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ONYXIA FEAR IS ONLY WHAT YOU MAKE IT

*setting about a month after her fight with Sethos, right after she meets with Ruel (tbd)*

It was time to travel back home as she found herself on the outskirts of the border once again. She spoke to Ruel, and Ody, two of her trustworthy companions about what kind of future she had, as well as the information she had come to learn during he travels here in the first place. Her mood seemed off as of late, some days being more fulfilling then others, while sometimes she seemed to not be in the mood for much at all. It was exhausting, really, to deal with the whiplash of her own emotions while trying to clear her head of all that happened.

Small paws carried her closer to the border and back to a home she didn't wish to claim. Her time spent with Ruel always proved to give her more life and purpose, before she was reminded of who she was before him. She didn't regret meeting him or becoming familiar with pampered lifestyle only because it involved him. If he had been a street rat alongside her she would have felt the very same.

A heavy sigh escaped her, body still sore from travels so she decided it best to take a rest. As she cleared the first hill, however, her stomach would drop at the sight of someone so familiar, and yet a ghost at the same time. Fight or flight her mind screamed, her lips peeling over fangs as the rise of aggravation filled her once more. She blinked in hopes he would disappear like it was some kind of sick dream, but when he did not she grew nauseous.

Onyxia walked forward, her lips drawing a firm line because if she liked it or not she needed to pass him to continue home. He would know she had been trespassing however, but she found it best to try and play it smart. Despite the words she wanted to say, and the actions she wanted to partake in she passed him in silence, with only a single glare over her shoulder to see if he even dared it.

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The Colonels had begun to crack down on the Army lately, their hands wrapped around the throats of the soldiers as they seethed about how too many Jacobites were still managing to jump the borders. Fights were breaking out as they made it to the bars, simply to instigate the Imperials once a few too many shots of whiskey coloured their bloodstreams. Find them! they barked their orders, unsaid threats hanging in the air. Sethos left the barracks afterwards, his muscles tense. He knew he would be singled out if other soldiers found some Jacobites and he didn't. It was obvious enough that they were around; their scents lingered in the air sometimes when he walked through busier areas. So he decided to hang out where he knew, eventually, one would show up. It was unfortunate that she would be the one to cross his path. The air around them crackled with electricity as she indignantly tried to walk passed him. White brows raised, his lips twitching, but he was almost amused. Despite how their last interaction went, did she honestly think he would let her walk away again? "Ma'am, I'm going to need to see some ID," his voice rumbled as he stepped to the side, blocking her path. He adopted an air of indifference, pretending as if he didn't know her from a hole in the wall. The reality of it was that he really didn't know her at all. Now up close to her again, while he didn't touch her, his nose twitched as he smelled... Something off about her, aside from the realization that the scent of someone else's cologne clung to her fur. Bright eyes studied her face, trying to figure out what was different about her this time.

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His voice. It caused her blood to curdle and the hairs to stand up on her nape.

Ma'am, I'm going to need to see some ID.

She stopped and inhaled a slow, steady breath, but her mind began to contemplate all her possible options as he stood before her. She wasn't a fool, he was going to arrest her and her mind was racing a million miles a minute. How would Ruel know she was imprisoned? Fuck. Internally she would tug against what she should do, and probably what the best thing not to do was.

If he was going to imprisoner her she wasn't going to give into it so easily and without say. "Oh, how admirable," she sneered at him, into the face of a man who left such a bitter, foul taste on her tongue. "Are you trying to redeem yourself? Sticking to your duty with more loyalty than to your own family?" A small chuckle escaped her, one that held held an indescribable amount of distaste. Go fuck yourself, Sethos Tiamat," she spit at him, hoping to direct it right into his face but she would not stick around to see if it made contact.

She turned on the quick of her heel and bolted, hoping that her size would be her saving grace in this position.

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Venomous words dripped from her tongue, immediately trying to instigate a response out of the man. For a second, he was shocked - what good did it do her at this point to dig an even deeper grave? Maybe she was too dumb to understand that he had the upper paw at the moment. His face remained a stoic mask, hiding the mixture of emotions that warred within his mind as she beaked off to him. "Go fuck yourself, Sethos Tiamat," And she spat a remarkably large, disgusting glob of slobber and whatever other diseased substances from her mouth. It landed with an almost audible wet shtick on the bridge of his nose and stuck in the thick lashes of his right eye. Two thoughts occured to him then - the first being that he concluded the woman clearly did not brush her teeth on any kind of routine basis, as the smell that wafted from whatever just left her mouth left a taste in his mouth it was so pungent. The second was that he realized this woman invoked a rage in him that scorched his bloodstream with every beat of his heart. She was just so. Fucking. Annoying. Distaste cause his lips to peel back and a low growl to emit from his throat. Only seconds had passed, and he was about to place her under arrest without another word when she turned tail and ran. His growl exploded into a snarl as he responded with surprising dexterity for someone so large and injured as he. Paws thudded upon the cobblestone pathway as he raced after her, ears pressed against his helm as he focused all of his energy into making sure his limbs responded as they should, that he kept pace. Pushing himself passed what he knew would be his limit, he became dangerously determined to catch Onyxia even if it meant there's be painful consequences to himself later. ... He followed just on her heels down the expanse of the road. Breaths came in gusty heaves, his lungs desperate for oxygen as his body began to give out. Knowing he needed to act quickly, Sethos summoned what was left of his strength, flexing his trained muscles and lunging forward with his jaws stretched open; saliva hanging in thick strings from his gaping maw and-- He clamped onto his target - near the base of her tail. And then he went limp. Using his body weight to his advantage and not giving a single shit on how it would affect her or even himself, sethos became a deadweight; an anchor that dug into the ground and forced her, jarringly, to a halt. "You're under arrest," he grumbled through a mouthful of her fur. His ribs rose and fell rhythmically with heavy breaths. His muscles screamed.

