overgrownoverture01: love the wilt

Upon her throne, legs crossed and elbow resting in her lap Adelina was deeply immersed in a romantic novel she had been reading for quite some time now. Her slender fingers carefully and delicately flipped the pages. There was no sound in the spacious, decorative room, only the soft humming of her breath beneath her pressed lips. Without warning the large charcoal doors were opened and the loud popping of the hinges could be heard down the stretching corridors. A small male Arrancar had been escorted to her by Alyona. He was a thin man wearing a brown tattered robe with golden lining. He knelled before Adelina with his head low to the ground. Closing the book shut, she used her free hand to remove the thin reading glasses and placed the atop the cover of the book before shuffling her curly black hair. 

"You may speak.",she said in a sweet, low voice. "Yes Anneliese-sama. The Primera, Nabil Ggdosent requests your presence at the border between Campos Muertos and Zona." Thereafter a silence followed. Adelina mulled over whether or not she should entertain the Primera, after all she had better things to occupy her time with and to be frank she didn't care too much for that man nicknamed 'the moonstorm'."And for what reason does he desire me to leave the comfort of my home for?" The Arrancar did not answer immediately as if he was perplexed. He spoke, then stumbled before finally talking. "He did not say..." The scrawny mans eye slid to their corners, but he could not avoid the Tercea's gaze. She stood up from her thrown placing the book and glasses on the arm of her throne chair, Sauce Llorón swayed as her wrinkled dress fell an smoothed out.

"Very well, you may leave now."

She spoke with a smile upon her lips, but the tone of her voice would have anyone thinking otherwise. Adelina walked past the still kneeling Arrancar and out the heavy iron doors. Nabil was a crude man, one of whom she did not get along with. Whatever he wanted it'd only cause trouble for her she mused as she walked down the winding hall. "We leave in one week, prepare Alyona." Adelina's voice was carried down the long hall, reverberating into the throne room. 

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one week later....

A churning wind swept the dunes upon the outskirts of her domain, Adelina could see the towering mountains in the distance. That was Zona-Nabil's Kingdom. Alyona was the only fraccion at Anneliese side, but she was all that the Tercea required. They both were strong enough to be unaffected by the devouring sands they set foot on. The world outside her kingdom was always so harash, she detested it, but for someone like herself, she could not simply ignore a special request. Mostly because of how much the yearning of wanting to know what exactly that detestable man was thinking. She could see three figures behind the haze of the storm. Her brown cloak bellowed in the gust and before soon she stood before the three, Alyona at her side. 

"As you desired.", she removed her hood, releasing her hair, causing it to spill out and down her shoulders. Alyona merely looked with her arms crossed, on guard.

Nabill was a rough looking man, but he was a man easily displaced by the scar that sat above his brow and the unwavering aura that his disposition exuded. It was enough to make even Adelina cautious and nervous. Although they were supposed comrades it wasn't often the Espada met one another, mostly due to different viewpoints or simple contempt for the other. Studying him she noticed his eyes closed and his expression hardened only for but a moment, given away by his furrowing brows. It was then that Adelina realized why he asked for her and it was here she felt that this meeting was a monumental waste of her time. She could be back in her humble abode, carefree and not weathering the harsh conditions she was now. As Nabill spoke he ordered his fraccion to show her a grey amarylis that had no doubt been plucked from the bastards body who had the audacity to sneak within her kingdom.

A sigh was released from her lips as her body language went sluggish. Adelina placed her fingers upon her forehead as if to mock the Primera. Alyona beside her mistress could feel the intense tension that strangled the atmosphere around them. Barely able to stand before such an oppressive charisma. "I simply disposed of the garbage in my backyard", Anneliese scoffed as she herself took a step forward as if she were contesting his stance. She paused for a moment an chose her next words with tact and care. The last thing she wanted was a war with the man known as the moonstorm. "As i'm sure you know, I don't kill so instead i left him with no energy to die a dogs death from the scorching sun." While she spoke her eyes told another story, one Adelina did not wish to speak aloud. She had no knowledge of whether they were truly friend or foe so instead she attempted to convey to Nabill there was more to the story than the shallow tale she told. 

