The Ladies of The Cauldron

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stood on one of the many in-wall balconies on the edge of The Cauldron, the massive gladiatorial arenas that almost entirely ran Rattatak now a days. A small almost delicate paper fan was within her palm, and its paper form moved back and forth across her face to cool her of the hot almost stifling air. Next to her stood someone she now considered as close as a sister, the Only person whom she had ever allowed into her mind, and the only person who she would ever trust, Evelynn.

The two of them stood calmly watching the fights in the pit below. Aliens and humans were slaying each other, blades and massive whip like chains were being thrown about as though it were nothing.

Nemene let the fan roll across her face, concealing her orange eyes for only a split second. When they revealed themselves again the Sith Lady was able to see a massively large Ithorian swing an axe on the end of a chain. The Axe's blade slashed across the throat of a Gamorrean, severing an artery and causing blood to squirt several feet across the arena. The Crowd gasped slightly, and then roared in pleasure.

Nemene could only frown in disgust as the sight, though not because of the violence, but because of the mess the blood had made.

“When the last one stands alive, then he'll be here.” The Sith lady spoke to her companion in a soft tone, referring to the current purveyor of the Cauldron. The man ran the gladiatorial pit, and in extension he ran Rattatak.

Evelynn and Nemene had been planning on having a conversation with the man for quite some time, though like all businessmen he had been rather shifty and so far had refused to meet them. The two Sith Ladies however refused to take no for an answer, and today they would be meeting the man, whether he wanted to see them...or not.

Lightly Nemene fanned herself as another alien fell dead to the floor, she purred slightly at the skill displayed, clearly pleased.
@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Evelynn]

With her arms folded across her chest Evelynn was almost the spitting image of her deceased mother. A reserved stare cast straight out from wicked pointed features. One upon a time the girl had managed to make her angular face appear delicate and gentle, but those were days long lost, a girl vanished behind a veil of horror.

A spark of mirth formed in her once-brown eyes.

This brutality appealed to her, excited her and dare I say it, even pleasured her. The twisted silent girl who climbed out of the other side of atrocity had found new more macabre delights in this galaxy. Knowledge still had the same appeal, it still had worth and value to her but these brutal pursuits made her very core shiver.

A bead of sweat trickled down her ashen features, in one sharp movement Evelynn unfolded her arms and flourished a small wrist, opening her own fan with a small schwip.

Not being the type (or even able) to talk, she offered her companion a slight nod. Even that was unnecessary, so far the Apprentice had found that through the bond that they shared Nemene could read her slightest facial moment or even a gleam in her eyes.

Her mouth parted slightly in a smile as she witnessed the blood pool around another victim of The Cauldron.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene continued to fan herself as the participants of the fight dwindled. Alien killed Alien, Human killed human, and Alien inevitably killed human. Humans generally did not last long within the Cauldron, they were either physically too weak or they didn't have enough eyes to watch out for themselves. Such was the way of things, of course Nemene had lasted for nine rounds until eventually giving up when she had fought, but of course she had had the force.

The Sith Lady let out a slight giggle, something that with her could have been mistaken for a cackle as a human male attempted to claw his way out of the deep gladiatorial pit. What a pathetic sight that was.

Of course half of all participants in the Cauldron were slaves and prisoners, people who did not want to fight and by all rights could not. They were insects tossed in with titans just for the fun of watching them being squashed, something that Nemene did not mind admitting she enjoyed. The screaming man inevitably met an end as a massive Gamorrean slammed into him from behind, blood smearing on the wall.

Nemene looked over to Evelynn, a smile twinging her normally stone covered face.

The participants dwindled, until only two remained. The Gamorrean from earlier, and an Ithorian. They circled around each other, one swinging an axe on a chain and the other holding a sword. Nemene watched them out of the corner of her eye and then turned to her companion. This was their chance.

“Shall we?” She inquired as her fan flicked across her face.

 

[Evelynn]

Another curt nod.

They had observed enough of this grand sport, now it was time to really delve their fingers into the deep. A few strokes of the fan sent waves of glorious cooling air over her face. A moment's relief. Perhaps if she had somebody to fan her, in truth the girl should have brought some of her own personal Grotthu along for this venture, but alas, they were far from Rattatak. She would simply have to find some new slaves, or rather make them...

