[center][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/divinus-mk4/images/c/c3/Blue-heart.png/revision/latest?cb=20200229114953[/img] [color=8493ca][u][h1]Neiya[/h1][/u][/color] & [h1]Sanya[/h1] [/center] [hr] All she felt was emptiness. The sight of the Sentti tribal warriors, strewn in a half-circle around her beaten and bloodied, should have brought her something. Some measure of satisfaction. Still all she could feel was cold. Angry. Their faces mocked her even now, their eyes reflecting the crimes they perpetrated against her tribe. Against her. Their original sin had torn open a wound deep inside her - a yawning abyss that seemed to only grow, even as she felt her weapon connect against their bodies; sapping the life from those responsible. It was justice. It was what should be. Yet there was nothing. Only hatred. “...-ya....” At least the weapon had brought her the strength she needed. It seemed to understand her grief. The pain of seeing these men and women again had made her hesitate, and the weapon had moved her hands for her. It knew what she wanted. It did what she needed. Another man ran screaming at her from across the field, a rock gripped tight in his hand. Was he one of them? One of the raiders? If he was here, he was with them. That was enough. He was complicit in what they had done. “...-nya…” She swung the black hilt towards the charging man. He saw the bladed edge fly towards him, and he twisted left to avoid it. It was not enough, the weapon knew of his crimes. Knew of her hatred. She felt her hands twitch the extra few centimetres to connect the blade. A spray of blood coloured the grass - coloured her - as the man toppled to the ground. Still nothing. But he deserved it. He was evil, and this was his recompense. His punishment for his crimes, and that of his kin. Her village was all that ever mattered to her - and now they were gone. Now all was gone, except this… this war. Her war against evil. Against men, against trolls. She’d need more power. More strength. The massive beast that came to take her brother from her would be stronger than this. It would not escape her rage. Her pain. “Sanya! That’s enough!” Yaian’s voice shook her out of her thoughts, out of the haze. A shaky breath followed as she felt her adrenaline begin to drain. The groans and sobs of the villagers around her began to assault her ears, and reality began to fade back in around her. Beyond the defeated warriors were cowering women and men, children, elders. In a half-circle lay the village's fighters, only a few still alive - fewer still who would have any hope of making it. A lump in her throat began to form as the rage faded. Replaced by guilt, despair, and pain. It wasn’t fair. Why did she feel this way? They took everything from her. Yaian placed his hand on her shoulder, and she quickly shrugged it off. He didn’t understand. He didn’t seem to care like she did. It didn’t hurt him, he was always trying to forget. “They deserve death,” she breathed, her words venomous in tone and intent alike. “They cannot fight any longer, Sanya. There is no victory to be had, now.” Yaian replied, walking up beside her. Another man came crawling forwards from the shadows. “Mercy, please! You slew the chief and his warriors! We won’t resist! Take anything you want!” he rambled quickly, throwing himself at Sanya and Yaian’s feet. Others hesitantly followed, moving to prostrate themselves while others ran forward to cradle fallen warriors that had meant something for them. “Take anything-... like you took my village from me?!” Sanya roared with growing fury, and she felt Yaian stare at her again. Again he said her name, and she scoffed and looked away from the scene. They didn’t deserve this. Yet Yaian took their side. He took their side and it made her feel guilty. He always made her feel guilty. “...Then I will take everything. Sentti is no more. This is the Sanyan tribe, now. Anyone who is displeased with this can face me, and punishment for their crimes against me.” None of the villagers complained at her words, some even thanked her. Yaian had moved to help a villager carry away a wounded man, and it once more filled her rancor. How readily he cooperated with those that took everything from them. It made her sick to her stomach. She needed time to think. She needed more power. The weapon wasn’t enough. As if uplifted by a new purpose, she spun on her heels and looked at the forest. She began to move. “What are you doing, Sanya?” came Yaian’s voice. “We cannot leave after what you said!” “I need more power. I will be back with the blessing of the goddess.” With that, Sanya wandered into the treeline, leaving Yaian to rule in her stead. [hr] Neiya hovered above her mist-covered pool, eyes closed. The tears came at random, unbidden and unwanted. In her head, the moment replayed endlessly. The pure look of scorn the moon goddess had given her, and her words. How had she poisoned her against herself so truly? How could she have such venom against someone who wanted her best? She would have taken care of her - for as long as it took. Forever, if necessary. The emotions just roiled endlessly, drowning out the woes of the mortal world. This stinging pain would never end. “Goddess!” cried a faraway voice, ripping Neiya from her doom-filled thoughts. She opened her eyes to regard the visitor - nay, intruder - and found herself staring down a familiar face. The woman - the one with endless sorrow, anguished vitriol. She carried the spear she had been given so carelessly, waving back and forth in one hand. No respect. “I have returned to ask your favor!” [color=8493ca]”You have my favor already. Yet you waste it coming here.”