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Atara Raven · (05-09-2020)

"Hello Raven."

And there they were, those two words the XWF faithful had been pining for since the last edition of Savage. Two words spoken by the enticing rasp of the face of the XWF, a face gracing screens the world over. The doors to the temple of Atara where open and you all have come to give reverence and adjuration.

"You heard right doves, I said Raven as in James Raven. Member of the XWF pantheon of elites, king of his own island and the next in line to be put beneath me..." Ataracontinued with sarcasm and some degree of derision, specifically the last bit.[white]

"That's the running joke right? I fuck for wins? Lucky you Raven, I figure if every man I associate with becomes the next dick I ride in every promo from here to kingdom come I might as well pick the lookers and power players of the group. Shame, for me, because there are only three really...four. Less when we start on the power player part. Besides the point..the looming question I imagine is really, why would Atara want to face Raven?"

"Well, it's really simple Doves. I'm tied at the waste to our current Universal Champion and everything I do is somehow attributed to that fact. My white knight, Shawn Warstein, I adore you. Really I do, and mean this with the utmost respect."

"I don't need him to be successful here."

"We don't interfere in the others business. We handle it business in our own and still somehow you all somehow think we lay in bed and plot how to take over the world. So, in order to prove this fact....."

"James Raven."

"To my knowledge James and Shawn have never faced each other. Best Raven, do something the Universal Champion and never done."

"James, you're a very accomplished superstar. Held titles and have a win loss record nearly as impressive as old man Centurions. Beat Raven, establish myself as a serious competitor who shouldn't be taken lightly."

"That's all well and good Atty but why a bare knuckle pit fight. You'll get killed!"

"James knows, and if everyone here pulled their heads out of their own asses and actually paid attention to what the REAL pillars of this company are doing....you'll know Atty is also quite skilled inside another circle. Not really a circle, but it's round...anyway."

"I have no real grudge and actually admire Raven a great deal. Even when he's crass he respectable and I wanted this for no other reason than to seperate myself from Shawn in that ring and prove I do in fact belong in the XWF.

Til next time Doves."

[white]Later on this day....

"So, is this going to be like Inception?"

Osira cut blue-eyes toward the similiar pair of her sister Atara. There was a small degree of incredulity in her stare and while she suspected Atara to be joking, part of her wasn't sure. ""Similiar in that we are entering his dream, but it won't be of our construct ...and no. Tom Hardy won't be there."

Feigning disappointment, Atara pouted her lips in jest before allowing a giggle to escape her. She was well aware this wasn't a time for jokes but the past weeks had been a strain and as Shawn's state seemed to only worsen Atara had felt herself losing grip on all things. She needed a laugh now more than ever and was glad Osira had obliged.

Things between the two sisters had been rocky as of late and the very subject for the expedition Atara was about take was the reason. Angry as she had been at her younger sister, Atara knew everything had been done with the best of intentions. That fact alone was all that was keeping their relationship intact. The two girls had an up and down history but like sisters do they were always together in the end. This time though, even with Osira being so willing to help fix the problem, Atara couldn't help but feel a hint of mistrust. Osira had never went so far.

"We?" She asked skeptically watching as Osira circled their basement. Holding the body of a raven in her hands, it's neck fresh broken and cut, Osira would drip blood to the floor after every few feet. In Greek she recited an invocation prayer to Morpheus, the god of dreams and sleep. Her question had seemed to fall on deaf ears and the younger woman kept to her ask until Atara's patience wore out.

"Osira! You said we?"

Osira paused, her chest heaving with a heavy sigh. "Yes. We. As in you and I," [white]she answered plainly and looked to Atara. Her expression made clear it wasn't up for debate. "This isn't just a dream Atara. It is his mind, unconstrained and loose. Any skeleton in his closet, his fears, any mental handicap, all the bad in his life could have free reign in the world we are going to. Connecting like we are, those things that might be keeping him there. They can keep you to," she lectured moving to set the dead bird atop a makeshift pyre. Not the best prepared of sacrifices, it would have to do. She struck a match and the air was soon filled with the stench of burning feather, skin, and bone.

"I can't let you be reduced to a vegetable...especially for him," no lack of venom in her tone, Osira cut her eyes upwards to the ceiling where a few floors up Shawn Warstein lay near comatose.

Before she had even finished Atara had already began to shake her head in disgust. A volatile mix of sadness and anger swirling inside only kept in check by sisterly love. The emotional brew boiled would boil over subtly at the corners of Atara's eyes. She knew why O disliked Shawn, the same reason alot of people disliked him, but they didn't know him like she did. It was unfair. He was her choice.

Atara didn't respond, she couldn't at this moment or it would have spiraled put of control. As much as she didn't like it, Atara needed her help. Osira had motioned to the floor and on command Atara sat cross legged. Her sister joined her and met her gaze still with a look of defiance. Something was off.

"More importantly adelfi...we are taking our own baggage with us. Keep those emotions in check it this will get worse for the three of us. Find your leech quick so we can get out before irreparable harm us done."

Atara nodded in affirmation pulled a small picture from her pocket. A photo of them, her and Shawn, at the carnival. Under her sisters instruction she had brought it as a focusing tool. One more glance to O who was ready to begin and then a final at her photo.....

"Don't worry....I've got you."

All the hows, the when's, the where's, all the answers someone might have in regards to what had just happened where largely void in Atara's mind at this moment. One second, she had been knelt in her basement back in New York, the next...the next...she couldn't believe it....

And neither will you in the next Atara Themis Promo!

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