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(07/16/14 07:16:18 ) Kanady -Sulport - [-Streets-] Along one of the many busy Streets where the shops never seem to close and crowds never fade. says to ALL: I was awake and dressed as the morning had dawned. Sleep had eluded me throughout the night as the very private and personal talk had played over and over on the brightly lit stage of my mind. It had shaken me and yet the prospect of it all was causing a happiness to rise within the center of my being.......if it was true. The opposite side of that coin was the plunging defeat as I careened into the depths of an abyss that might threaten to steal what little goodness there was left in an already tainted soul. My dress this morning was different than most days, the robes of finely woven tapestry of an icey tone of muted gold and trimmed in in browns that seemed to have had all the fire removed to leave only fine ribbons of ash with the smallest hint of heat that the tiny red stones added. The overall effect was one of frozen solitude with a belying fire that would rage out of control under only the perfect circumstance, it's flame buried so deep within that the remnants of human were nonexistant in the flawless complexion that was Kanady. the yards of fabric seemed to float over the uneven cobblestones as dainty feet encased in the softest leather of preserved human skin led me out of the town and to the stream where I would find a strength and unity with the soft rush of water. (07/16/14 08:43:21 ) Kanady -Sulport - [-Streets-] Along one of the many busy Streets where the shops never seem to close and crowds never fade. says to ALL: it was a journey through the town leading me along the back alleys and behind the hall where the kitchen gardens grew and around the barracks where the guards of Sulport trained with the clashing of steel and rauscous talk of men who put their lives between the residents and the enemies that would see all Sulportians destroyed and forgotten. I heard the quiet settle in as the mock battles were ceased and felt the eyes of these men fall on me and knew that they wondered about the woman that passed by here. They were used to the old me, the one who dressed as a wild, untamed, unskilled and uncouth woman that usually roamed these areas. There was a time when the inhuman wildness had been released at the hands of a man who had deceived and stolen her freedom and in that time this woman had been more animal than mortal. I had been chained as any rabid animal would be, my flesh had been carved and I had been marked by a man who was most unworthy and I would have done to him just as I had threatened. I would ripped his windpipe from his throat with only my teeth and then I would gorged on his blood and held his heart within my palm as I chewed it, bite by delicate bite and then bathed in his remains all so that I would feel the pulse of his life being erased from all human memory. The man would not allow me to get that close, nor would he cross the gap that kept us seperated. For days the beast within me had raged fed only by the scent of my own blood that covered every inch of my body and pooled at my feet that would cause me to slip until all my weight was only held by the unforgiving shackles that claimed my small wrists. His own evil desires had fed my heart that was already carrying cracks that soon would become fissures whose crevasse would go as deep as my soul and would forever split away simple feelings of love and kindness, leaving behind lust, greed and devious designs. My captor was teaching me so much and I was soaking it up like a thirsting sponge. As with any wild beast, eventually the rage will submit to the perseverance of life, but only so that it might live to kill another day, and so I fell to that which was stronger...the desire to live. And so with a hatred that had grown until it's ugly blackness had replaced a heart that once would have had the chance for love, and I found myself on my knees with a blade finely sharpened held to my throat and I begged through gritted teeth and a growl, to become his. I traded all semblance of what it was to be human to one, who by greater strength, had forced slavery upon me. He had the muscle, but I had cunning and patience just like any animal that would lie in wait for the time to strike it's prey and then feast on it's warm flesh and fresh blood. My weakness was the desire to live and my greed for revenge, his weakness is the thought that he had conquered and then moved on to conquer again, my strength is the ability to focus on the target that was almost tunnel vision and as time moved on the hatred was only solidifying and growing stronger. (07/16/14 09:17:36 ) Kanady -Sulport - [- The Stream -] A serene stream that runs all through Wild Tarsk Woods and out across the peasant fields. The stream is not connected to the Vosk and the water is fresh. In parts, the stream is no more than one foot shallow, in other parts it is said to be twenty foot deep. Following the stream would cause you to encounter a couple of rocky waterfalls in the woods as well as a small fishing pond. says to ALL: I now stood on the bank of the stream that seemed to hold life for me as all water seemed to. My strength and understanding of who I was had been reborn on the waves and thrashing storms upon the thassa, which I was sure had given color to his eyes and my hatred and need for revenge had been rekindled. I murdered and I killed for gain of gold and to hone my skills. I still remember the screams coming from a burning ship as I rowed back toward the docks owned by the man I had escaped from and the look of fear and sadness when I returned to his home with the horrors that had befallen me in the clutches of a hideously evil captain, one who was his enemy. The tears that streamed from my eyes as he took me in were not tears of gratitude, but tears of laughter at his weakness. I had then burned down his home and still he took me back. Through the markers of time my release had been cunningly planned and plotted and my usery had been those mortals who refused to renounce all traces of human kindness..........the rest of these memories would be held deeply and never uttered nor written on the pages of disolving thoughts so that none would ever see the shadows of such in the depths of glacial eyes. The fates that had designed the pathway that I would tread to find Sulport and the man who ruled it were the fates that I would pay homage to. For within this man I would see glimmers of evilness, unholy lusts and rage that seemed to be links of an invisible chain, forged in the depths of hell that we had both been birthed into and were now bound by icey, firey blood. I don't know how this had happened, but the eyes and thought patterns where there just the same. His were wielded openly and viewed as fierceness, worn openly as a badge of honor. For me, the traits had be kept within the camoflouge of womanhood, subtle and devious as it lay within the facade of an angelic face and delicate body. It was evil perfection. |
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