”

Tikal blinked. “On this trip or--”

“No!” Red said, giving her an incredulous look. “In /existence/! I’m not supposed to /exist/, and yet here I am. Half of a person who’s tryin’ desperately not to be. I am /literally/ made of nothin’ but //negative// feelings! The only thing I’m /good/ at is making mistakes.”

Silence. Not even the sound of distant laughter was heard now.

He had said too much. There had been too many personal feelings in there and not enough solid facts. Hoping Tikal would drop the subject or something, he started to walk briskly. He knew going on this tip had been a mistake, but it wasn’t like he /couldn’t/ go. Not with Mighty here.

His ears twitched as he heard Tikal begin to walk again herself. It didn’t take long for her to fall into step beside him. Red kept his eyes forward. He felt vulnerable and /exposed/ and //stupid//. That had been a mistake. Yet /another/ to add to the very long list.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m not supposed to be here either,” Tikal said quietly. Her head was tilted downward, making it hard for Red to see her eyes.

Wanting to perhaps make her feel better, he said, “You mean on this trip, or-?”

“No,” Tikal replied immediately, shaking her head. “I mean in this era. I… I’m supposed to be dead.”

Great. Now he felt awful. But he supposed, in some weird, twisted way, that did console him. Instead of saying something that would, undoubtedly, make things worse, Red instead thought to /do/ something.

He reached over and took Tikal’s hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. Not even a millisecond later, Tikal squeezed back.

((I know there are no bios up yet, but with the help of Miss Raya, I was able to get this scene between Rala and his elder sister, Rikal, transcribed. I didn't have to type a thing... <3))

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He pressed his back against the wall, breathing heavily, and praying not to be found. Emerald depths lofted to the vaulted ceiling and shit as he tried to control his breathing.

It didn’t matter. She was going to find him.

“Rala!...” the echoing tones called, bouncing around the hall. “Oh Rally, why must you hide? I just want to see you…after so long I’ve heard so much!”

  The ranger turned priest swallowed thickly and muttered a few prayers. He knew better than to respond to her. Even the utterance of a word would only condemn him faster. For, of course, that’s why she was here. To condemn him.

  “Ralandis.” The cold caressed his skin long before her words touched his ears.

“Did you not hear me, Baby Rala? I’ve heard so much about the goings on here…”

His eyes snapped open and he shoved off of the wall, twisting around the corner just before the plated fist connected. He panted and back peddled quickly, holding up his hands.

  “Riki…Listen. I can explain…”

“Explain what, exactly, Ralandis? How fucked up you are, or how fucked up you’re about to be?”

The woman showed herself then. Once blonde strands, now devoid of color, fell to frame her face which was skewed into a terrifying grimace. Hardened blue depths blazed and flickered with gruesome promises while her body swayed and flowed with a demented gait. Seems sexuality was an Adzior genetic trait.

  “Come on Rikal, I didn’t do anything! I only kissed him…”

“You wanted to,” her voice was as cold as the frost that covered her skin. “You wanted him pinned to the nearest surface. I know you Rals…”

The nickname was cooed so gently it could’ve easily been confused as an endearment. The male knew better. His breath hitched and half a second passed before he bolted. Half a second too long.

  Plated fingers wound in silver strands as he turned and held tight. Ralandis actually yelped more from the shock then the pain and stumbled, hand flying to his head.

“Riki…Don’t!”

  “No one deserves to be betrayed. When you make a commitment,…” Her hand jerked down sharply, causing the male to hiss and buckle to his knees. “..you are expected to honor it.”

Emerald depths flicked up to her face in horror just before he found himself tossed like a ragdoll against a wall. He had no idea which wall. It very well could have been across the room, for all his equilibrium cared.

  His back hit the stone and his head followed with a dizzying crack. He sank to his knees and stared up at the vaulted ceiling trying to will away the dots and pain that clouded his vision.

  THUD. CLANK.

THUD. CLANK.

She was coming!

  He dropped to his hands and tried to crawl, only to be rewarded with more pain. Her plated boot connected with his chest giving a satisfying snap. He sucked in breath and pain pricked his eyes. Another kick, just slightly off from the first, gave a rippling of snaps.

  Ralandis bit back his cries as she kicked him. Higher…lower…just to the side. His mind raced through everything breaking and bleeding, taking note of every injured muscle, organ, and broken bone.

The male bit the inside of his mouth so hard his teeth sliced easily through the flesh, and flooded his mouth with blood. Another kick to his lower stomach had a hacking cough spring from him spilling blood upon the glassy floor.

  Rikal’s eyes narrowed. “Blood? From that? No wonder you have strayed! You are weak!”

He used the pause to desperately try and crawl away, but he’d not get far. The woman snarled, planted a foot on his back and shoved. Ralandis buckled under her weight and hit the floor with an agonized cry. The pressure upon his wounds too much to bear.

  Cold eyes glittered as she bent then to grab an arm and pull it back, slowly. The pressure slowly built as she put more of her weight on his back.

“Leverage…” his mind whispered.

She strained his arm as far back as it would go…and jerked violently.

  The scream of sheer terrifying agony echoed through the main house, even causing birds outside to flee. Tears flowed down a once handsome face that was now one of anger, fear and unbridled pain. Rikal let the arm fall with a weak thud upon the floor. His other arm was grabbed…and the begging spewed from tear stained lips.

“P-Please! Don’t! I’m sorry…I’m sorry. I was w-wrong! J-just d-don..”

  The woman smirked and sighed in delight. Another swift jerk answered him and filled the halls with orgasmic agony. She stepped off of him and crouched at his face, fingers using his hair to pull his head up.

The once confident male was reduced to a blubbering mess as he lay broken, blood spilling past his lips.

  “You still scream wonderfully brother. So sad you broke quicker then in the past.”

She narrowed her cold gaze on his own unfocused one.

“Heal yourself and I’ll break more then your spirit.”

Rikal dropped his face back into the small pool of blood, tears and saliva. She turned with a gentle sway and simply left him.

  “Always a pleasure to visit and hear about the goings on, Baby Rala.”