That wicked thought branched off as she snapped the fan shut and tilted her head upwards. Proper ladies held their heads high after all.

She trailed her right hand along the wall as they made their way down the stairs from their viewing box to the arena. Slow and delicate steps, in charge, in control. If there was any shred of fear or apprehension from either of them then it was well hidden. Control is key.

The crowd went berserk as the two ladies stepped out into the pit. The crowd that frequented the Cauldron weren't exactly a difficult bunch to manipulate, it seemed as if any act could bring them to the boil, forever on the edge of frenzy.

Evelynn stopped, a bony finger was wielded as she pointed at the Gamorrean, then the Ithorian, and the Gamorrean again. She was mouthing something. What was it? It almost looked like...

Eenie...meenie...minie...

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stood alongside the woman she considered a Sister for the longest time. The fan moved across her face neatly, almost ornately. Down here in the Pit of the Cauldron the air was even worse. Heat and stifling musk mixed in with the scent of blood and body odor. Her nose wrinkled and the disgusting perfume, it was all she could do not to hurl. She let Evelynn have her fun for a time, trying to decide between the two aliens.

Eventually the Sith Lady shot her sister a glance, one of slight amusement, but annoyance.

“Come now Eve. If you can't make a decision I'll have to make it for you.” Before the other woman could answer...or rather look at Nemene in response the Sith Lady shot off like a dart. She moved fast, almost too fast for the naked eye to follow.

She shot across The Cauldron in an instant, reaching the Ithorian with no weapon except for her fan. The Small paper instrument was folded a tiny spike appearing on the very edge of it. Nemene drove this spike into the Ithorians throat, piercing the creatures powerful skin and hooking nerve endings and vocal cords on the end of the tiny spike. With the softest of tugs Nemene tore these fleshy wires from the creatures neck.

The Ithorian tried to scream, though without vocal cords this proved to be difficult. Instead it fell to the floor emitting a sort of howling gurgle. Before it could react further however Nemene brought a sharp heel through the creatures eye socket, killing it instantly.

“Ladies. Gentlemen. Attendants of the Cauldron!” Nemene called out as Evelynn killed the Gamorrean in an equally brutal fashion, her voice booming through the pit with the help of the force. “Tonight for your entertainment we challenge no one fighter. No one round of slaves. Not even one round of Rancors. No. Tonight for your entertainment we challenge them all!”

The crowd roared in joy as Nemene spoke, and she smirked slightly.

Her face turned not towards the crowd however, but to one single balcony that stood above the rest. One adorned with a throne and a batch of servant. “And at the end of it. We will challenge him.”

Nemene pointed a single elegant finger towards the man sitting upon the throne. The once Chamption of The Cauldron and now owner of the fighting pit and the world of Rattatak. The two Sith Sisters had called a challenge, and now he could not refuse.
@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Evelynn]

Evelynn noted her sister's form of attack, the tearing of the vocal chords and gave a ghoulish grin. Silence is golden. Well, near silence. His gurgles brought pleasure, brought memories of when her own chords were removed, of course she had been given a proper surgery, well one without pain relief but it was nowhere as brutal as Nemene's method.

Where one had shot forward, the other remained still.

The gamorrean lumbered towards her, sword raised with both meaty hands behind his head. No doubt the strike would have cleaved the girl in two had it been successful, but, well, wouldn't that have been an anti-climatic demise?

She held out a dainty hand. The massive pig's advance halted. Twisting and twirling digits began the stimulation of nerve endings. Without laying a finger, without leaving a mark the creature would begin to feel the burn. What had started out as a wave of pins and needles grew into an agonising inferno, there was no escape and no relenting.

A look was burned straight into the unfortunate mind. A wildfire of pleasure burned behind those eyes and they screamed: Squeal. Squeal for me, pig. Yes, she could not speak but still that did not mean that she could not communicate.

Eventually the suffering was too much and the gamorrean gathered his last reserves of strength and promptly attempted to disembowel himself while on his knees.

