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- Posted: Wed, 18 Jun 2014 16:34:01 +0000
Warning the folowing contains gore ( if you've read game of thornes give it a read). This is something I did for the Stormhaven shard of U.O a while ago about one of my Characters. Her name was Suna Moonsblade. Don't worry I've only eddited this a little and it still makes a lot of sense. Please read and let me know what you think.
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Suna, slunk silently from the craft hall her mask fitting snug to her face as she walked out into the lands past the iron gates of Stormhaven. She swung her hips gently her scabbard jingling off her hips, it hue the cherry red of jackrabbit fur. Her dire wolf tribuckle belt slung low to the left as she walked slowly though the woods scouting out the spiders. She smirked as she griped the Estoc in her right hand ready to swing it at anything that came her way. It’s huge two handed grip leading her mind into a more devious plot.
Just a few day’s before her venture into the lands she’d meet Tryggr. Her mind since then was consumed with thoughts of her life in his hands as she drove through the woodlands her footing sure and silent. She stopped still hearing the rustle of something behind her, her hand gripping more on the Estoc’s pummel ready to take it into both hands.Her brown eyes shifted flickering around her soundings as she caught a skulking wolf spider creeping from the high branches of a great walnut tree. She stayed still watching it silently to see if it would attack her back foot starting to slide back into a easy posture for hefting the huge two handed blade.
The spider hissed its front legs lifting up as it rustled its abdomen bearing it’s venous fangs to her, another crawling down from the tree beside it. Suna gulped she knew there was a nest in the wood’s, keeping the blade steadey she swung at the beasts felling them both before they could take a bite at her. Sighing relived she sliced open there rumps stealing away some precious silk. Her senses slow and dimwitted as something else slunk from the dark of the woodland it’s form like something she’d never seen before. It stunk of the long dead, it’s gangling arms trailing a stream of gore and blood as it stumbled into the clearing.
Suna glanced at it, as it moaned hollowly, its bare muscles twitching and what little skin it held on its body remained torn and transparent. It’s huge pulsating body towered over her small frame each of it’s large bodily parts dripping ooze as it swung what looked like it’s left arm at her. She dodged it’s attack to be meet square on her back by it’s ripping talon’s. She shivered as they tore threw her flesh, leavening her horribly scared and gored, her body twitching as a slow sinking poison rushed to her head. Suna slowly stumbled forward her back bleeding profusely as she limped away from the beast. It’s hollow moans still present as it chased her down swinging it’s giant talons at her left shoulder.
Hitting her again, Suna sunk to her knees screaming out in a blood curdling tone. Her body falling heavily to the ground as the creature stumbled onwards leaving her in a unconscious state, her shoulder and back pouring with blood and a small trail of the same stink of the long dead. Hours later her eyes opened to the woodland pulling her self towards stormhaven using her Estoc as a crutch to aid her travels, her back bound loosely from the little anatomy she knew and her arm in a sling. Dropping to a stool as she swung back into the craft hall she stayed there panting the stink sounding her ebony tresses. Her mind a mess of things as she looked to where Tryggr usually sat, seeing the stool empty and unused.
Gripping the Estoc in her hand again she dragged her self forward her left arm hanging loosely and of no use, as she limped slowly towards the inn. Landing heavily on one of the bar stools Suna gave a silent grumble to the tavern wench singling for a bottle of ale. As it slid into her gray wolf hided hand, she shivered as she closed her eyes the creature flicking into her minds eye. It’s dripping maw a ever present sight in her visions as she silently knocked back the bottle.
The bottles mounted up, as she sat trying to drown the horror from her mind, the great beast towering over her in her minds eye. Drunk and confused Suna rose from her stool a dark ickier oozing from her back, the stench making her nose wrinkle. Stumbling forward she slowly limped towards the stares her shoulder a torment of pain and torture with each step. Crumbling to the floor a disembodied voice whispered into her ear its tone hoarse and unbearable ” Leaveeeeeeeeee”. As the Voice trailed on her skin crawled in fear.
