i am a master
of a nothing place
of recoil and grace

silver moonlight dances upon the mouth of their den. nighttime falls, beckoning artem from his resting. still finding his way in this world, artem sticks close to their familial lair. he often tries to follow his mother as she moves throughout her day, but when told to, artem stays put. oh, but he's getting bolder. braver.

tonight, he's wandered at the mouth of their den and managed to stumble upon a little mouse. instinctively, the dark cub crouches low to the ground, stalking the rodent until he pounces forward. curiously, he jumps upon the tiny mouse and plays with it between his clumsy paws. the mouse squeaks and this amuses artem. he's never heard such a sound before, and the sharpness of it tickles his eardrums. twisting against the granite floor, artem bats the mice around, enjoying his time alone playing with the unlucky thing.

I will tear at the hands that reach for me
I will never be perfect and tame and pretty

Where one went, the other was not far behind. Roisin was the moon to Artem as he was her night sky, she could not exist without her brother at her side. It was just the two of them, as it had always meant to be. The Goddess knew exactly what she was doing by placing them in the womb together. She knew that they would be tethered, an unstoppable force once they reached their maximum potential. There was still much that Roisin could not comprehend, the world was so vast and there was so much to be discovered. Yet, Roisin lacked the fascination that Artem possessed. Where he was becoming braver, she remained in the shadows. Her pointed ears always preened forward, constantly swiveling to take in the sounds around her. Even now as darkness caresses them she watches from her resting place in the shadows; watches as her brother abandons her once more for the hall outside their lair. Eventually she is urged forwards by the teeny tiny sound of squeaking. So, he's found a pet and not told her? Shameful. She moves silently through the darkness, only finally lunging forward once she knew she could capture the tiny thing within her own paws. Her pounce isn't as well-executed as she'd like, but even so her tiny little paw smashes over the mouse. She pins it down, despite it's squirming and lashing. "Nélkülem játszol?" You play without me? Her words come out in a low hiss, eyes narrowed into slits. She doesn't care that the mouse has now drawn blood upon her pawpad, her gaze does not waiver from her brother. How dare he not include her. If he did not pacify her, this mouse would pay.

@Artem ♡

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i am a master
of a nothing place
of recoil and grace

adventurous, fearless, valiant; these knight-like traits were made manifest, culminating in the physical, spiritual and emotional form of artem. little though he may now be, a predatory shadow lay in the wake of him, still. yawning like a slumbering beast, a child of artemis, hid beneath the innocent guise of swarthy, boyish features. thus, his eyes the color of vehement moons, flash brilliantly in the darkness. a fever, then, possessed him; a fever to observe, to play with this little mouse, to dismantle it if he can. o, and brave, he is; brave, ferocious. a fervent echo into the future of the man - the warrior, the hunter - he will one day become;

up and down, the young boy pounces, disturbing the earth in minute detail. ashen motes lay drifting upon his moon-touched countenance; every bit as callous and dirty as the floor beneath him, as he leans into the ebony soil and swipes, viciously, playfully, at the mouse. round the mouse goes, spinning in a whirlwind as little, sharp paws flex against the delicate rodent-creature. that is until, his equally ferocious sister comes to steal his squeaky toy. to sweep it within her possessive embrace like a hawkish, volatile princess, as the faint traces of blood began to permeate the air surrounding him. like the ardent moon to his nightsky - like a silver ray of celestial light, to his ebony crown - @Roisin slinks forward with almost ephemeral grace. the complexion of her, almost glowing in the darkness, like a coiled, baby viper. still, despite all her innocent prettiness, he cannot help but sense the cub-like wrath emanating from her delicate frame. and o, how she scolds him!

nobody gets to scold him. not unless it's mother.

she appears livid with him, entirely possessive, and his own devilish smirk begins to form upon his smooth, ebony lips. as she takes the mouse away from him, he immediately launches into her; hindlegs propelling him forward as a playful scowl darkens his half-ivory, half-shadow visage. he tries to tackle her, to trap her beneath him. if he can't have his squeaky toy, then she can be the one to replace it.

affectionately, ofcourse.

"nem te vagy a főnököm, kedves nővérem!" you are not the boss of me, dear sister! he yowls, "snarling", playfully. his tail lashing behind him for balance as he tries to pin her smaller frame to the earth.

