Thread: flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo (NoxRogue)

RE Flectere Si Equeo Superos, Achaeronta Movebo NoxRogue The screeching that reached her ears was both melodious and annoying. Brows furrowed in the jest of it, her body squirming as if enjoying being without the pressure. And she heard him. Now, if she was anything, she was grateful to him, and she surely did not have to be told twice to follow. She stumbled after him, her mind still a bit foggy and her head reeling. All of this retribution. She was more than satisfied with it, what woman in her situation wouldnt be? She rested, once she found the woman he spoke of, her back pressed into the wall and her chest heaving. The woman, all but shattered pieces of her former self, clung to the blondes leg, stroking her knee softly and humming a tune that she knew all too well. All of them, her entire caravan, wiped out by this fucking pig and his greed. What type of man did this? What type of human subjected children to this kind of torture? Shed remembered hearing the screams, quieting until eventually she knew the girls were gone. Fucked to death. And what an awful way to go Her head turned towards the door as the man who had brought them here had been thrust through it like some sort of limp rag. The aforementioned green eyes narrowed, watching the man with a contempt and disdain that only a woman could hold. She could practically feel her teeth grinding together at just the sight of him. However, as the tongue was torn from the mans mouth and cast aside, like a tag attached to clothing, she felt a huge amount of sickening satisfaction. Perhaps it was wrong of her to have been glad the man was suffering. Or, perhaps not. She stood still, watching and allowing her final companion to stroke her leg to comfort herself and enjoying the immense physical and mental torture this man was enduring. And when he finally disclosed the location of the money, the gypsys face twisted in disgust at the thought that he might have gotten off just that easily. And yet, much to her surprise and quite honestly, delight the warming thump of a well deserved severed head hit the ground. She smirked. She couldnt have done it better herself. She kept her eyes on the Methuselah now, studying him inside and out. A righteous Vampire it almost seemed ironic. A Vampire who practiced right and wrong. And instantly, she felt a bit ashamed for the way she had treated him previously. Perhaps not all races were created equally. She caught what she could, enough for her and left the rest for the other women to pick through. She turned, quickly on her heel as he headed towards the door. She didnt want him to go. Methuselah. She stopped him, calling out to him. Liliana. My name is Liliana She answered softly. It was obvious that she was grateful to him. Could you help me? She questioned, looking down to the woman who was still stroking her leg, softly. Mentally, she is broken. I cannot travel with her as long as she is this unwell. She glanced back towards him. She had no more companions. No more caravan. And essentially, no one to protect her should she end up in a situation like this again. Perhaps they could help one another. Being a gypsy, she was knowledgeable about the land. And how to survive comfortably with bare minimum. She licked her lips, her mouth just as dry as ever, but it served the purpose of dampening them all the same before she parted her lips to continue to speak. My caravan is gone, and my last companion is naught but a shell of her former self. I am alone without partnership Perhaps we can assist one another She said, swallowing shortly after. I am unsure of your intentions, Methuselah But I have no direction It is your decision She finished.