It was, so very messy.

All the while Nemene was whipping up the crowd and issuing their challenge, Evelynn closed her eyes and relished the moment.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene let the warm roar of the crowd wash over her. Their cheering adoration, their love, it brought her pure ecstasy. Nemene although a mostly cold and heartless creature loved one thing above all, herself. When she received admiration from the crowd it was as though her ego confirmed everything that it had ever told her. She was beautiful, she was strong, she was powerful. She was to be loved and admired, a Queen who stood above all else.

The Sith Woman shivered slightly as they began to shout her name, they knew here well within this arena. It was here that she had fought Jared Omvar, one of the Lords of the Fringe, it was here that she had garnered a certain fame. It was this fame that allowed their challenge to hold weight, it was this fame that she and Evelynn would use to gain Rattatak.

She smiled slightly, the slightest twinge of pleasure being allowed to show on her face as the crowd began to cheer for not only her, but Evelynn as well.

Slowly Nemene walked up to her sister, the small spike on the back of her fan dripping blood onto the sand. She seemed to shiver slightly still, clearly enjoying the love of the crowd. Slowly she unfolded the fan and let it drift across her face, the slight smell of Ithorian blood wafting towards her sister as she did so. She smiled at the woman, the only direct smile she had ever given one.

“VERY WELL! I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE!”

A voice boomed, though Nemene did not even blink. She simply looked to her sister and smiled, not paying any attention to the bigoted man on the balcony.

“BUT FIRST! YOU FIGHT MY BEST!”

Doors began to open, and Nemene turned to regard them with peripheral sight. Men dressed in high tech armor walked from beyond the gates. Not slaves, trained professional gladiators. Not massive aliens, but lithe and fit men trained to kill. Their eyes were covered by masks or helmets, their hands contained blasters and vibroblades, one even carried a lightsaber.

Nemene raised an eyebrow, though she did not stop fanning herself. “Are you ready sister?”

Her words were only barely audible over the roar of the crowd cheering for The Queen and Her Silent Sister.

 

[Evelynn]

The more subdued sister stood still, absorbing the cheers from the crowd as they even began to chant for her as well as Nemene. This wasn't so much her cup of tea, she would rather indulge in the fortune rather than the fame, but in time she was sure that this would change, after all, Evelynn was a girl far too easily influenced.

She returned the smile with one of her own, small and coy in kind as she too whipped out her fan once more and began to send waves of cool air to battle the stifling heat, not to mention the stench.

A curt nod was given as the team of gladiators emerged.

Taking out squads of well-trained men was hardly her strong point. In all honesty Evelynn was a bit delicate, let's just call her Lady Vase from now on. No wait. Please. Don't.

There was no time to play eenie meenie minie mo. The first man she laid eyes upon would ascend, from warrior to personal meat shield. How could people live without telekinesis? I suppose it was what separated the people from the cattle. Blaster fire erupted, and Evelynn thankfully equipped with her new levitating friend was left unscathed, not even having to equip her lightsaber just yet.

One hand was focused on the shield, the other continued to fan.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

As soon as she Saw Evelynns nod Nemene snapped her fan shut. The Soldiers would very soon begin to fire on them, and there was no longer any time for being...comfortable, as much as she hated to admit such a thing. With the swiftest of motions Nemene slapped the fan into a small pocket on her thigh, a well fitting leather strap really, nothing more.

Then she set herself to work.

Like a flash of lightning Nemene moved, pulling the lightsaber hilt from her thigh and rushing towards the soldiers. Almost immediately blaster bolts began to fly towards her, though they were quickly met with an orange blade. Red and orange clashed, and the sound of battle erupted in The Cauldron. Quickly the Queen of Byss was upon the soldiers, rushing into their throng without a moments hesitation.

She tore into them, he blade meeting metal, armor, and then skin. She did not move to kill, but instead dismember. She sought to cause pain, to inflict hurt and agony. Every time one of the men screamed she seemed to shake with a twinge of pleasure.

A smile grew on her face as she sliced through a mans knee, the burning smell of flesh crinkling her nose.
@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Evelynn]

Gosh.