I will tear at the hands that reach for me
I will never be perfect and tame and pretty

"you are not the boss of me, dear sister!" His words cascade over her and already she can feel the dark veil slipping over her. Her tiny talons scrape the cave floor and her head tilts ever so slightly as she observes her dearest @Artem. It does not take long for him to attempt and turn the tables between them, but if there was anything about young Roisin, he should know it's that she would never belly over for anyone. Not even her brother. Her twin flame. For the time being she allows him to take hold of her, to pin her to the cave floor, but it is only mere minutes that crawl by before she is reacting once more.

Immediately the young girl would throw her head back wildly in an attempt to collide her skull with his own. She shifts her weight, aiming to throw her left shoulder into his sternum before she wiggles backwards, squirming out of his hold. Her lips peel back as she snarls in return, "Ez az, ahol tévedsz." That is where you are wrong. She says to him with a dazzling smile. Her brother would know that he either worked with her, or against her. There was no middle ground here, no gray area for them to traipse upon. Without another word she would launch herself at him once more, this time trying to use the blunt force of her weight to pin him from behind. Her baby teeth reaching to grab into the scruff of his nape all the while.

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i am a master
of a nothing place
of recoil and grace

the scent of rodent's blood permeates the air, mixed with the soft fragrance of sweet @Roisin. suddenly, he is no longer pinning his sister down, but she's bashed her skull against his face; sending him into a stunned moment, as he stumbles around for abit. a low snarl of frustration escaped his lips, as he attempts to pin her down once more with his bigger frame - but she's snuck behind him and tackled him. sneaky girl! artem stumbles to the floor, but refuses to yeild, even as he feels her little fangs digging into the back of his scruff. he would attempt to whip around, to thrash his head backwards, hoping to knock the back of his skull against her face.

"egy harcos nem enged." a warrior does not yield.

despite the frustration he feels, he only loves roisin more. her fiery spirit would match his lightning wrath. oh, they were destined for eachother, truly. destined to follow eachother to the ends of the world.

I will tear at the hands that reach for me
I will never be perfect and tame and pretty

"a warrior does not yield." She digs her needle-sharp teeth further into the scruff of his neck, a warning growl emanating from deep in her lungs. Admittedly she wasn't ready for the bucking that @Artem began doing. His thrashing skull collided with her own, immediately sending a sea of stars before her field of vision. Her grip loosens only slightly and an irritated snarl rips from her throat. She grapples against him, refusing to submit to him. "engedsz nekem." You yield to me. She warns, her voice soft but strong.

Did her brother not know that she possessed the very world in her own two hands? Their world? "csak Én tudlak megvédeni. Nem anya, nem apa. Te és én vagyunk mindenki más ellen. Engedni fogtok nekem, mert én vagyok a ti világosságotok, ti pedig az én sötétségem." only I can protect you. Not mother, not father. It is you and me against everyone else. You will yield to me because I am your light and you are my dark. She says to him then, ignoring the trickling of blood from her nose. He had given her a bloody nose, something that would need to be reconciled after everything was said and done if he wanted to stay within her good graces. Her teeth latch tighter onto his nape, determined, unrelenting. Yield.

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i am a master
of a nothing place
of recoil and grace

he fights, he struggles, but it is soon filled with regret the moment he catches a glimpse of the blood touching her nose. a sense of sorrow suddenly overcomes him, and even as @Roisin digs her teeth into his scruff drawing out his own blood, this time he does not struggle, but endures the pain and falls to a viperine stillness beneath her. his breath heaves in his small lungs, his patience returning to him, as did the sorrow and the regret. oh, he was a rough boy - he did not know how to play so gently, so tenderly, with girls such as roisin. but she was more than a girl, she was his sister, his beloved. quietly, he lays beneath her, his larger form still and panting, allowing his lips to curve upward to inhale the scents of the cave and the blooded fragrance of roisin.

"i'm sorry," he breathes, atlast, his senses returning to him, proving that she would be the domineering and calculative force, and he, her knight's strength and dragon's fire. his hot-blooded ways would get the best of him, but for roisin, he will always yield. always surrender.

"i surrender to you - always," his final breath comes out in a soft whisper, his morose nature returning to him. i never want to cause you pain. i never want to see you hurt.

*dialogue is in hungarian