Her stomach reached as she brought forth a mixture of blood and vomit, her body trembling as she brought her hand to her midriff. A low groan escaping her lips as she eyed the mess, her mind a mess of visions. The voice came again more hollow and daunting into her ear ” Leaveeeeeeeeeeeeeee” it hissed as visions of the walking dead flooded her mind. Each streaming out of blackened gates and marching onwards towards Stormhaven, there eyes a fiery red as they walked. There bones jingled as the skeleton’s moved slowly wielding weapons from bows through to swords.
“Leaveeeeeeeee”, came the voice once more into Suna’s ear chilling her to the bone her body trembling and dripping from a lucid sweat. The black ooze cracking her back’s skin slightly, her leather’s torn and of no help as she crawled upon the floor trying to escape the harassment of the images. The blackened gates ever present in her mind’s eye the chilling screams of others rushing through her mind as she slowly curled into a fetal position. Cupping her knees she silently laid upon the floor weeping out for it to all end her shoulder aflame her skin felling as if it was ripping and tearing.
Suna stared at her shoulder it’s shape malformed in her eyes, the muscles bulked and pulsated like the beast’s that struck her. Screaming now she wittered on the floor clawing at the flesh, trying to tear her own arm from it’s socket. Tears stung heavily at her eyes as she rocked slowly in the small bunched up way. The ever vapor of the stench of the long dead clinging to her ebony tresses as her nails bit into the flesh of her joint, striking at the wound making it ooze a sticky brown liquid. The stench filling the small hallway as it trialed along her gray wolf hide arms. Groaning again Suna tore at the leather tugging it off her body and throwing it to one side. finding her small dagger at her side she sliced at the foul smelling gash upon her shoulder blade loosening more of the brown ooze.
As the liquid drained she sat crying as her own blood streamed from the cut, her shoulder feeling lighter then before pushing her right hand to the floor she grunted as she rose up. Her body feeling heavy still as she stumbled into the hot water of the public baths in the inn. She screamed out in agony as the water brushed over the fresh and oozing marks on her flesh, washing away the stench of creature that attacked her. Her Estoc glittering slightly in the ever shade of the moon hidden behind clouds. Slinking softly into a drunken slumber Suna passed out in the water’s her body limp and heavy.
Her eyes slowly flickered open to the wold once more, her leathers drenched and beyond repair, her left shoulder and upper arm mangled and torn. Taking a needle and linen thread she bit upon her mangled leather arm the tip of the needle starting to break her skin, as she mended the wound together. Grunting in agony as she brought the skin together, leaving a raw mark upon her left side of her body. Taking what was salvageable of the gray wolf hide she flung her self out of the baths of the inn, landing heavily upon the cold wooden floors, stripping her self of her amour leaving but her mask attached to her face.
Slinging on a simple robe, she grunted out as she dragged her body towards the craft hall. The hides held in her arms as she made her way to the tailors dummy, a few bones in her pack from her days at the butchers table. Her mind working ferociously as she mocked up a suit of amour, the bones setting into the old gray wolfen hide. Grunting as she joined a few more bones into the leather setting it out into a ribcage style, Suna smirked as she looked the piece over attaching two sheep skulls to the shoulders as it struck her with both horror and content. Wincing a little she placed the new amour upon her body adorning her self in bone and hide. Her thoughts a mess of plots, the same flicking images of the walking dead flashing in front of her eyes momentarily.
She shuddered heavily as her minds eye played the ever slow marching army though her grayed out thoughts. She rose slowly tugging the bone amour into place, fasting a simple studded gorget to her neck a solemn nod of her head that her work here was done for now at least. Muttering to her self as she slowly walked away a eversant picture of black and blue ” I be better off lookin like ‘em en beein one o ‘em!” she swore to her self. Slowly walking away with her new amour adorned on her body, the twinkling Estoc’s pummel shining out of a dire wolf scabbard letting her ebony black tresses flow with little care as she walked in some ease in her new attire.
A few days later as he scar scabbed up Suna found her self picking at the rank skin, slowly peeling away the dried husk of flesh from her shoulder and placing it to her lips. Savoring the crunch and texture of her own flesh, a low soft groan of enjoyment sneaking from her lips as she nibbled at it. Her brown eyes aflame to the secret desire for more as she picked and searched her shoulder for more of the long dead flesh finding none but the healing mark. Finding a small clump of it on her back she smirked.