An eyebrow of annoyance flickered upon the girl's face as Nemene charged into the fray as if this were her element, not that it wasn't her element, it was very likely that gladiatorial combat was definitely one of Nemene's element but...the point was that she was making Evelynn look bad.

Not that it was too much of a problem, out of the two of them she was definitely the more humble. I suppose if Eve had burst into incredible acrobatics and had slain five men with her smallest toe then Nemene was likely to get a bit catty. This was the way it was supposed to be.

With an irritated sigh the girl closed her own fan and threw her thoroughly dead shield at a group of the men. A few of them managed to dive out of the way. No strike today, only spares. Oh well, that meant the joy of the clean up could come.

The deep orange blade sprang to life, awkward considering who the former owner of said lightsaber was. She held the blade in a rather unorthodox one-handed grip, as if it was the handle of an umbrella rather than a deadly weapon. She walked towards them, slow and deliberate. When the blaster fire resumed, she parried the bolts as if it were a simple game of badminton.

One of the men levelled up right on the spot and decided that rushing the frail-looking girl would be a better course of action. He equipped his vibroblade and charged, the blade coming down from high looking to bisect. Surely the gladiator had expected a parry, and for a sword fight to ensue. However he was so delightfully unaware of how little importance he held. She lunged instead, driving the lightsaber through his chest before he could even bring his weapon down.

She pulled herself closer to the victim. His body protecting her should his comrades have decided to shoot. The girl planted a light kiss onto the helmet before pulling backwards and ripping her sabre upwards, effectively splitting his upper body in two.

Of course, by this time Nemene had probably racked a kill streak of about five hundred while Evelynn sat at three.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

While she had not reached five hundred, nor even a hundred Nemene had been steadily working away at her batch of soldiers. To her it was a game, and nothing more. None of these men were a match for her, none of them knew how strong she was or how powerful. To her they were play things, and she showed this by taking them apart as easily as a regular girl would a doll. She sliced limbs from torso's, heads from necks, and severed hands from arms.

Their screams were a joyous sensation to hear ears, and every time another man began to wail and cry in pain she seemed to shiver with pleasure.

A man ran at her with a vibro-blade, and she smiled, a feint smile but a smile nonetheless. As though she were made of water Nemene moved to the side, letting the vibro-blade soar by her with only an inch of space. Then she reached up and stabbed her lightsaber through the mans gullet, piercing his organs. He let out a guttural cry, a plea for mercy. Nemene's smile touched her eyes and she let out what could only be described as a purr.

Then another man came at her. Quickly with the force flowing through her she moved the almost dead man she was holding in his way. Metal pierced flesh and a moan of pain and torment came from the now dead man as he passed away.

His friend opened his eyes wide in shock at what he had done, though he had no real time to process the information. Before he could do anything else Nemene flicked her wrist. The force wove around the mans skull, taking it in hand and wrenching it nearly one hundred and eighty degrees, killing him instantly. Both men fell to the floor, and The Queen of Byss laughed as she dashed towards the last two gladiators near her.
@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Evelynn]

The symphony of screams coming from Nemene's end of the arena were almost making the girl feel inadequate. She huffed through her nose, as if the very thought of exerting this much effort upset her. Oh dear, idleness was not a good trait to be attaching to oneself, my dear.

Such brutality displayed by this fragile looking girl caused a sense of disbelief to wash over the men. Idiots, they should have resumed fire.

The girl pivoted, leading into what could only be described as a pirouette. Of course this was all for show, but when in the Cauldron I suppose that the needs of the crowd must be met. Upon coming out of the turn the girl threw her lightsaber. Manipulating it through telekinesis so that it boomeranged around.

If she were at the carnival the crooked tricksters would have been pulling their hair out. That giant stuffed bantha would have been hers as not one, not two but three coconuts were lopped off. The decapitated men all fell to their knees in tandem as if they were praying to their new god of death.

She caught the saber with a porcelain smile as it returned to her hand, deactivating the deep orange blade as she did so.

