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Brushing out her long dark mane she didn't even cast a glance at her dark reflection in the mirror. She no longer cared. The war had ended but at a terrible cost. Her twins were taken during the last battle of Nuasis. Evi the AI that vertually ran the city had malfunctioned and shut down in a horrendous crash of burned out circuits and melted coils. The smell of ether and chemicals spilling into the hallways, permeating every stone of the central castle. The twins were under guard in the schoolroom but with Evi no longer functioning when the attack came there were no guards summoned to back up the two that were there guarding the so important lives. Adrien, her mate, had found the mutilated corpses of the guards but no sign of their dear children, a son and a daughter. Coming back to her he sank to his knees tears flowing down his lined and battle lined face. He pulled her down into his lap and gave her the difficult news, holding her in his iron arms as she lashed out in a violent response. In time, long moments of heart rendering sobbing she became quiet. Rising from him she pulled her hands from him and her back. “I want them found.” she said in such soft despair. Turning to face him her deep green eyes, now nearly black, beseeches him to understand. “I will leave no stone unturned, no life unaltered, until my children are returned.” electric sparks crackle over her un-gloved hands, a normally deadly situation for anyone but Adrien who now shared her ability. “I promise death for all those responsible.” she vowed again in that so silken soft voice that the unwise knew to be a certainty. She lay the hairbrush aside pushing that memory to one side, making no sound as she lay the ebony and silver brush next to the mirror. Slowly she pulled on her gloves, gloves marked with her station and a warning of who and what she is. The Inquisitor. Adrien was out looking for the twins doing what he was most skilled at and today she would 'question' prisoners in an effort to find answers, doing what she is most skilled at. She wore red, red as blood, her Inquisitor robes.
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Member Posts: 4 | The war between Ashir and Nuasis had been brief, though it didn't take much to upset the delicate balance of life. Ashir most certainly suffered the worst, an entire third of the city completely leveled. Out for a casual stroll through the market, Mirette gazed upon the rubble of what once was her own little shop. The markets had taken the brunt of Ashir's attack, leaving the once bustling street and shops a mere shadow. Overall the war its self had done little physical damage. Even the disappearance of the Sovereign, Lord Abel, was not as devastating as the loss of Evi. Without the ether grid, Nuasis was just another struggling settlement. Some of the damage to the city was being rebuilt, though many had left once the power failed. The shining star of the desert was now dark. Oddly enough, Mirette didn't seem affected so much by all the tragedy. Still following her almost daily routine, she takes a seat in the Desert Flower and makes light coversation in her own peculiar way. | |
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