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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 17 2013, 05:40 PM (47 Views) | |
| Nosce Te Ipsum | Jun 17 2013, 05:40 PM Post #1 |
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The assassin reached up a hand and tenderly laid it over her new eye, feeling a rush of relief surge over her head as she watched Havran move to Scath's side. She found that in no way could she directly gaze upon the Watcher with her gift, as the resulting headache made her nearly black out with her own normal eye from the pressure. The thought of why this man had so many colors and such an affect never crossed her mind but for a second, enough that she felt a throb from her mind in protest. He spoke, and she barely heard his words, but she nodded and bowed her head in acquiescence when appropriate, scowling involuntarily as she had to lift her eyes to him once more before he vanished from the chamber. She kissed Scath's palms in thanks, bowing almost to the floor in her goddess' shadow, and left to find her room and rest her eyes, lest she look on anyone else and be mentally blinded by the brilliant, colorful auras they gave off. Allaminar stumbled into her room and tipped into the bed face-first, not even bothering to slip her boots off as she curled up with a heavy blanket and proceeded to sweat profusely, soaking her sheets and her clothes. She knew it was her gift from Darkness, but she vaguely regretted the eye as waves of nausea and unbearable hot flashes crashed down on her, leaving her writhing and tangled in her damp sheets. She felt like Death had come for her, but Scath was nowhere to be found. Three days passed before anyone saw the night elf leave her chambers, but when she did emerge, she almost looked like a wholly different person. Her usually fiercely-curled hair hung limp and flat, her expression was fixed in a grim, ugly scowl, her lean body was too thin and hints of bone stretched her now grimy-looking lavender skin. She was all business, as well, having a satchel filled with necessary garments and tools slung over one shoulder and never finding reason to smile at any that passed by her in the halls of the Concave. The assassin rounded a corner and stood at attention before her goddess in the Throne Room, her hair half tied back to expose the makeshift eye patch she now wore over her new orb. Even blind, Allaminar had never deemed it necessary to hide away her affliction, as she considered it a show to any who dared challenge her abilities in the guild she was a part of that she could best them, even half-blind. "My goddess, I am ready to attend to the quest you have set upon me," she stated, interrupting the group of clothiers who had been showing their wares to the White Woman. "Forgive me for intruding, but I figured it best to let you know now, so that I may leave immediately; where is the Raven?" She glanced over Scath's right shoulder to see her target leaning silently against the wall behind the throne and addressed him impetuously, without waiting for a response from Darkness. "Let us be gone and done with this business, Havran. I find time is, indeed, a primary factor, based on the concern for my health." With that, he appeared suddenly behind her, his arm around her slender waist, then they were gone with a whisper of feathers. |
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| Watcher | Jun 18 2013, 11:35 AM Post #2 |
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He smiled to himself when she asked their mistress of his presence, assuming that she likely did not realized in truth she would have never had to leave her room. A whispered word was all in enough to summon him to her side once the pledge was given. Before he came to her side however, Scath placed a hand upon his arm and cast him a look. She felt something akin to concern over the lack of kempt self to the elf. He understood and would watch over. Casting by her side, he wrapped her in his arms. Then in his wings. Darkness over took them both, but it was a darkness he knew well. There was a space between that of time and reality that he slipped into. Within it, he carried the elf limp as she was in his arms through the deeps towards their destination. Havran knew from experience that no one else felt the trip as anything else but instantaneous, even the gods. Although he might ponder it at times, he did not allow it a great sense of time to consider having accepted that there were still a few rare things in this world that he was not in fact all knowing of. Even if most all of those had something to do with himself. They came out as he had intended right in front of the former grand double doors to the ruins. Crumbled stone was scattered about a tattered courtyard with both over grown and dead patches of plant life. Despite it's decimation there was still quite a bit of the place standing strong against the elements and time. He could feel the creatures that made this place their home, within and dappled around their position. Out side it was mostly the typical animal life but within there were imps that enjoyed playing with mortals. Illusions, nightmare worlds...it was wise she was given the gift. Now they could only hope that she would be strong enough to make it through. From under the cloak he wore, Havran retrieved a bag full of provisions to aid along with whatever else she carried upon her person. "Until you reach the shrouded area, I will be able to assist upon call. After that however you are on your own until you leave it again. If ever you find yourself faced with something that in your gut does not feel right, you merely have to open your eyes and see." Unlike his usual way, he did not disappear right off and instead would stand fast until she had disappeared within the darkness of the ruins. |
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| Nosce Te Ipsum | Jul 5 2013, 01:11 PM Post #3 |
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Knickerweasel
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The flight through absolute darkness and bone-chilling cold took Allaminar's breath away but she found it again in the same instant as the raven alighted and she and Havran stepped away from each other. She felt a rolling wave of nausea threaten to force her to her knees, but the assassin swallowed hard at the lump in her throat and looked over at the Watcher as he spoke. She understood that he was an unusual creature, and that their mistress preferred such creatures, but what eluded her was his definitive breed and why, with all her skills and finesse, he still persisted as the Right Hand to the White Woman. She heard whispers that he wasn't mortal, which she whole-heartedly agreed with, rumors that he wasn't even a being of the world, which she was beginning to believe, but she had never even been allowed a chance to prove herself to the goddess; she merely kept her position, never challenged but never permitted to test for a higher privilege. The night elf looked into Havran's eyes with a hooded gaze as she snatched the proffered bag from his hand. Would she know what she was looking for? Would he? Should she even bother asking if anyone knew what it was, or was she supposed to know what dazzling artifact she was hunting for when she laid eyes on it? Recalling his words, Allaminar scoffed before turning her head away from him, to yank her scarf away