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The Fox and The Spider
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With grin now flattering her finer features; she would watch as the attack connected. Paralyzing both Noir and the worm which plagued her from within. Whether or not this was an apparition trying to assume control or an entity which her terrible experiences birthed remained unseen. However Zaida had no interest in analyzing such trivial details. For there were bigger fish to fry. And if need be after this endeavor she would take Noir under her wing as a pupil...teaching her how to control her demonic little parasite. Utilizing it as a weapon that she alone could control.
Many might wonder why such a frigid woman would take kindly to one weaker then herself? The answer would remain unanswered for now. However it was party due to the fact she saw much potential in this one. And that Noir reminded her of herself when she was first birthed into this plane of existence. Lost, burden, filled with blood lust and suffered from a blightful past. Most might find such a person to be without hope or even a needless anchor to carry around. However most folk are fools; and Zaida was not.
"Do not thank me. I did what I felt necessary nothing more..." She spoke as her eye lids shut. As usual she spoke with a sense of blunt honesty. Yet it wasn't void of affection. Oddly her tone carried a rather fair balance of all the above.
Slowly her eyes would open, those expressionless amethyst hues watching Noir closely. Heeding little credence or acknowledgement toward the manipulation of shadows. Even as the brute of an apparition of sorts manifested itself. Her eyes never drifted from Noir...her sweet young Noir. Whatever this being was reeked of vain arrogance. Conceived from a sense of self importance and pride. A coward which preyed on a young lady yet could not exist in the desired form without Noir. At least not for the moment anyways.
It spoke; It's voice fallen on deafen ears. Though most of what it said would be a blur. Only one phrase warranted registration. So this Cait Sith....this thing was more of a fool then she could of imagined. It spoke as if this was her "true" form. What a presumptuous asshole. In fact she took such a notion as insulting. This form was far blander then her true form. It served one purpose alone. A middle ground to gauge one's power as well as to slay those unworthy to see her full glory. In fact it has been sometime since she had to open up Pandora's box. Sadly this shadow didn't warrant such a gift. A tragedy...
"Who said this is my true form? Begone shadow; your blood is not worthy to stain my blade." Frigidly stated as her hand motioned for it move on.
"Nor are you worth the calories or energy to dispose of. Trust me if I wanted to strike you down then I would of by now. However that chore is not my own to claim. Rather Noir's..." Such strongly woven thoughts.
If it attempted to attack her she would regrettably dispose of it. However she wanted to refrain from doing so as long as possible. But before the shadow could retort with a witty response Zaida would melt from his line of sight. Like a ghost; she simply vanished with little trace. Reappearing behind Noir. Lifting her up as she cradled her in her arms. If she could see her lip's she'd see a delicate smile. As if she had no worries in the world.
"Still bound I see..." Sincerity and compassion lingered on each word as they both vanishes. appearing across the room. in Noirs mind she would feel her body being condensed as if squished for a fraction of a second. Only to find herself across the scene. Her thumb now caressing her soft cheek.
"Let me free you." With a snap of the fingers the chains which still weighed her down would dissipate. allowing free movement. "Shall we continue?" A simple statement which served as the ultimate insult and dismissal for this Cait Sith. yet if Noir desired Zaida would wait for her to finish off this cait sith here and now. Regardless of her decision the choice was her's alone to make.