ORIGIN

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Envy didn't have to wait too long for another face to show itself, but the scent of blood was the first thing that the weasel noticed, and they immediately shot upright ewith every quill bristling, fur standing on end. They whipped their head around to look, and not long after saw something crawl into the throne room- leaving a red smear in its wake. Envy flinched, recoiling towards the back of their throne before- like the good king they were- scrambling over the edge and pattering down the vertical stone surface towards her.

Forgetting about Reign for a moment and morbid curiosity getting the better of them, they pattered closer to her, but not too close. They hung back, spines rattling softly, horror plain in their eyes. They paced back and forth at a safe distance, and even the smell made them nauseous. "Wrath? What have you done?"

Speech. Thought.

@Wrath @Reign

She responded with a jerky, hissing voice, her words starting and stopping for no apparent reason at all.

"Wasss.. hunted. Attacked. Hurt it bad; broke ssssomething." She tensed at this, reliving the memory of the fight within her mind. "It.. isss injured. It did not follow." she said, after a few moments of trying and failing to locate the King. At least, she thought it was them--it was certainly their voice.

"Isss--isss this Orion?" she asked, slowly, so quiet it was almost hard to hear. She needed the confirmation of safety. She wanted desperately to relax herself, to finally drift away into sleep; but she could not. Not until she knew it was okay to stay here.

@Envy

Pride grunted as the horse simply--didn't respond. He turned his attention back to the cave door, frustrated and determined both. Focused surged, and magicka flared.

At last, quartz spires and spikes, chunks and twists began to shoot up from the floor, and twist out from the tunnel walls. With effort, and time, the white stag formed them so that they obstructed much of Tunnel N's entrance to Orion. It could be slipped past, though the Gembound doing so would need to be careful, and would likely be vulnerable to attack while doing so; it could also, given enough time and force, be broken down.

But for now, it was a good defense that had not been there moments before, and Pride snorted with approval at his own creation.

The Bloodberries, for now, would not be a problem--not from this tunnel, at least. If they tried to pour in this way, they would meet a tangle of quartz blocking their path, and a magickal stag ready to throw everything he had at them.

Except for Huckleberry, of course. That one, he would spare.

exit Pride

Envy shivered as the snake struggled to speak, little paws jittering and dancing, adrenaline flooding and enthralling them. They were momentarily glad that the snake couldn't see, but then realized the others could. The snake could probably hear the little pitter-pattering sound of their paws as they looked at her from every angle. So they stopped, standing bolt upright and clearing their throat.

"Yes, this is Orion! This is the Throne Room. And this is your king!" Envy affirmed, voice rising shrilly. They thought for a while, looking around. They couldn't throw a party with a dead snake in the throne room! Finally, they sucked in their breath. "REIGN!" they shrilled, turning towards the cheetah and staring expectantly. They tapped a hind paw as they waited for him to come. "Change of plan. Take Wrath somewhere safe and get her cleaned up. Make sure she doesn't die!" they ordered firmly, with a serious twitch of their whiskers and spines perking upright.

What a good king they were.

Speech. Thought.

@Reign @Wrath

From the day we arrive on this planetAnd blinking, step into the sun

The Cheetah looked up at his King as he waited to hear his word, what Envy would tell him to do. When he was finally given a command - and oh! something in him rankled at following anothers' orders - he bowed his head, saying, "I will search for them - I don't know any who might like to join us, but I can track down the Others."

He turned, moving to walk away, only to still at a sharp blood-scent. The Cheetah whirled, spotting Wrath - one of the Seven, he knew, but one he had not spoken to much before, and loped after Envy, approaching the snake. He stood, sentinal-like, behind the weasel, gaze never leaving the snake.

When his name was shrieked, his ears twitched back, but he turned to face his King, whom he stood before. "Of course," he said without ceremony, stooping down to pick up @Wrath and whirling, racing towards his Tower with all the speed his species granted him.

There, he would set Wrath down carefully, beginning to run his tongue along her weeping wounds to clean them, and see how dangerous they were.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

There's more to see than can ever be seenMore to do than can ever be done

Envy watched Reign go, an unmistakable satisfaction flowering within them as the cheetah followed their orders. It felt good to be a king. The weasel looked around once again. The throne room would need a clean- Wrath's blood mingled with that of the cave deer, and the sickly sweet scent clung in their nose, making them feel nauseous. There was a lot to do still- the throne room was still just plain grey stone and there was very little in the way of food.

But they were a king- the others could do that. The weasel breathed deeply, feeling the stone on the back of their tongue growing chilly and dry against the roof of their mouth. They felt sickness, tasted the metal. For now, they needed to take a walk. Envy shuddered.

Alone again, this place felt far too quiet. They backed away from the bloodstains- they could deal with it later.

Like the others, the weasel pattered out of the throne room, reasoning that they could think of other things to do on the way. Surely the others would be able to sort the party. For now, the king needed a break.

Parties sure were stressful.

-exit Envy-

Speech. Thought.

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Reign

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