from her gifted eye. "You mean this kind of gut feeling? Should I prepare myself to see something of this quality?" she growled, looking back at him with both eyes unimpaired. Her right was its usual glowing, iridescent silver, the light from it almost shining too brightly for the affliction of her left eye to be seen. But what coiled and twined around her magical eye was too gory to mistake as shadow. The eye itself was a flat gray next to the orb it strove to mimic, the power of its magic having seeped into the night elf's flesh and darkened and burned through the blood vessels of the eye socket. Her eyebrows dropped low over it in agitation, a hand shoving the scarf back into place as the fingers seemed vaguely determined to scratch the gift from its socket. It was obvious that her external appearance owed its current effect to the eye. "It's done this in three days' time, Watcher; I might as well be in my grave, for all the time it might take me to find this mysterious relic our Lady so desires. Do you even bloody well know what shape I should even look for?" she snapped, her usually sweet voice grating in her throat and breaking at whim. She turned from him before the line of tears in her good eye burned a path down her cheek. "I suppose... if no one hears from me again... tell Tovien that I'm sorry. For everything," she grumbled, before whirling on the man behind her. "You can do that at least, yes?" She scoffed at herself and turned once more to the ruined double doors, walking away from her last chance to turn back. |
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| Belladonna | Jul 20 2013, 06:50 AM Post #4 |
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Upon a ledge shrouded in darkness the creature watched the pair below exchange words. The strange purple beast seemed angry at the dark solemn one. He was familiar and it took her mind but a moment to realize he had been the one with the deity she had met. the one that had an aura that tasted of home and her broken dreams. He spoke in a gentle low voice, promise to fulfill her wish if the other did not last. However the creature could taste the sense that he did not tell the woman all he knew. He did not think she would die. Breathing in deeply, she came to agree. No death. Only change. But then some could not accept change and thusly would die. Her back itched at the thought where a pair of leathery wings rested as a cloak would over her. She knew much about change but little about death as apparently she was not worthy of either. The Above had rejected her from it's fold and mortal Death would not accept her within it's arms. Gut twisting, she turned away and disappeared inside. The mortal would be traveling within apparently. To the special place? The place that glowed within her mind and taunted her with hushed words she could not quite make out? Maybe that was not real however and the words all within her mind. Nothing new. Just Change. The creature had long waves of black hair from which two dark horns curved up like trees through the grass, with deadly points. Her eyes were nearly black as well within the dim light as she moved deeper and lower until she rested her feet upon the main floor. Leather leggings, looking tattered and shredded in places revealing olive skin, encased her long legs. A matching dark hued corset was tied about her lean torso. Upon almost all bare flesh were scratches and old cuts slow to heal as she gave them no attention in doing so; even seeming to aggravate them in order to bare them longer still. There were those, especially about her throat that even appeared as if inflicted by claws. The Fallen walked a few paces before entering a large hall and leaping up onto the wall. Claws on feet and hand allowed her to deftly gain purchase in an alcove made by the architecture of the ceiling, knowing the woman would have to pass through here and curious to see. Watch. Follow? Perhaps, yes. She would find the tickle in the back of her mind and put it to rest in the front. A long whip like tail snaked about her thigh and stilled there to keep from lashing about with internal conflict that always plagued her shattered mind. |
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| Nosce Te Ipsum | Sep 23 2013, 01:44 AM Post #5 |
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Allaminar grumbled to herself as she slowly perused the rubble of the castle. She had entered the remains of the once-magnificent double doors that had once marked the entrance to the edifice itself, her silver eye darting about languidly for any movement other than her own that would mark a possible opponent. She fought rather fiercely with a childish urge to glance over her shoulder and see if Havran was still watching her, but she overcame herself and kept her attention on her feet and the ruins around her. To distract her further from her acquaintance, the night elf set her sight on the sack he had given her. Peering inside, the assassin's eye flared open for a long moment but she was quick to tuck the bag back into her larger satchel for the time being. Her thoughts firmly detracted from the Right, Allaminar began to think about her lover Deva, and the lives both had lost before coming together. Deva had been a loving but disparaging mother of twin boys and the loss of her brother had turned her into a horrible mess, almost unreliable as a deity of the heavens and light in general. She had brilliant flashes of insight, where one act would overturn days upon weeks of failing to do anything other than stare at the moons as they inched across the skies, but these were becoming few and far between as of late. As for few and far between, Allaminar was reminded of her own lost family. Her mother had been a notable member of the night elven hierarchy, a very affectionate mother but cold in the face of her superiors as she tirelessly strove to gain status for her house. Allaminar's father was simply never made known to her; her mother had married and this husband was sire to her child, but the assassin had never met him. From a very young age, when asked about the patron of the family, her mother always told her daughter a different story about his "hard work for the people", but never what specifically nor when he would ever come see them. Allaminar eventually ceased asking and submitted to being cared for by nannies, instead of her own mother, until she was of age. Then she simply vanished, leaving no word of her destination or intention... just as her father had. The night elf was jolted from her reveries by the unsettling sound of scraping ahead of her. She stood stock still and glared ahead into the ruins for a moment before reaching up a hand and ripping the patch from her new eye. Dull grays and black stretched before her, like watercolors seen with one eye next to a crystal-clear still life painting seen with the other eye. The assassin scowled as she tried to focus the gifted eye more, earning only a headache from the effort that made her tempted to cover it back up with her patch-scarf. She glanced around her, though, and slid a hand down her leg to feel the belt with her twin blades sheathed, the writhing nubile women frozen in silver under her fingertips. She considered for a long while before calling out, without expectation but wary nonetheless. "Darkness guides me; show yourself!" |
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