A spark of danger surged through the force. She had forgotten one. Blaster fire rang out, as Evelynn turned wide-eyed to face her aggressor. The girl raised a hand, using it to catch the bolt and saving the rest of her body in the process. She gasped, the smell of her own superheated flesh wafting up through her nostrils.

The gladiator tore his helmet off and threw it to the ground. Battle is where camaraderie is built, and these two monstrous women had just torn it all apart.

“YOU LITTLE SCHUTTA!”

With his blaster raised he looked poised to fire again, but he didn't. He couldn't. The uncanny stare of Evelynn pierced his very being. She fed on her wound, on his tragedy, the stench of death around them fuelled her. He dropped the blaster. Reaching to his belt he took up a grenade. The fear gripping his gaze told the story, these were not his movements, they were hers.

With the grenade armed she commanded him to hold the device next to his crotch.

Huh, it was a plasma grenade. Such expensive tastes.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Her Sith sword sliced across the throat of the final man, blood splattering onto the floor and staining the ground with red. The blade almost immediately found its scabbard and made a slight shink noise as it slid back into place. As she returned the Sith Sword back into its scabbard a roar came over the crowd. A chant was picked up and quickly spread throughout the stands as an infectious disease.

They cheered for both of the sisters, the Queen and the Silent one. They seemed to rave and roar for hours.

Nemene basked in the calls for a time, closing her eyes and letting the feeling flood over her in waves of narcissistic pleasure. After a solid minute of reveling she walked back towards her sister, her knee's weak and her eyes opened wide in joy, a ferocious smile on her face.

There was almost a skip in her step...almost.

“You've made a mess.” Nemene said to the other woman as she found blood and body parts sprayed around the area surrounding Evelynn, clearly the silent sister had exacted her fun on these men. Before the other woman could answer however another roar shook the crowd. At the far end of the room several gates had opened, this time instead of men or aliens, it was creatures. A dozen or so Nexu snaked their way into the sandy arena, moving like running water.

Nemene turned to regard the beasts with a cool sort of disdain, then she looked to Evelynn as if expecting something.

 

[Evelynn]

As her sister gave her remark Evelynn gave her a mockingly tragic pout, displaying her now completely mangled and still smouldering hand, a very serious burn crept up her thin wrist, marking sickly skin. That would need healing later. The girl's brows furrowed at the thought. The line of pain and pleasure were already far too blurred within her fractured mind, the last thing she needed was Nemene's own brand of corruption to soil that line even further.

Evelynn wasn't that mad, not just yet.

Speaking of mad...

As the Nexu were unleashed the woman's granite eyes immediately swept up to the man on the balcony. There was a silent fury there. Evelynn as a woman understood nature, she ate meat and had absolutely no qualms with how ecosystems functioned. Cure furry things get eaten by large scaly things. C'est la vie.

However when creatures were oh so recklessly forced into the games and affairs of sentient beings, that was where she drew her line.

She felt them. The primal rage that surged within these creatures as they spent their lives in cages getting prodded and poked, prodded and poke until their day was to come to kill or be killed. They couldn't comprehend glory. They just wanted to be free.

Through her innate talents, from her knowledge garnered through study Evelynn could tell that even in such horrid conditions these Nexu had formed a pride. She walked slowly, deliberately and most importantly without fear. The leader of the pride leapt towards her, tail lashing out with viscous strokes, strong enough to break the girl.

If she did not possess the force bond with her sister then this could have gone a very different way.

It strengthened her resolve, bolstered her and gave the mute the edge she needed to soothe the beast. So when they met, when she stood in front of that vicious mouthful of teeth spewing hot ragged breaths the nexu bowed its head, giving her the chance to nuzzle the snout, like she used to do with Chomp.

Once the leader was under her thrall, the pride followed easily.

Then came the fury. The silent command as Evelynn raised both arms and gestured to the crowd around them. They, of course cheered in response, thinking that her gesture said ta da! Not realising that it in fact said SLAUGHTER.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene watched her sister work with cold curious eyes, she loved seeing Evelynn do this. Beast Mastery was a skill that was completely and entirely beyond her, not just because of the skill and training involved, but because of the sheer amount of strength in the force required to use it. Nemene compared to Evelynn was a weakling in the force. She had to use it subtly and with great care, Evelynn in comparison could destroy entire mountains on a whim.

