Author: FLECHER PM
"Evil is a relative term; even a monster can have a heart." Morinth x OCRated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Morinth - Chapters: 15 - Words: 31,738 - Reviews: 42 - Favs: 23 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 09-04-10 - Published: 04-29-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5932238
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Firstly, I'll admit this is an excuse to use my original species - the Talinth.
Secondly, and more importantly, I figured that doing a "humanizing" story would be good practice for me, a challenge.
I simply hope that you give this a chance, and enjoy it.
WARNING- I'm giving this warning to you right here and now, that the "Talinth" will be a hard pill to swallow, I'm aware of that, but like I said, I'm hoping that once you get over the species, that you'll give this a chance. :)
Talinth were a rarity, not because they lacked great numbers, but they were generally a reclusive people. Having only 'arrived' on the galactic scene one year prior to the attack on the Citadel when a Salarian ship came into contact with them.
They appeared Human up to a point - with their facial features, body shape and head hair - until one noticed their long furry tails and furred ears, feline features. They also possessed fangs, their pupils slit in bright light - or in reaction to certain emotions - and their nails tended to grow into points; remnants of talons from their ancestors. Being a nocturnal race, they had near perfect night vision, and unsurprisingly, their racial beliefs revered a goddess of the moon; Lun'sahre. The name itself translated as "Mother of the Twilight Children."
Ali'sha had grown used to the looks she got more often than she cared to count, their views and opinions didn't matter. At least on Omega one could disappear in the shadows, she preferred it that way. Brushing her way through a few clusters of people, she shook her head, dislodging any dust that had decided to take up residence on her jet black fur. Her ears flickered, before slanting back. Having lived here for the last two and half years, she had easily picked up several languages before ultimately getting a translator implanted. It helped; she didn't have to pause to sort through which words meant what if she ever talked to someone. She kept to herself most of the time, and liked it that way, solitude was better than making false friends. On this station, camaraderie was usually out of necessity, and only lasted until it was the lesser deal or made inconvenient.
Moving off from the main street, she passed by Harot's and made her way to the end of this particular street; where the Turian bouncer simply nodded and let her in. She was a regular and it was very hard to forget what she looked like; Ali'sha was likely the only Talinth on the whole of Omega.
The usual cocktail of scents that assaulted her were no different than any other night, she was used to them by now; it was muted. Her ears naturally folded back to block out the majority of the noise; her heightened sense of hearing had no affection for the loud music. People's lives unfolded more than most realised in a night club; that's what she was here for. People watching, for lack of a better term. It was easy to get inspiration from someone's life turning for better or worse, watching it play out in front of her.
Moving further inside, the endless beats and pulses in the music thrummed through her, and her golden eyes flickered briefly in the direction of the dance floor; so many shifting bodies, their shapes almost lost in the fluctuating dance of shadow and light. Shaking her head free of the headier scents, she made her way to the bar.
Noel glanced up from cleaning a glass, and wordlessly nodded to her, turning around to grab a dark bottle from the top of the shelves behind him. Pouring a glass of the teal liquid, he left the bottle with her. A rare drink brewed by the Talinth called 'shalak' - apparently it was as bad as the Krogan's ryncol; but Ali'sha could hardly see the problem. Taking up her glass, she leaned back against the bar and observed the scene tonight. Nothing out of the ordinary; and none of Aria's people were in at the moment.
Early on when she was still new to the station, Aria had tried to recruit her; she was a deadly breed and knowledge of the Talinth's unheard of skill and abilities naturally caught the crime queen's attention. However, 'tried' was the key word. Ali'sha had no desire to be tied down by someone else's whims; not anymore. She didn't want to go back to that life.
Things were less than civil, but not so much that Ali'sha couldn't walk freely. She knew how to take care of herself. She made a living on artistic skill, keeping herself away from the less fortunate areas of Omega and ending up in a wealthy apartment. Though true to her nature, she entertained the idea of being an assassin for those that would pay enough until she eventually took the highest bidder up on the offer. There were two rules to her services - number one; they could only call on her abilities once. Number two; any tie to Aria and the deal was off.
She didn't want to work for the Asari, but she didn't want to go out of her way to piss her off either.
Asari themselves were curious to her, they were so similar to her people, and yet so different at the same time; alien. Talinth were similarly mono-gendered, mating in much the same way and being natural biotics to boot; they even lived just as long. This had led to other races commenting that maybe the Talinth were a "distant cousin race" - in jest maybe, but Ali'sha did wonder sometimes. However, she could sense the natural wariness most Asari had towards her and her people; they were a long standing figure on the galactic stage. Able to look out over the other races with the advantage of time and wisdom. The Krogan may have been a 'threat' were they able to put aside their bloodthirsty nature. But now another species had shown themselves; with the same advantages. A smirk came to Ali'sha's lips - it was natural for them to feel even a little threatened; their place as the 'dominant' species wasn't as secure anymore.
Not that - as far as she knew - the Talinth had any intention of 'taking over'.
Observing the room again, she noted a few familiar faces. Florit still seemed unaware that his newest little buddy was a journalist, she had to applaud the girl's spine; Florit was well known for his callous and cruel nature. Though she didn't exactly envy her fate should Florit catch wind of what she really was. Verf the Krogan was just entering the club, grumbling and muttering as he shuffled up to the bar and ordered some ryncol. Catching some of his words, it seemed that a group of youths had attacked his shop; the old Krogan growled to himself about what he would do to them if he ever caught them. Another fate she didn't envy.
