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Offline Enkidu

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take my hand, tell me we're skybound — private, natsuki
« on: September 15, 2019, 01:52:11 AM »

A strange presence in the skies had the citizens of Uruk suffocating slowly, painfully, of unknown origin to the common man, and hung over the golden city. Almost as if the air weighed stones and sank heavy in their lungs—what it was though, they could not possibly decipher.

An otherworldly body was already present in the city, had been for a number of years now, but they were not the cause for this dead air that halted people in their step, the children sitting on their legs, short of breath. Enkidu raised their head from the perch they watched the city from, taking in the people's struggle where they kneeled on a tower's roof.

They weren't periodically any more than a bystander, eyes more than hands and feet to act with, but it was voluntary. Enkidu did not act as Gilgamesh had never bid them, and he had yet to commit blasphemy to suggest a difference in their stance. But this—it was a situation that surpassed their position, and—

Their power.

The awareness of their own lack of strength was a distant emotion until now, but it sprang fresh and bitter in their mouth, in their throat as they willingly breathed, filling their inhuman lungs with the laden air.

It was a good question to ask—what could possibly make the puppet of the divine feel weakness?

Only the divine themselves.

Their exhale felt just barely cleansing, dissipating through the barely-there haze around them up higher and becoming nothing. An apt metaphor if they allowed their mind to wander there.

Finally, Enkidu looked away from the city and towards the horizon. The city was dulled and felt dead to their senses, though they still lived. The approaching herd of bull-driven chariots appeared in the distance, cutting through the sky and heading straight to the temple itself.

They counted three—no, four chariots, with one more following behind the leading one. Only one person stood on it and it was hard to mistake it as anything but a goddess, even at this distance. Enkidu allowed their eyes to strain and fought the dread wanting to twist in their belly.

Wind picked up around them, beginning a steady haunt in their ears until it was howling, the bulls bellowing as they stampeded towards the temple and Enkidu at a wild speed. It took them a moment but then saw it, the face of the goddess coming to see Gilgamesh. By humanity's standards, she was truly stunning, even her hair possessing an inhuman grace as it whipped behind her.

Enkidu stood their ground, in a very human stubbornness they did not often show. The air pushed harder, as if trying to make them bend but they refused. Fingers dug into the limestone and knees pressed into the perch, but they did not budge an inch. If a bit of wind was the only thing a goddess would be willing to send to emphasize their grand arrival then they might have considered today a good day, not inclusive of the dreadful atmosphere.

They couldn't see the people any longer, too much dust and stray foliage whirling around the three chariots that were finally slowing and descending upon the ground behind the entrance to the temple, landing in the open space.

Enkidu kept watch from where they sat, fixed upon the beautiful face of a celestial body stepping down from her chariot, but they felt no admiration. It was as if he was watching a serpent—she possessed not only the grace and poise, but the malicious advance to go with it as well.

Their thoughts must not have been as transparent as they had hoped, and bright crimson eyes cut through the very temple and stopped on Enkidu.

They froze, stopped breathing though they never had any real use for it and kept their fingers tense inside the limestone. Cornered as they felt, they didn't avert their eyes, showing their observance freely now that they had been caught.

The look returned was cold, cruel and her smile cut through her face as though drawn out with a blade. The contempt came through just as clear, but less one would have for a rival and more one that she might permit to give an insect beneath her heel.

However, she looked away soon enough, most likely not finding Enkidu worth any further grace by her eyes, and began walking towards the temple doors. Only guards and servants greeted her, and the offense was deep enough that it stung at Enkidu even from their distance above.

Gilgamesh had not deigned to acknowledge her arrival.

Their reason was so sorely cautioning their own body not to follow over the roofs of the temple, knowing it to be risky should it turn into a mistake that could put their king in danger, but their feet moved, propelling them to jump over each step until they arrived at the terrace. Slipping through the arch they hopped onto a beam furthest in the throne room, furthest from where Gilgamesh sat.

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Offline Gilgamesh

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Re: take my hand, tell me we're skybound — private, natsuki
« Reply #1 on: September 15, 2019, 12:34:33 PM »

As expected, he noticed Enkidu but spared no more than a glance, making a dismissive motion with his hand to the servants that had brought him his food. "Take these as well," he added, uncaring.