Grumbling to her self Suna moved her self over towards the fires of the crafting area of stormhaven center, letting a small scrap of the scab fall into the skillet she was using. The stench of the cooking flesh drove her senses into over drive as she sat drooling weighting to try the taste of singed flesh. Shivering as she picked the scab from the pan slowly drawing the burnt edges around her lips, making her moan out in lustful desire for the flesh. Letting it slowly sneak into her lips as she took a fitful first bite, a cackle filling the small craft area as it sent her overboard.
Eating the rest of it hastefully she drew her Estoc from her sheath, swinging it in wide arcs as she neared her steed. As the blade sliced through the mares neck Suna tittered to her self as she let her estoc fall to the ground. Cupping her hands and letting them fill with the blood of the horse, licking her lips she brought her filled palm to her lips and drank from the warm congealing liquid. Shivering in a blood lust she took her small dagger from her side and carved the horse open. Drawing the blade firmly though its ribcage and ripping its still beating heart from its chest.
Sneering to her self as she ripped the organ open with her teeth her face contorted with pleasure and pain as she chewed through the raw flesh. Her hands and hair now coated in the thick blood of her steed she sat on the floor giggling and her eyes aflame in manic desire for more of the raw meat. She dived into the horse her face pressing against it’s soft hide and flesh as she ravaged what was left of the creature leaving nothing but a dripping carcass. Rising her eyes full of hate and despise for her self she whipped the back of her hand across her mouth, flinging blood and tissue towards the grass. Suna grunted to her self softly her left shoulder burning from the gentle light that snuck though the leafed roof of the craft center. She rushed towards her home covering her body from the rays as she moved and keeping her self to the shadows as much as possible.
Screeching lightly to her self as she entered the relief of shade and darkness of her home her mind a twisted and warped place. Her tongue and heart screaming out for more flesh and blood to pass down her gullet. She set her self heavily down onto one of her chairs the bones of her amour rattling as sat licking her still gloved fingers. The mix of old worn bone and fresh blood bringing back the desire to eat more of the rotten flesh she’d found upon her self.
Drifting in and out of sleep Suna tossed and turned upon the small love seat with in her home. Her mind a mess of the ever present undead the black gates taunting her in her lucid state. Subtle whispers of ” join usssssss” came to her. Begging her to move and walk the lands as part of the crowed of undead. Grunting as she pushed her self up tearing open her scabbed arm a thick ickier of ooze and blood tricking down it as she hit hard into the wall. Her fist of her right hand crashing off the wall as she screamed in agony her left arm hanging useless as the muscles twitched heavily.
Glaring at her left arm Suna spat upon the floor making a silent oath to resolve her problem. Grunting again she dragged her self out towards the craft hall finding a sole gentleman by the forge. His face covered in a sheen of sweat as he pounded the metal into a desirable shape and shoving it to one side amongst the rest of them. Glancing at the pile from a distance Suna noted they contained of nothing but nails. Smirking to her self she walked towards him pressing her hand agaisnt her left arm, her demure of nothing but a warrior before crashing down on the stool near by him. Grunting a greeting to him she lent forward upon the table ” Ey, Bran. how do?”.
He sat chuckling to him self ” Oi Suna” though his teeth he spoke, Suna’s brow creasing in spite. She hated being called her born name and wished for only Trygrr to call her such. Snickering to him self Bran glanced over her notching her hand pressed upon her left arm, the ooze flowing threw her bone gloved fingers. ” Whats going on Suna?” he asked her generally as she started to toy with a loose piece of her own flesh her eyes fixated ahead starring towards the oblivion of her own mind. She shrugged her right shoulder idly ” I aint sure Bran” As she tore a small strip of flesh away from her left arm
Grunting as she held it at her eye level her face filling with the lustful desire for it. Bran sat silently watching her the heat of the forge giving him a tanned look, Suna’s eyes never leaving the strip of flesh in her fingers. ” Don’t even think it Suna”, he grunted at her as she brought it towards her lips. Suddenly dropping it in fright her eyes meat with his ” think whut?” Suna stated as she started to lick her blooded and soiled fingers. ” Of eating..that…” Bran spoke as he motioned to her rotten flesh still hanging from her arm.
