RP:Mother Corrupt

‘’’Summary’’’: Larewen promises Pyoshia's tree no harm and takes the wraith under her care in search of sustenance.

The Dark Forest

Pyoshia rested within the branches of her tree, eyes shut as she allowed the Ya-Te-Veo to hold security within the deadened area around it. She wasn’t fearful of near anything, she didn’t even know what she wanted lately. She had met someone new, that was interesting, even guided her back to this tree to allow her some kind of comfort.. But, she hadn’t really ever thought of anything for herself.. The poor dryad was lost, always guided before, now, left to her own devices she had no idea what to do, where to go, where she should be, nothing.

Larewen was gone, when the dryad awoke. She'd gone to fetch a drink and lost track of the time as she spoke with an old friend. A ghost of her past, if nothing else. When she returned, it was with a perplexed expression. Tenebrae had touched on something unexpected, regarding that dark pool that rested within the Cabal headquarters. It wasn't until she reached Ya-Te-Veo and the wraith that she'd pull herself free of her musings to lift dark eyes upward toward the girl. "I realized, I do not know your name dear little one."

Pyoshia grinned as she heard the other's voice, having tuned the tree away from Larewen as she approached, the corrupted essence of vampire polluting her area.. Angering the tree yet being controlled to some extent by the dryad. “Pyoshia.” She didn’t need to know the other’s name, hence why she didn’t ask. Long spider like legs loosed from her back, vines sprouting forth as these legs, as they lowered her down the tree, bringing her down before the other, till they lowered her to stand upon her own small feet. “You might want to stay away from the tree.” She poked it, a mouth like opening to appear within its large center, “It gets hungry when I am not capable of controlling it.”

Larewen quirked a brow upward, intrigued by the other's descent. She stopped her approach though, and instead kneeled where she stood. "Then I will call you Pyo," she said quietly. Her arms were held open then, expectantly. To the tree, she'd glance once more. "What does the tree like to eat?"

Pyoshia shook her head at the taller one, “Little one is fine, I prefer people not calling me by my name.” She looked up at the tree and then back towards Larewen. “Anything living. Dead things don’t appeal to it or me. Unless of course, I’m attempting to disturb others..” She would have grinned, a sense of pride in her ability to disturb others, but it didn’t feel right. “What do you need to survive, Mother Corrupt?”

Larewen hmmed softly, her attention slowly returning to Pyoshia. "Then I will call you my Pyo, when it is just you and me. In the presence of others, you're my dark little one," she said quietly. She still kneeled there, though her arms lowered a fraction. If the wraith did not wish to draw so close, then the Lady would not force her to. "I need blood and magic," she answered.

Pyoshia nodded and finally realized the other wanted a hug from the dryad. In her mind, she sighed, reluctant to show the other affection but she didn’t want to deny her the small allotment of help she might offer. Tiny legs shuffled forward, tiny arms extended as she attempted to wrap them around the much larger woman. “Have you eaten recently?”

Larewen was overcome with a sense of joy, though it did not reach that visage, as she drew the girl near to her. In lieu of the query, she shook her head. "I have not," she admitted quietly. Her embrace tightened. It was almost disturbing, how much comfort she found in the wraith's presence. The other's company, as it were, was worth the pound in flesh it would cost her from time to time. "Even starved, we survive. Only our sanity will be at stake, if we go too long."

Pyoshia listened to the others mention of how vampires work but offered nothing else towards it. “Would you like to do something?” Her tiny little body felt trapped within the arms of the other but she made no protest, instead leaving her arms around the other till she was let go. It didn’t make sense to her either how one might be comforted by something so twisted, her entirety left to polluting the life stream rather than healing it. “We may go hunting so you might find something to eat and not go insane?” Her tiny little fingers tapped across the woman’s sides, being that’s all the further Pyoshia’s tiny arms went.

Larewen pondered that offer, her lips pressed together for a long moment before she raised her shoulders in a shrug. "A meal sounds quite wonderful," she admitted after some time. It would do well for the flesh missing from her arm, after all. Her eyes moved away from the creature and back to the tree. "Is that your mother tree, then?" she asked, curiously. Her embrace on the little one loosened as she stood up straight.

Pyoshia was suddenly raised up as the other raised her shoulder, a thought running through her mind. “How would I get you some food.” The monologue within her head being spoken openly, “Perhaps I can bring you humans from Larket. Though they aren’t near, maybe I could bring vampires, though vampires drinking vampires seems counter productive.” She smiled, “Yes, we should go to Larket and bring you humans.” Those words directed towards Larewen finally. Finally she addressed the question of her tree, “The Ya-Te-Veo, the gluttonous one. It drains the ground of life, eating everything near it.” The grove of dead trees around it showing the capabilities of the tree itself. “It’s strong, once stronger than me, now we’re equals.. THough, I still share it’s insatiable appetite.. And, I think it’s a male..”

Larewen hadn't expected that, and the expression that briefly stole her features said as much. "A male," she mused aloud. "Well then." Her glance moved westward then, toward the city. Past it, and more to the north, would be Larket. "Perhaps that could work; perhaps we could trick them into coming here, and then we could all feed. You, myself, and your father tree."

Pyoshia blinked as she was insistent upon it being her elder, “I believe we were both nearly the same time.” Her tiny fingers reached up to direct Larewen’s vision towards the earth, “We’re both from the cycle of life, we both produce the darker side of nature, we both rely upon the part no one believes to be fair or just, to be equal or neutral. It’s why few enjoy our company. We’re one and the same, but, I do not know how much earlier it was birthed before me. I have lost all those memories and it’s been angry with me since I’ve regained being me.. And since I got the art upon it through the work of Kasyr. Not my fault but it happened.” She nodded, “Then let us get you some food, Mother Corrupt.”