Ishtar's steps were heavy, the power in her very existence permeating the air, filling the temple as she approached the throne room on her own feet. Whether it was for effect, to prolong her entrance, or make Gilgamesh wait for her was uncertain; as far as he were concerned it may have as well been all three, and though hypocritical it may be, there was no denying how it made his blood simmer.

Minutes dragged themselves onto each other, and just when Gilgamesh began to show outward signs of impatience, the doors swung open. Slowly, deliberately, Ishtar walked in, her inhuman servants following her step. Her air of importance rivaled that of himself, a comparison he did not like acknowledging in the slightest.

She stopped at the steps leading to the throne and her hand rose up, giving silent orders for her handlers to remain where they were, then she continued to walk up the stairs, not caring to even offer the grace of waiting for Gilgamesh to summon her in words.

"Why, I must confess I’m somewhat wounded, O' King of Heroes," she said, the smile of a snake having woven into her voice perfectly.

Gilgamesh sat forward, elbows resting on his knees as he regarded her over his nose, forcing in all the condescension he could spare the effort to muster as he raised his voice to address her proper. "And what would I have had offered to an uninvited guest, having come to me in all your haughtiness, Ishtar." He said it with every intention to offend, and his own servants at the fringes of the chamber collectively held their breath.

Surprisingly, she didn't seem to acknowledge him, but her annoyance with his disrespect was clear when her next comment was, "A god hardly needs an invite to step onto the earth that is theirs."

He did not dignify that with a response, but leaned back into his throne once more, waiting for her approach. Gilgamesh's expression had become unreadable, but his gaze had finally begun to freeze over, a chilled red of murderous rage.

"What have you come to my garden for, woman?"

Ishtar's hand rose to touch — presumably — her own lips, or her own chin. Some arrogantly seductive gesture. He himself did it well enough when he was in the mood to; guessing on his part was all too easy.

"I've come for you, dearest King," she said, "You will wed me. Rejoice."

There ought to have been better ways of letting her down easy, and none included a loud snort from his nose and the laugh that followed:

"What a surprise, Ishtar. I knew you not for a jester." (Not that either.)

There was a crack in the throne room. Unmistakably Enkidu — likely tensing, ready to spring down at a moment's notice. Gilgamesh had not moved, save for the slight tilt of his head to the side but Ishtar's hand was outstretched and her silence settled, heavy and dangerous.

"You rest one foot on this floor, whore-shifter, and I will make sure no amount of favour from this king will serve to allow you any mercy for meddling in our affairs," Ishtar snarled, turning her body halfway to point at them with every intention to fulfill her threat. In this instance, no longer was she beautiful. Instead, her face had twisted with the outstanding volume of her offense — ugly, serpentine. Enraged.

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Offline Enkidu

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Re: take my hand, tell me we're skybound — private, natsuki
« Reply #2 on: September 23, 2019, 08:13:12 AM »

Well, that made it simpler.

Enkidu leaned back, building momentum before they sprung, the topside of the beam where they had been perched upon left crumbling. The recoil was strong enough to propel their body through the air in a graceful arc, but this body they had was strong enough to twist under the force of their pounce and they landed—

On top of the throne, fingertips curled above his head and denting the golden backrest. Their toes pressed against the top rail, the sharp edge helping them keep balance. They had flipped upside down and remained poised to use the throne itself a jumping point, but held back by a remaining fraction of restraint. Little was left of it.

What boiled in Enkidu's chest was hatred, and recognizing it went against every principle they had adopted when they had accepted humanity.

A wild beast was above the king of Uruk, too-ready to spring into its own death whilst staring it straight in the eye without fear, and Ishtar responded with her own fury.

"You— How dare you?!" she screeched, face aflame at her serving beasts hurrying to her side seconds, seconds later than this worthless shape-stealing clod of mud. "You would dare to— Why you wretch!"

"I did not rest even a toe upon the ground, goddess."

She rather resembled a serpent now as well—with the way she was spitting. "Don't get smart with me—!"

"You have made to harm my king, and I shall not sit idly by to watch you continue." Their voice was still so serene, so very controlled and tempered.

Indeed, she was being made a fool of, here.

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