"If you wish to keep your allies from the same fate, do well to keep them on a tighter leash"

The last of Adelina's words rolled from off her tongue in a peculiar manner, one she was sure someone as perceptive as him would catch. 

Adelina did not so much as blink from Offrin's outburst, her body remained still like a statue ever alert and watching. Aylona on the other hand was a different story however. Her hand upon the body of her rapier she was about to react to the sword at her person, but Nabill quickly quelled the erupting violence. As he spoke, Adelina interjected thereafter with her own remark. "Thank you for stopping your dog, you almost lost another one." Her face gave no indication to the ominous aura that she emitted, had he not butted in Adelina would had swiftly disarmed him.... permanently. It seemed he had become serious, a turn of events the Tercea had very well expected. She stood still, listening to his venomous words that sought to poison her; however, she did not scare easy. As he finished she contemplated how exactly to respond, Adelina was no keen on fighting someone like him at this very moment, especially with only Aylona the only one at her side. She was more concerned about her safety, and that made Adelina all the more scarier. 

"My how uncultured you are Nabill, you wouldn't force my hand by threatening Aylona would you?" Her rhetorical question required no answer on his part instead she crossed her arms together, flashing a serpents smile. "I eliminated him because he was a threat. He came here seeking information I have on the GodKing, something a lowly grunt does not simply ask about. He wanted to trade me information on you Nabill, and the others." She paused briefly, observing his reaction to her every word. Adenlina's own eyes were fixed upon all three of the Arrancar that stood before her she wouldn't allow a sword to be raised at Aylona a second time. They'd soon be parted with the limb they so hastily wasted. Aylona meanwhile was still on pins and needles, the very words that were spoken from the Primera had sent a chilling cold down her spine. She had felt her knees buckle slightly, but she did not flinch. 

"I refused and did what I did. After that I simply forgot such a forgettable dog. My apologies." There was a sting to her words, cold and detached from sympathy. It was as if she was saying he may have had more unfaithful who he believed to be trusted companions it was enough to make her almost feel sorry for him. Almost...

Rage clouded Offrin's eyes, Adelina could see it. Merely watching the scene unfold until it eventually led to him once more drawing his sword. This time he wouldn't be forgiven. Aylona edged forward, but she was stopped by Adelina's hand and so she simply stepped back. The Arrancars reiatsu flared kicking up dust as his blade pierced the soft ground in a spectacle of shimmering blue light. He had surely sealed his fate. With Nabill simply watching, the foolish Arrancar ripped the sword from the earth, releasing a crescent wave of energy that shook the ground causing it to split. There was a flash and amidst the blue light rained red. It happened in the instant it took one to blink. Adelina had sonido'd and drawn her sword in a reverse grip, tearing through the blast with a underarm swing, only to cleave the very arm that had pointed the blade at Aylona. A agonizing scream punctured the air as he fell onto his knees clinging to the stub that was left of his right arm.

 "There are no second chances..."

The look in her blank eyes was haunting. She stood over him, gazing at his pitiful state. Adelina's jian blade moved like a snake and before he even noticed his left leg had been taken from him by the one known to many as The Merciful Dismembering Maiden. Watching as he writhed in pain she flicked her wrist, ridding it of the blood that stained its silver surface before sheathing it. She looked at Nabill, before let her gaze fall upon the fool who dared to point a weapon at not only herself, but a precious person to her for a second time. "Your limbs belong to the dead lands now." Adelina spat in a numbing tone as the harsh winds that had been sweeping over them settled. Turning around from Offrin who was now swearing, and cursing her as he bled she smiled at Aylona gingerly as she took her original position at her side. His limbs had both sunk into the earth, forever lost to the gluttonous sands. "He'll die... if you leave him there Nabill," Adelina added. Back to her aloof disposition, her expression was less hardened now. In fact she was more at ease now that the disobedient dog had been put down. 

As if nothing happened she did not so much as give Offrin another glance. He would forever be but a shell of his former self. A shattered shell.