Knowing this Nemene felt a slight twinge of jealousy, though she would never say that out loud.

Suddenly the Nexu ran away, scattering into all corners of the Gladiator ring. They ran and jumped, and the crowd cheered and roared at the grand display, though yells of excitement quickly turned to fear as they realized what was happening. The Nexu dashed and jumped onto the walls of the Colosseum, grappling into soft limestone and dragging themselves up into the crowds above.

The Felines began their attack, they scratched, clawed, and bit their way through the crowds. They tore into civilians as readily as they would have into any other prey. Screams of terror filled The Cauldron and Nemene couldn't help but chuckle slightly as blood began to form thick pools.

She turned to her sister, all hints of amusement gone from her face. She waggled a finger at the woman. “Now now dear sister, these people are our subjects. We can't go around killing them can we?”

Her voice sounded more amused than chiding, she gained too much pleasure from seeing the torn flesh to be truly angry.

 

[Evelynn]

Evelynn merely stood there simpering, bearing witness as her children spread out amongst the hapless population, ripping and tearing their way through the crowds. The public in their panic began to flee, causing yet more destruction to reign as waves upon waves of bodies were crushed against each other, a suffocating end like livestock crammed into an overflowing warehouse. Trampling across each other in a blind animalistic panic.

Good. She thought it justice for the truly innocent blood spilled upon the arena grounds. A militant vegan's wet dream.

Her lip formed a cold line as her sister scolded her, albeit with pleasure still lining her voice. Had Evelynn had it her own way she would have allowed her creatures to rampage until there were no perverse spectators left standing. With a slight pout she lowered her arms and commanding the Nexu to withdraw from the assault. To which they obeyed promptly, returning to the pit now free creatures.

Then our subjects should learn to respect nature.

It wasn't often that Evelynn utilised her telepathy, becoming much more silent due to the adverse effects of her sister's own brand of healing. This had its own benefits. Those rare moments in which she would decide to telepathically interject upon conversations became extremely chilling, given that most people weren't aware that she could speak at all.

The girl looked up to the grand balcony, he who ruled over the Cauldron had disappeared. He was coming. Their time was now.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene sniffed loudly as Evelynn replied to her, though through the bond her sister would quite easily be able to tell that she wasn't really upset in the slightest. Truthfully she had enjoyed the show of slaughter, and now that the Nexu were winding down and chewing on their meals the more regal of the two Sisters looked to the balcony as well.

She smiled slightly when she saw it bare, a slight tingle running down her spine.

A minute latter she heard a clatter come from the far side of the pit, the sound of armor and weapons clanging against one another as a heavyset gladiator champion moved into the center of the Cauldron. A smile came upon Nemenes face, and her grip on the lightsaber in her right hand tightened. Oh this would be sweet.

Only the VIP's in The Cauldron remained now, those who were on separate balconies in the crowd, perhaps a thousand or so people at most, but they were enough. She smiled slightly as the Champion began to yell across the pit, screaming at the top of his lungs and trying to intimidate the two women.

“YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'VE CHALLENGED YOU DUMB SCHUTTA'S! I'LL TEAR OFF YOU SKIN'S AND FEED THEM TO MY RA-”

His words were suddenly cut off as a lightsaber pierced his through his gut and upward through his shoulder blade in the most anti-climactic fashion imaginable.

 

[Evelynn]

Not just one lightsaber, but two.

Joining her sister's blade within the man's gut, Evelynn's own deep orange edge wrenched through him, exiting swiftly out of the opposite shoulder blade.

What an anti-climatic end. He was a Champion unworthy even of a place in the pages of history. The pallid girl scowled. That was retribution, for all of the Cauldron's creatures. Naturally if she had it her own way Evelynn would have prolonged his death, by days, perhaps weeks. Perhaps the release of death would have never come for the former Champion, a public cage would have been apt for him, where he could have been poked, prodded and abused in the name of sport until he too was just another animal.

A pity.