[/color] Neiya felt her own bitterness bubble to the forefront. No matter how much she tried to focus on the human girl, all she saw was Gibbou, and that scornful look. That casual hatred. It stung straight into her soul, her very being. And it made her angry. “I need more power. I have done as I set out to do. But to face the great beast, I require more. You must give me more. The fallen deserve peace.” Sanya argued from the lakeside. Normally Neiya would have felt her emotions, dug deeper into her intent, but she didn’t care. This hollow pain was all she knew. She was alone. Hated. And now this mortal - this insolent being - demanded her power. [color=8493ca]”No. I gave you all you needed. Now go away.”[/color] the goddess replied, a bitter frown directed at the mortal before she turned away to look at the waterfall - and finally closed her eyes afterwards once again. Then the voice returned. Full of spite and vitriol. Defiant and unpleasant. Like Gibbou. “What kind of goddess are you? The world is in pain, and you just hide here! You are no better than them - cowards, killers, collaborators!” Neiya felt something stab at her heart - not weapons, but words. It burrowed itself deep into her core and forced a gasp out of her. A deep agony bubbled from within, called out by the anger of another. Her eyes flew open, as pain turned to anguish, and anguish turned to fury. Again she stared at the mortal, stood dauntless on the lake’s edge. Neiya lifted her hand, gripping Sanya from afar as her eyes filled with the azure of her irises. The marks on her cheeks darkened, and the horns - though unmoving - seemed to grow and twist with each passing moment. [color=8493ca]“You think you understand the pain of the world? What suffering bubbles beneath the surface? What damage you and your ilk do to each other every passing moment? You think you can heal the world? Then by all means, Sanya, daughter of Ilvar and Yris, let me open your mind to the pain of your kin.”[/color] The goddess lifted her hand, and the human woman screamed in pain, lifting up off the ground. [i]Sorrowsting[/i] clattered to the ground, digging into the wet soil, as Sanya clutched her head in sudden agony. [color=8493ca]”I charge you, Sanya. Heal the world. Do as you demand of others. When you truly understand - when nothing but the hollow emptiness remains, and all your rage is nothing but a whimper in the abyss of oblivion, then you will truly understand the depths of mortal minds. The futility of your disgusting demand. Until then, suffer as I do.”[/color] Neiya closed her fist, and mist from the lake rose to surround the human stuck in laborious agony. Slowly, the essence of the goddess pressed against her skin, against her eyes. It became one with her, and Sanya screamed in endless pain. The world turned black, as an endless stream of suffering, joy, grief and lust seemed to overwhelm the human all at once. When Sanya woke up, the goddess was nowhere to be found. [hider=Summary] Sanya and Yaian have found the Sentti tribe, and using the spear Neiya gave her, Sanya handily defeats the entire tribe’s warriors. Yaian stops her before her rampage goes any further, and Sanya instead declares herself chieftess before leaving to gather more power for the next step in her revenge plan - hunting trolls. She finds Neiya at the reflecting pool after an undetermined amount of time, and demands Neiya give her more power. Neiya is sad, and says no. Sanya disses her, and Neiya decides to punish her by giving her what she wants in the worst way possible, but also infusing her with divine blessing in the process. Sanya blacks out, and Neiya appears to be gone when she comes to. [/hider] [hider=MP Summary] Starting MP/DP: 1/0 Created: Sanya - Hero This human woman is cursed to walk the land until she understands the complexity of human emotion. As such, she is immortal by way of remaining at her current age. Touch of Divinity I: (Sanya has been infused with a small portion of divine essence, and as such she is stronger, faster, and more durable than she once was. It’s not much, but it’s something.) - 1 MP Lover’s Curse II: (Sanya can feel and perceive the grief, loss, sorrow, and emotional pain of others. The stronger the emotional impact, the stronger she feels it, and the further away she’s able to notice it. At it’s most extreme, it manifests as whispers in her head, threatening to overtake her normal thoughts. Naturally, this makes her experience the negative emotions of those in her vicinity.) - Free with Sorrow Portfolio Ending MP/DP: 0/0 [/hider] [hider=Prestige] Sanya: +4 [/hider]