Upon the stark, blue blankness of the sky,
the assailing armies of the stars have swept,
And all the night is splendid with their spears.
Xytrinah could not help but covet a dark snicker, looking upon the very signature of Ayenee's rule... remembering all too well the exchange of words twixt an Empress and the realm's fool- "My sword suits you well", and the only possible reply in short that she gave, Xytrinah, had carried that sword many times into battles. Nostalgic to say the least. "Everything of yours's suits me well", (detesting the use and sound of the 'common' tongues), those words had a lot more implication and potency than any other considering where she had stood many times, and where all three of them stood now. Indeed, she had vowed, that if this world were to fall, it would be protected by the raptures of her gauntlets... it had been left to its own raptures and downfalls, previously seen by the void-oracles eyes- as she had foreseen the fall of the Norians and had been quite vocal on that very subject in her own twisted visions of it.
Regardless, the dark oracle had been right... and had gladly accepted the dark accolade of its coming to pass by the Cyotha-Yshian celebrations in joyous reverie. Xytrinah's history with the Eitan's was quite extensive... and she possessed a venomous loathing for the majority. Luckily, they experienced the claws of her son and his military arms... and not that of her own- however it seems that Minjun had dealt his revelations and desires of destruction upon in a rather justified manner. Pity a few of them still existed and were not being imbibed by the very goblet that graced the lips of her son. In response to the topic, Xytrinah typically avoided any participation and involvement.
No comment was even made regarding the latest moniker of title, this, 'Caeyara', she merely just slightly turned away while rolling her onyx-bejewelled eyes, refraining from questions as to why and instead not finding the interest. Her disgust for them was simply a response to all civilizations she deemed, disposable. Vocalizing it wasn't the time nor place to do so, and in poor taste in hindsight of the reason they were there, and it certainly wasn't to discuss, the Caeyara. Pushing such notions aside, Eitans, she held a silent respect for a select couple whom she had fought side by side with during the Ayenee wars, but they were insignificant to her now and were totally eclipsed by the victories of Minjun. The man was paving his own way in the whispering vaults of the void; of conquest, absorption and assimilation...
Nothing of these cities, kingdoms and barrens were not being thoroughly scrutinised; even while the lithe woman appeared to just be standing at the side of her husband, in reunion, conversing with their majestic progeny upon entrance. Coordinates relayed, and direct orders whispered through the intricate spirals issuing surveillance orders to the West, should there be an infestation issue. Some names of old just needed to sleep on the dusty tongues of the dead. Unspoken. Not remembered. None would inspire her with incantations and promises of lustful darkness and war- their offers would pale in comparison to that which had already been supped and the fruits of its wines were a continuous exchange twixt their embraces and triumphs on a level none could ever match. It bore its own seeds to blossom. When Minjun stood, Xyrtinah's slender black diamond adorned claws fell from Koshiro's hand, only long enough to embrace their son, cloaking him in the energies that complemented Minjun's own.
There are many marvellous tales, untold, unwritten, never to be recorded or remembered, lost beyond all divining and all imagining, that sleep in the double silence of far-recessive time and space. Their accomplishments would not be amongst these. Just as they celebrated at the toasts of Minjun's war achievements and strategy. Fingers furling around the long stem of the crystalline glass with a firm unyielding smile that made most uneasy; "Gsenaenoivi pha's loiry a'voiritn ya'lvaeneraenaeil, Minjun" ["Gratitude for such opulent hospitalities Minjun..."], emphasis placed on 'opulent' with a coquettish dark ambiance. Raising the crystalline glass towards Koshiro and Minjun in the offering of a toast. Ascending the rim of glass to her luminescent apertures, wine finally finding the parched palate where some words still sat on the tip of tongue. Taste, sweetened acidity, tannins bringing forth the other sensations of the saccharine fluid.