Larewen listened quietly and though Pyoshia was insistant on the woman's need to feed, the sorceress's mind was elsewhere. "Kasyr..." she repeated the name quietly. It was no wonder it'd be angry then. Her eyes remained on the ground, where the wraith had drawn them to. "What does the tree need, in order to no longer be angry with you?" she pressed. From there, she looked toward it once more, though now she sought to circle it. Around she would walk, giving it the berth it so desired.

Pyoshia spoke, “Time.” And that was all she offered as her little feet struggled for the ground, “Come along Mother Corrupt, let us get you something, I will eat too, if you’d like.”

Larewen shook her head toward Pyoshia, even as the little one insisted on feeding. She was far too intrigued by Ya-Te-Veo to leave just yet. Even as the girl had warned when she first arrived about drawing to near to the tree, she stepped forward. Before the corruption, before undeath, Larewen had been a wood elf noble, after all. As she moved closer, she rose a hand to peel away the glove from the one opposite of it and she would reach out toward it.

Pyoshia was still held within the one arm of Larewen as the vampire approached her tree. It’s body to shudder to life, angry and defensive, hungry, as the dryad who was attached to it struggled to calm it. The branches seemingly snapped to life, as they attempted to grasp the ungloved hand and pull her up off the ground, forcing her to hang there whilst it struggled with the desire to eat the vampire.. If the arm was grasped.

Larewen held the dryad with the other arm, for the moment. Just as her ungloved hand reached to touch the bark of its trunk, she lowered Pyoshia to the ground. That movement, as she righted herself, provided the tree with the perfect opportunity to snare the now bare arm - and it did just that. Its vines wrapped tightly around her varicose flesh and yanked her from the ground. The woman's hat fell from her head, taking with it her veil and bearing her face, as lovely and creepy as it was, to the world. Her hair, freed of the cloth that kept it tied up fell to frame her face. "Well," she mused, still peering at it. Even then, she was withou fear. Curiosity alone kept her from struggling.

Pyoshia watched as the tree snatched up the other and raised her into the sky.and dangled her before Pyoshia. The tree and Pyoshia were definitively battling against one another, mentally attempting to overwhelm the other as they struggled for control. Pyoshia’s magic was working it’s way throughout the tree, persuading the tree to let her go, whilst the tree was fighting off of sheer will. Between the two, the viney branches released the elf, but, the mouth of the tree was wide open and hoping.. Who knew where the poor vampire would fall.

Larewen missed the tree's maw, mostly. At least, her body did. The ungloved arm would land inside its mouth, and the vampire was a bit slow. Regardless, she moved to pull her arm out before it could chomp down on her. If she was successful with that, then she would once more seek to touch it - in as soothing a manner as she could. "Come now, don't be so angry, my dear," she whispered, quietly.

The wooden frame of the Ya-Te-Veo narrowly miss grasping the woman’s hand within, becoming more angry as she seemingly escaped it’s grasp. The tree was about to go for a second attempt at eating the woman’s hand, as two seperate branches, one from each side, attempted to latch onto her arm, pulling it opposite directions and severing it from her. If Larewen wasn’t careful her arm would be gone. Pyoshia was of course, doing her best, holding back the rest of the frame of the tree as she spoke to it, attempted to sooth it, and wished for a second dryad to be born from this damned tree so it’d be easier to control. It’s power was severely physically stronger than Pyoshia’s ever would be.

Larewen was quicker to act this time, nimbly rolling out of the vines way as they came down toward her. Her dress was most definitely soiled from this and it teased a pout onto her lips, but did not stop her from once more reaching for the tree. "I'm not here to harm you," she said to it quietly, in her native tongue rather than common speech. "Relax; I seek to protect you and yours."

Pyoshia finally began to pour an immense amount of energy into the control of this tree, taking quite the toll upon her immense amounts of mana as she forced it into submission, if only for a short while. The Ya-Te-Veo, unable to fight back, was stuck for the time being as Pyoshia’s words seemed short when she spoke. “It’s allowing you twenty seconds to speak, Mother Corrupt, then it’s going to attack it says.” She lied, “You may want to hurry, before it becomes angered once again.” The dryad then closed her eyes and focused upon suppressing the tree till Mother corrupt finished.

Lareweno would speak, too. No longer having to avoid its vines, her words were more carefully selected. Again, they rolled from her tongue, elvish and smooth, "I'm not here to harm you, or the dark little one; but rather the opposite. I've heard you've been hurt before - this will not come to pass a second time, if only you'll allow it." Her gaze moved toward Pyoshia, and for a moment her stare softened. Strangely enough, the dark sorceress knew she loved the wraith. Her attention flicked quickly back to the tree though, and she expelled a small bit of energy toward it. It was not with the intent to inflict pain, but to show the tree that she, too, was corrupt in nature.

Pyoshia ’s small frame began to shake subtely from the pressure of controlling the damned tree, as she forced it to allow the energy to be accepted. The tree seemingly being polite slowly lowered a branch, to pat her upon the head, before it seemingly went silent and froze. “It’s tired.” She winced for a moment, then added, “We should feed now, it would like left alone to rest.” Pyoshia hoped the vampire would drop it before the damned tree went back to being pissed off, for she knew after this it’d be even angrier with the tiny dryad, it’s voice to reside with her head, taunting her about how it was going to eat the vampire.

Larewen nodded quietly, understanding the request. Turning away from the tree, she moved closer to the dryad. The ungloved hand was extended toward her, with the intent of snatching her much smaller fingers and, by her guidance, the vampire would leave the tree be - for now.