Her gaze shifted to the dance floor, more specifically one of the walkways leading onto it. The Turian - Meln - was unsuccessfully as usual trying to get a little company for the night. He was aware of the security however and was trying to be a little more discreet this time. Downing the small glass's contents, she kept her eye on the irate man as his frustration won over and he grabbed the Asari who he'd been talking to. Above the noise of the music, no one else heard her sudden yell; but Ali'sha's sharp hearing caught it.
"I don't care what you think. You're coming with me, and we're gonna have some fun," he growled out, starting to pull the woman through the crowd. A darting shape ran along the top of the wall to his side, and a foot suddenly connected to the side of his head with the full force of his attacker's body weight. Meln lost his grip on the Asari and smacked into the ground, letting out a pitiful grunt. The nearby patrons cheered at this display, he was a known troublemaker; but this regular occurrence was downright hilarious. He never seemed to learn. The booted foot on his head shifted slightly, just to grind his plated face against the floor. "Meln, I suggest you find somewhere else to skulk; I'd hate to ruin my evening by shattering your arms." The voice was cold and playfully threatening at the same time; the Turian nodded frantically as Ali'sha lifted her foot off him. Crawling to his feet he quickly scuttled out of sight before she could do anything else.
Shifting her shoulders, Ali'sha looked aside and noted the Asari looking at her. She quickly mouthed a thank you - flashing a smile - before disappearing into the crowd. Hmm, 'hero' quota filled for today. She droned sarcastically, her tail flicking slowly. The appendage gained a life of its own, flicking back and forth in time to the beat of the music. Returning to the bar didn't seem so appealing now that she was on the dance floor, though she really hadn't danced in a while. Ali'sha mentally clapped herself over the ears following that excuse; when had she ever crawled out of the shadows and just been 'normal'?
She slowly started to move, eventually lulling into the rhythm and easily going from one flowing movement to the next. A light smile came to her lips; this wasn't so difficult after all. But she was well aware of the eyes watching her, next to her rarity; her lithe form's fluid movement to the music made her hard to ignore. The fluctuating lights played off her black hair and fur, a stark contrast against alabaster skin.
Little more than a few minutes into the next song and Ali'sha became suddenly aware of another body dancing near her, closer than one would usually be. Scenting the air, Ali'sha turned as she realised it was a woman; more accurately an Asari. She didn't miss a beat though, continuing to dance even as their eyes locked; sun gold and ice blue. Definitely not the dancer Meln was harassing - this one was gorgeous; her gaze piercing in the dark nightclub. Ali'sha couldn't help the sudden tilt to her lips, and soon found herself dancing with the beautiful Asari.
Now more eyes than ever were fixed on them both as they danced with the same flawless motion of water, each sultry move accented by another. Time became irrelevant and Ali'sha paid no mind to her surroundings, focusing solely on the beautiful creature with her. So many nights simply watching everyone else's lives, yet she had never seen this woman before; maybe the Asari was new to the station. Ali'sha certainly would've remembered her.
As the song came to an end, Ali'sha frowned as she felt a light tugging at the end of every breath. So soon? Her mysterious companion noticed the expression, raising a brow as Ali'sha pressed a cursory hand against her ribs.
The voice caught her off guard a bit, smooth like rich honey. She shook her head, moving her hand away; the tugging was slowly going away. "Just needed to breathe a bit; nothing to worry about," she smiled briefly, her tone dismissive but friendly all the same. This seemed to satisfy the Asari, as her lips curled in a smile and she leaned close. "Lets get out of here."
"Fresh off the transport? I haven't seen you around here before." They had left the noise and hustle of the night club for a quiet café around the corner; only a few patrons were in and they didn't pay too much attention to the two females in spite of one's still new appearance.
"A few days ago, but I've been here before," Morinth smiled, her gaze intent. "What about you - Majae is on the other side of the galaxy from here isn't it?"
Ali'sha raised a brow, one of her ears lifting in the same motion, "lived here for the last two and half years; wanted to 'see the galaxy'." She glanced up briefly as a waiter brought them their drinks; unsurprisingly tamer than Afterlife's selection. "Turns out I actually just wanted to live somewhere else; did enough adventuring back home," a slight tilt came to her lips, "this place is 'entertaining' enough though."
Morinth tilted her head slightly, that smile still on her lips, "of all places you choose Omega?"
Ali'sha folded her ears back, "I prefer Omega's shadows and blatant violence to the Citadel's 'light' and false semblance of order. In the latter you're regulated by law and security, you can easily grow complacent. In the former; you make your own way and it keeps you sharp."
Time dragged on as they chatted, from bringing up art to going over people's fascination with safety; life had so much more to offer if you were willing to take it. Returning to expression Ali'sha was happy to tell Morinth all she wished to know about her people's culture; they had many artists, and the style of paintings and sculptures they created hadn't been seen before. Ali'sha herself painted, but she preferred her less than conventional skills for 'creativity'.
A smirk came to Morinth's lips, "I figured you were more than a painter by the way you pounced on that Turian."
Ali'sha cleared her throat, "ah yes, that. Well; he was being chezrika."
Morinth blinked, looking confused for a moment; her translator hadn't picked that word up. "What?"
Ali'sha's ears lifted in surprise; she really shouldn't be, her people were still newcomers. They were lucky that their language had been translated as quickly as it had by the citadel linguists. She laughed lightly, her ears relaxing, "nothing; just something typically unmentionable for someone like him."
Eventually, Morinth had to leave, but promised they would meet again after flashing the Talinth a smile. Ali'sha quietly watched her go, the Asari's gait so perfectly reminiscent of an elegant hunter. Smiling to herself, Ali'sha got up from her seat and began making her way back home. Being 'normal' had never paid off so well.
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