As she sat in disgrace at her self Suna slowly told bran everything that had happened in the last few day’s. Her main worrie was that she her self was turning into one of the damned. Her arm stung wickedly as the flesh and muscles heavily the flesh curling back from her arm reveling more of the slowly mutating limb. Sighing to him self Bran made a motion of a possible cure for her, but it involved the islands native magic’s. She shuddered heavily, silently cursing it for taking away her Trygrr, or at least that is what she had told her self the past few weeks. Her minds eye flickered towards the mass of undead there fiery red eyes burning through her soul as they danced upon his torn and limp body.
Slowly moving his hand to her right hand shoulder Bran sighed softly. “Cheer up ey Suna?” he muttered to her soothingly as his fingers griped onto her soft flesh under her bone and hide amour. Shrugging her self free of his fingers Suna simply stared at the floor as she pushed her self up from the stool muttering in general ” we’ll see aye?”. Bran simply stated nothing and watched her go, her dark looming figure passing through the craft hall.
Shuffling her feet she dragged her self towards the great iron gates of Stormhaven, her left arm and shoulder twitching slightly in the days lights. Pushing them open with her right arm she silently moved to the world out side the safe haven of the city gates. Her shuffling slowly dragging her past the pixies and deep past the harpies, till she found a suitable cave. Curling up she laid crying her fingers tearing at her ebony black hair her left side of her body burning with the flame of pain.
Throwing her self agaisnt the floor after a while Suna silently wept her self into a deep and unnatural slumber. Day’s perhaps weeks passed before she opened her eyes again to the world, the cave smelling of rot and disease as she slowly lifted her self up from the floor. A small pool of ickier surrounded her as she forced her stiff and limp body to rise. Bringing both her hands out in front of her Suna blindly touched the soft moss of the wall, her fingers feeling damp and rotten under her gloves. Grunting to her self she soon realized her vocals where but a mere gurgle.
Panicked Suna pushed forward her blindness still surrounding her eyes as she howled once the midday sun hit her delicate paper thin flesh. Screaming now Suna moved her hands her over her body, feeling each part of her once smooth skin puckered and stretched over torn and rigged muscles.
She Screamed loudly and shuffled her feet slowly towards the harpies nest her torn and bloody body to her mind a tempting feast. Her body moved rigidly through the lands as she dragged her self dripping with ickier into the dank woods. Shuffling slowly she limped onwards her skin ripping clean off her right hand shoulder blade as it snagged upon a pine needle.
Again she screamed as she moved onwards each stinging needle ripping her fragile skin away from her rigid and bloody body. Forcing her way through the woods Suna slumped as she hit the floor a long drawn out growl as she tore at her own limbs with wickedly cruel talons. Grunting heavily for a while as she dug them into the soft rotten flesh of her upper arm giving her right limb a firm pull and shivering as the limb tore away. Her side left sore and stinging as the blood flowed easily from her own affection.
Her already dim and blackened vision failed her more as she slumped to her right her body crashing down with a thud her own right arm still attached to her talons. Her breathing swallowing as her own blood pooled upon the soft grass, slowly fading from her existence Suna smirked.
Just a few day’s before her venture into the lands she’d meet Tryggr. Her mind since then was consumed with thoughts of her life in his hands as she drove through the woodlands her footing sure and silent. She stopped still hearing the rustle of something behind her, her hand gripping more on the Estoc’s pummel ready to take it into both hands.Her brown eyes shifted flickering around her soundings as she caught a skulking wolf spider creeping from the high branches of a great walnut tree. She stayed still watching it silently to see if it would attack her back foot starting to slide back into a easy posture for hefting the huge two handed blade.
The spider hissed its front legs lifting up as it rustled its abdomen bearing it’s venous fangs to her, another crawling down from the tree beside it. Suna gulped she knew there was a nest in the wood’s, keeping the blade steadey she swung at the beasts felling them both before they could take a bite at her. Sighing relived she sliced open there rumps stealing away some precious silk. Her senses slow and dimwitted as something else slunk from the dark of the woodland it’s form like something she’d never seen before. It stunk of the long dead, it’s gangling arms trailing a stream of gore and blood as it stumbled into the clearing.
