Ítäki: She snarls, and her form grows explosively, tearing through a dozen nearby moons and a couple planets, and stops growing once she hits Ancient sizes. NO COWARD AM I, EKVINATHESK-DAL. THE REALITY OF MY FORM IS LARGE ENOUGH TO BREAK OR MAKE REALMS. YOUR FAMILY YET LIVES ON IN ME. YOU KNOW THE TRUTH OF IT. ACCEPT IT OR DON'T, IT IS TRUTH.
(-Dal is basically an insult. It means "-Lesser".)
(Thumbs-up)
Ekvinathesk: Seems a bit stunned by her growth, but snarls when she speaks. However, it quickly turns to confusion. He decides to ignore her insult momentarily. What do you speak of, Size-Shifter? His tone remains disdainful, but he seems genuinely bewildered.
Ítäki: Notices Ekvinathesk's confusion and remaining disdain, but her anger does not abate, although she does stop shouting. You know well what I speak of, Brother.
Ekvinathesk: Still confused. If you speak metaphorically, then know that I do not understand your meaning. If we are true siblings, then I do not remember you, and I am the elder of all my siblings.
Ítäki: Realizes that Ekvinathesk is not joking. Our parents never told you of me? Wait, of course they didn't… after all, I did nearly break a realm when I was born. I am truly your elder, Ekvinathesk. I am Ítäkinæventhisk.
Ekvinathesk: Completely bewildered. He then snorts, eyes growing distant. Why does any of this matter? I have long been in exile. What use does our meeting serve? Another claw of torment and shame to follow me? Huffs disdainfully, then starts to turn away.
Ítäki: Growls. Stop that.
Ekvinathesk: Huffs again. I have seen most of what this multiverse can offer. There is little here that interests me.
Ítäki: Sighing, she winds her way through the air to be in Ekvinathesk's path. And you have seen little of what all of the multiverses have to offer.
Ekvinathesk: Growls at her actions. Well, other multiverses cannot be accessed by the living except under extremely unusual circumstances. So, of course, I would not know of all multiverses.
Ítäki: Growls right back at him. Don't be too sure about that.
Ekvinathesk: Snorts at her. I have tried, Half-Life! I am still fully living compared to you. The entrances you know do not exist for me.
Ítäki: Snarls, loudly. No longer a Half-Life. I, unlike you, have the natural ability to slip through dimensions and multiverses.
Ekvinathesk: Snarls back just as loud. Well, lucky you. Go flaunt yourself elsewhere then, because I don’t care! Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to resume my roaming.
Ítäki: The world bends and shifts, and suddenly they are facing two more of themselves. I can show you yourself, our father and mother, and siblings. If I go, you lose that. Rethink your past words, and consider what you say in the future very carefully.
Ekvinathesk: Growls, glaring. There is pain visible behind that glare. They are dead. What be the use of visiting them in other realities? This one is the one I know, and they are dead! A burst of light obscures himself, then he’s gone, having teleported past her. He flaps his wings and speeds away, having no desire to speak with her anymore.
Ítäki: Howls when Ekvinathesk blinks away. She tries to follow, but he all but vanished. Shaken at the entire interaction, she leaves in the opposite direction Ekvinathesk had gone.
Everyone else: What the hell?
Ghar’Teus: Is mumbling. Pain. There was greif in that glare. He still greives.
Lucitius: Looks at Ghar’Teus in confusion, unsure how he could have deciphered that from Ekvinathesk’s glare.
Everyone else: Stunned and speechless by the whole interaction.
Lanika: Nods Indeed, there was… She listens to Ítäki's howl. And the other, she is more hurt than she's letting on.
Everyone else: Flinches when Ítäki howls.
(I know you've probably seen already, but after today I'll probably have another leave of absence.)
Ghar’Teus: Doesn’t flinch at the howl, though a flash of sadness crosses his face.
Lucitius: Sighs. Indeed.
Everyone else: Either flinches or listens to the howl. Then listens to the others.
(Alright. Thanks for the heads-up)
Lanika: Sighs once more. I wish there was something we could do.
Ashene: Walks over, resting beside Ghar'teus silently.
Everyone else: Watches, unsure what to do.
Lucitius: Aye, yet Elders are of a scale we cannot comprehend.
Ghar’Teus: Smiles a bit at Ashene, leaning against her. As he breathes, dark smoke comes out of his nostrils. He then coughs, a fireball erupting from him. He snorts and shakes his head, patting out a small fire on his robe. I hate it when that happens. It always catches me off guard.
Lucitius: Snickers in amusement.
Everyone else: Watching, also unsure what to do.
Lanika: Grins at the unintentional pun. Indeed they are.
Ashene: Laughs You do that often?