Seeing Red (Rosa)
Feb 4, 2015 19:34:35 GMT -5
Post by Peregrine on Feb 4, 2015 19:34:35 GMT -5
The tapping of her claws against the concrete was the only thing that had heralded her approach. For her former comrades, she kept no schedule, would give them no level of organization to grasp for. They were kept in the dark both figuratively and literally, and it would not change for them. Tzafar had crafted Tempest with herself in mind, in a multitude of ways; she had once been the infiltrator, the spy, the guerrilla, the prisoner. She knew what she would use, and she would not provide it to them. The Commandant, no longer the Astrapi, strode tall through her domain. It was time to deal with the remnants of the Badai.
Tzafar slipped into the building, and made her way deeper. Her destination was down one of the halls. She was alone, until she approached the guard. The Kangal dipped her head and uttered a greeting, and a command, and the chair was removed from the door, and the door was opened. Only a sliver was needed for the large female, and the door was closed behind her. Scythes of light came in, from beneath the door, and a narrow slit of a window at the top of the wall. Just enough for the two to look at each other.
Syx. The young and foolish child had grown into proper bastard. You betrayed us, he had said. He was deluded. He was a coward. Everything she thought him capable of growing up to be, he became. And there was nothing she could do for him now. He’d pissed all over the memory of the Badai, everything they had built. It could not be forgiven. Tzafar said nothing. But she seethed. She seethed, and she watched the young man, her gaze wrought with barely stifled anger. The fetters that bound the deluge within her soul were creaking, ready to shatter…
But she said nothing.
Rosalina