Suna glanced at it, as it moaned hollowly, its bare muscles twitching and what little skin it held on its body remained torn and transparent. It’s huge pulsating body towered over her small frame each of it’s large bodily parts dripping ooze as it swung what looked like it’s left arm at her. She dodged it’s attack to be meet square on her back by it’s ripping talon’s. She shivered as they tore threw her flesh, leavening her horribly scared and gored, her body twitching as a slow sinking poison rushed to her head. Suna slowly stumbled forward her back bleeding profusely as she limped away from the beast. It’s hollow moans still present as it chased her down swinging it’s giant talons at her left shoulder.
Hitting her again, Suna sunk to her knees screaming out in a blood curdling tone. Her body falling heavily to the ground as the creature stumbled onwards leaving her in a unconscious state, her shoulder and back pouring with blood and a small trail of the same stink of the long dead. Hours later her eyes opened to the woodland pulling her self towards stormhaven using her Estoc as a crutch to aid her travels, her back bound loosely from the little anatomy she knew and her arm in a sling. Dropping to a stool as she swung back into the craft hall she stayed there panting the stink sounding her ebony tresses. Her mind a mess of things as she looked to where Tryggr usually sat, seeing the stool empty and unused.
Gripping the Estoc in her hand again she dragged her self forward her left arm hanging loosely and of no use, as she limped slowly towards the inn. Landing heavily on one of the bar stools Suna gave a silent grumble to the tavern wench singling for a bottle of ale. As it slid into her gray wolf hided hand, she shivered as she closed her eyes the creature flicking into her minds eye. It’s dripping maw a ever present sight in her visions as she silently knocked back the bottle.
The bottles mounted up, as she sat trying to drown the horror from her mind, the great beast towering over her in her minds eye. Drunk and confused Suna rose from her stool a dark ickier oozing from her back, the stench making her nose wrinkle. Stumbling forward she slowly limped towards the stares her shoulder a torment of pain and torture with each step. Crumbling to the floor a disembodied voice whispered into her ear its tone hoarse and unbearable ” Leaveeeeeeeeee”. As the Voice trailed on her skin crawled in fear.
Her stomach reached as she brought forth a mixture of blood and vomit, her body trembling as she brought her hand to her midriff. A low groan escaping her lips as she eyed the mess, her mind a mess of visions. The voice came again more hollow and daunting into her ear ” Leaveeeeeeeeeeeeeee” it hissed as visions of the walking dead flooded her mind. Each streaming out of blackened gates and marching onwards towards Stormhaven, there eyes a fiery red as they walked. There bones jingled as the skeleton’s moved slowly wielding weapons from bows through to swords.
“Leaveeeeeeeee”, came the voice once more into Suna’s ear chilling her to the bone her body trembling and dripping from a lucid sweat. The black ooze cracking her back’s skin slightly, her leather’s torn and of no help as she crawled upon the floor trying to escape the harassment of the images. The blackened gates ever present in her mind’s eye the chilling screams of others rushing through her mind as she slowly curled into a fetal position. Cupping her knees she silently laid upon the floor weeping out for it to all end her shoulder aflame her skin felling as if it was ripping and tearing.
Suna stared at her shoulder it’s shape malformed in her eyes, the muscles bulked and pulsated like the beast’s that struck her. Screaming now she wittered on the floor clawing at the flesh, trying to tear her own arm from it’s socket. Tears stung heavily at her eyes as she rocked slowly in the small bunched up way. The ever vapor of the stench of the long dead clinging to her ebony tresses as her nails bit into the flesh of her joint, striking at the wound making it ooze a sticky brown liquid. The stench filling the small hallway as it trialed along her gray wolf hide arms. Groaning again Suna tore at the leather tugging it off her body and throwing it to one side. finding her small dagger at her side she sliced at the foul smelling gash upon her shoulder blade loosening more of the brown ooze.
As the liquid drained she sat crying as her own blood streamed from the cut, her shoulder feeling lighter then before pushing her right hand to the floor she grunted as she rose up. Her body feeling heavy still as she stumbled into the hot water of the public baths in the inn. She screamed out in agony as the water brushed over the fresh and oozing marks on her flesh, washing away the stench of creature that attacked her. Her Estoc glittering slightly in the ever shade of the moon hidden behind clouds. Slinking softly into a drunken slumber Suna passed out in the water’s her body limp and heavy.