She disengaged her blade, hooking it back onto her belt and promptly replacing it with her fan. The girl needed to cool down, both physically and mentally. Controlling a pack of nexu was still quite a feat for where she was in training, this was evident by a slight elevation in the pace of her breathing, a bead of sweat travelling down her temple.

The fan resumed its work as Evelynn looked towards her sister, who was probably gearing herself up to make a new speech.

@[member="Darth Ilyena"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene returned her blade to her hip as well, placing the lightsaber back in its place and letting the fat champion fall to the ground. What was left of the crowd remained absolutely and entirely still, they said nothing and simply stared at the two women. Evelynn had her fan back in her hand, and Nemene smiled slightly at her. Some of the Nexu could still be heard in the crowd, biting, chewing, tearing into flesh, every now and then a scream or a groan became audible as the felines finished off another victim.

She turned slowly, gauging the rest of the crowd and the VIP's in the balconies.

“By right of blood and battle we claim Rattatak as our own.” It was not screamed, it was not yelled, it was simply stated as fact. Nemene and Evelynn had staked their claim, and from the looks of the people in the balconies it had already been accepted. One by one they nodded and bowed, one by one they submitted.

A wave of pleasure rolled over her, mixed with mirth and amusement. It had been so easy.

Suddenly what was left of the crowd burst into loud cheers, roaring and raving about their new Queens. Flowers fell from high up, sunlight burst through the cloudy sky into the arena, and The Cauldron seemed to shake with excitement. The Rattataki were born for battle, born for blood, and with their new Queens both would be provided in droves. They knew this, and so they cheered, cheered for their futures.

Nemene smiled simply, no glorious speech this time.

“They already love us.” us, that simply word showed how much she loved her Sister, even if she was a bit foolish at times. They held a strange relationship like that. Quickly Nemene motioned to Evelynn, commanding, not asking her to follow. It took them only a short while to leave the crowded and cheering arena, the sounds of the roaring crowd quickly disappearing as they moved into The Cauldrons outskirts.

Within an hour they found themselves in the former residence of the Champion of the Cauldron, a small mansion located near the fighting pits filled with gaudy displays of gold and awful looking statues of past champions. Nemene seemed to frown at everything as she found herself seated in a gilded throne like chair with a high back.

She looked down to her sister from the chair, her fan slightly beating wind towards her. She smiled, the first smile seen since they had entered this awful home.

“I have a gift for you sister. Something to mark this occasion.” She motioned to someone in the corner of the room, a pretty little woman dressed in...well almost nothing at all, a slave of the former champion. The woman ducked out of the room and returned a minute later, a small red and gold egg nestled softly on a warm pillow. “A creature of some sort, a bird. Apparently they're quite valued here on Rattatak.”

She smiled, a soft smile, every pet deserved gifts.
@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

“They already love us.”

Evelynn considered this for a moment. How quickly the masses of the Cauldron could just turn like that. Sure, they were the flavour of the moment right now, but when would the next upstarts come? Who would they cheer for then? Oh well, as long as the sisters provided bloody entertainment then the rabble would have no reason to rebel.

After all, the name of Rattatak's game was violence, and that was something these girls could give in overwhelming qualities.

Still, it never hurt to have thoughts of caution.

---

A little while later and the mute girl stood admiring her sister as she sat high and mighty on the throne above her, it was rather obvious to see which of the sisters pulled off the regal look the best. Nemene took grand magnificence by the haunches and made it hers, while on the other hand Evelynn sported the sombre and reserved look.

It suits you well, Sister. A small smile emerged, genuine and loving.

Oh, we were doing presents? I got you nothing, and now I feel bad. The Silent Sister was taken aback as she received the all-in-all rather thoughtful gift. This was a moment to savour, given that Nemene was not the type of person to give our presents, well, that was unless they benefited her in some way.

Evelynn took a moment, just standing and beholding the marvellous colours of the egg itself. Naturally before they came to Rattatak the girl had done her homework on the various fauna of the planet, this egg could only be that of the noble valrain, an absolutely stunning bird. Taking the pillow and egg from the slave, Evelynn gave her sister a broad smile. This was evidently a gift that hit all of the right spots.

Consider the occasion marked, Sister.