Responding in kind and sophistication to his appraisal of her, "Diphaetenirh voii na' nyi ra'dveth dh vesg yiesn" ["Definitely due to the company my dark heart."] Like a soliloquy came the sensual lilt of response, short and precise in answer upon a multitude of possibilities. For sure she was a beauty; an orchid of immortal bloom sprung from the fires and dusts of perished spheres- the illume akin to the stars streaming through the maws of the midnight oblivion. Each of them beheld an omnipotent beauty... unique to that of their constructs and complexities- she had always thought of Koshiro as the most aesthetic beautiful creation of all. Even upon their first encounter. He looked like a deity, the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.
Minjun not only a mirror of them both, but also regally upholding his own majestic, captivating dark allure.
Exchanged talk of 'gifts' and 'surprises', brought another smirk rising over those lips of lustre Dark-liquored eyes beaming with an exuberance that could only be described as enchanting and spellbinding, however digressing away from the topic entirely and counter-manoeuvring in the complete opposite direction. "Prieli vesva't dh aekta'setri, moin deh I elg, zyen ael nyi tenoisi a'ph nyael Cshlndel ririmsenaea't?" ["Please pardon my ignorance, but may I ask, what is the nature of this Crystmas celebration?"] Xytrinah's nose scrunched up at the question, her statuesque features eclipsed by the inquisitive frown having never partaken in the celebrations of this particular world, other than what she considered as festivities which was conquest, consumption and complete obliteration. From what Xytrinah had gathered is that the celebration was similar to some seem in the Ursthollosha Spiral...but she wondered if it had some other sentimental value to Surrune.
Xytrinah had been assigned to this clump of vanity and gluttony for quite a considerable time, and yet knew little of its intricacies... if indeed it had any. Infiltrate, establish contact and then terminate; she had been given her targets and all but perhaps one had been assimilated- but that was another matter.
Returning to her husband's side and placing a kiss upon the perfect chiselled landscape of his cheek, eyes gently closing at the mere sensation of his closeness and the taste of his skin taunting her very senses. Xytrinah's lips whispering against the flesh of where they had just graced in all her open affections towards the love of her existence, "Mh ra'sti, dh Edvisa's, dh URR!" ["My love, my Emperor, my ALL!"] His energy and presence was like an opiate to her, and if anything, he brought the only knowing of peace she ever dreamed of or cared to have knowledge of. They had everything that they could either create, take, dominate or manifest- during their separation both had obtained all the glories and spoils of war; and now together with their son, they were unstoppable.
Attentions turning back to Minjun as her digits once again sought to feel the warmth of his touch. "Wo kaikhd dho dandaldk uvk dloukilok ad K'ddhu-Zadh da nuko avail dano holo darolukro, dhud avail liro lonuavk kanavudo, uvk da klaxako avail vudaavk vadh vhud dhoav lotialo." ["We bought the comforts and treasures of K'ctha-Zoth to make your time here tolerable, and that your rule remains dominate, and to provide your nations with what they need in order to thrive.'] Now whether or not she cared for the needs of any people or not; and was only using them as a continual source for whatever she desired, or other whatever indignant gossip fluttered from the mouths of uneducated twits, was immaterial.
It could not be disputed that it was provided, without spoken exchanges, and multitudes happily had given their lives "willingly" to the blackened flames in order for the greater to survive. You have nothing if you do not have the love and support of your peoples; and if you do not stir their passions enough to die for you. Fear only poisons the meat. Lao'Taun had learnt this most valuable of lessons... perhaps others would be humble as to accept it and admit defeat with grace and gratitude.
She didn't know what other gifts Koshiro mentioned but she was sure it would be deliciously unpleasant. At least for those on the receiving end of it. There were many vessels yet to arrive carrying these treasures and bounties that no doubt would play an intricate role in his future campaigns and appetites. All fully endorsed and supported not only by herself and Koshiro but the entire Uachauguthlo, Da'knatt-Nacha, Vhlei-Nacha spirals.
Children run,
Just not as far as I, who have come,
to curse your steps away from home.