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There was nothing left in her when it came to him. Every time she saw him from here on out she would feel noting more than the rage, and hatred for him and his name. Even still it was hard for her to comprehend his character as a whole. When she met him he was something to her, someone she felt that in time she could grow a genuine friendship with. She felt bad for him, he confided in her somewhat and where she often met others with a bitter nature, she treated him gently. She would have been allowing of him to open up, to give him a shoulder or a simple safe place to speak, but here they were now. A man who she she considered kind had been so two faced that she didn't even believe him to recognize his own self. He could think all he wanted of her, believe whatever he wanted to believe, but he was still a rat while she stood firm on who she was then, now, and always.

He was a spineless, disgusting, bipolar, confused, whiny, toxic, self-sabotaging, family-throwing-under-the-bus, distrustful, rat.

Her nostrils flared, her energy at an all time peak mixed with the adrenaline of knowing she was being chased. She would force him to work, knowing very well that in the end she was not going to win, but she was not going to go down easy either. What hunk of a body behind such a teeny fucking brain. A pretty face with an ugly personality, a family name though they should have been embarrassed to share it with him.

Paws thud against the floor so quickly she tried her best to keep up with the rhythm in her head. She almost forgot for a second he was chasing her, contemplating looking over her shoulder to see if he was still there but that would have been foolish. The proof that he was following behind would come after the lengthy chase in the form of her banner being snatched by teeth and her momentum being thrown off. Her paws skid it a halt, the fire in her blood raging at she turned to face him, but no, no she wasn't done yet.

There were not words to express it, and so, she snapped her jaws towards his face hoping, praying, she would leave him with a reminder of her growing hatred towards him.

As for evading the law, she was not so stupid to understand that, once again, his sheer size, power, rank, and name was far beyond anything she had power over. A growl vibrated in her throat, her eyes not once leaving his face while she wished every negative thing upon him that she could possibly think of.

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While she seemed to accept defeat, it wasn't without one last venomous bite. His face stung as her teeth found purchase in the thin, soft flesh there, and he ignored the sensation as blood welled from the punctures to run down his muzzle. Instead, his lips only curled as his hatred for her blossomed from a seed into a young sapling, and he shoved her to the ground with a growl. And he held her there as he stared down his bleeding snout and into her eyes. "You'll be pleased to know," he hissed, driblets of blood splattering from his lips and to her face. He found a morbid sense of pleasure at the sight of it. "That Ahkoris Tiamat is dead. So congratulations, you got what you wanted." the words left his mouth, leaving scorches of fire in its wake. If he didn't know better - and maybe he didn't - he might think that Onyxia had some kind of paw in the demise of his brother. But that was a thought for another day. Roughly, he grabbed at her scruff and pulled her up from the ground. "Onyxia, you are under arrest for trespassing across the Rionnach border. You will be escorted to the local jail cells to await your punishment. Anything you say henceforth can and will be used against you." he could only hope that would shut her up for the journey to the cells, as he started off with her in tow.

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Shoved into the earth with only those yellow eyes to stare into. Eyes that once were warm, welcoming, comforting—friendly. Now they were filled with hatred, duty, and detachment. She did not attempt to pull away, nor did she release her stare from his own. She could feel her stomach churn, what had they become? Why did it have to be this way. Her cheeks were hot, the bile wanted to form in her throat at the sight of him, but alas all she would do was bite it back.

You'll be pleased to know. That Ahkoris Tiamat is dead. So congratulations, you got what you wanted.

It took her a second to process the information, but what was it she felt about the information? Relief? That was too light a word, so would it actually have been happy? Given the situation she was in now she could not jump with joy, but oh how she found other ways of expressing such an emotion.

"You should let me know where he is buried so I can piss on his grave," She laughed, right into his face, staring him directly in the eyes with no sense of remorse. The laughing, however, would prove too light as it developed into a hearty cackle . Tears welled in her eyes from how hard she had been laughing. "Not everything I wanted," she exhaled a long sigh, catching her breath from the outburst as she wiped away the tears, "but it's a start." She shrugged carelessly as she felt herself get ripped away from the earth with force.

And then he would go on, again, with his sense of duty, speaking of her being arrested and whatnot. All the things that she could careless about in the moment. Ahkoris Tiamat was dead, and she could only hope Sibyl and Sethos would drop like flies next to him. Nothing else had to be said, and so she would remain silent for the rest of the trip finding she would deal with her other issues later on. Surely someone would get wind of her being gone, or notice in the very least, and they would come looking.

exit ony

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