Her eyes slowly flickered open to the wold once more, her leathers drenched and beyond repair, her left shoulder and upper arm mangled and torn. Taking a needle and linen thread she bit upon her mangled leather arm the tip of the needle starting to break her skin, as she mended the wound together. Grunting in agony as she brought the skin together, leaving a raw mark upon her left side of her body. Taking what was salvageable of the gray wolf hide she flung her self out of the baths of the inn, landing heavily upon the cold wooden floors, stripping her self of her amour leaving but her mask attached to her face.
Slinging on a simple robe, she grunted out as she dragged her body towards the craft hall. The hides held in her arms as she made her way to the tailors dummy, a few bones in her pack from her days at the butchers table. Her mind working ferociously as she mocked up a suit of amour, the bones setting into the old gray wolfen hide. Grunting as she joined a few more bones into the leather setting it out into a ribcage style, Suna smirked as she looked the piece over attaching two sheep skulls to the shoulders as it struck her with both horror and content. Wincing a little she placed the new amour upon her body adorning her self in bone and hide. Her thoughts a mess of plots, the same flicking images of the walking dead flashing in front of her eyes momentarily.
She shuddered heavily as her minds eye played the ever slow marching army though her grayed out thoughts. She rose slowly tugging the bone amour into place, fasting a simple studded gorget to her neck a solemn nod of her head that her work here was done for now at least. Muttering to her self as she slowly walked away a eversant picture of black and blue ” I be better off lookin like ‘em en beein one o ‘em!” she swore to her self. Slowly walking away with her new amour adorned on her body, the twinkling Estoc’s pummel shining out of a dire wolf scabbard letting her ebony black tresses flow with little care as she walked in some ease in her new attire.
A few days later as he scar scabbed up Suna found her self picking at the rank skin, slowly peeling away the dried husk of flesh from her shoulder and placing it to her lips. Savoring the crunch and texture of her own flesh, a low soft groan of enjoyment sneaking from her lips as she nibbled at it. Her brown eyes aflame to the secret desire for more as she picked and searched her shoulder for more of the long dead flesh finding none but the healing mark. Finding a small clump of it on her back she smirked.
Grumbling to her self Suna moved her self over towards the fires of the crafting area of stormhaven center, letting a small scrap of the scab fall into the skillet she was using. The stench of the cooking flesh drove her senses into over drive as she sat drooling weighting to try the taste of singed flesh. Shivering as she picked the scab from the pan slowly drawing the burnt edges around her lips, making her moan out in lustful desire for the flesh. Letting it slowly sneak into her lips as she took a fitful first bite, a cackle filling the small craft area as it sent her overboard.
Eating the rest of it hastefully she drew her Estoc from her sheath, swinging it in wide arcs as she neared her steed. As the blade sliced through the mares neck Suna tittered to her self as she let her estoc fall to the ground. Cupping her hands and letting them fill with the blood of the horse, licking her lips she brought her filled palm to her lips and drank from the warm congealing liquid. Shivering in a blood lust she took her small dagger from her side and carved the horse open. Drawing the blade firmly though its ribcage and ripping its still beating heart from its chest.
Sneering to her self as she ripped the organ open with her teeth her face contorted with pleasure and pain as she chewed through the raw flesh. Her hands and hair now coated in the thick blood of her steed she sat on the floor giggling and her eyes aflame in manic desire for more of the raw meat. She dived into the horse her face pressing against it’s soft hide and flesh as she ravaged what was left of the creature leaving nothing but a dripping carcass. Rising her eyes full of hate and despise for her self she whipped the back of her hand across her mouth, flinging blood and tissue towards the grass. Suna grunted to her self softly her left shoulder burning from the gentle light that snuck though the leafed roof of the craft center. She rushed towards her home covering her body from the rays as she moved and keeping her self to the shadows as much as possible.
Screeching lightly to her self as she entered the relief of shade and darkness of her home her mind a twisted and warped place. Her tongue and heart screaming out for more flesh and blood to pass down her gullet. She set her self heavily down onto one of her chairs the bones of her amour rattling as sat licking her still gloved fingers. The mix of old worn bone and fresh blood bringing back the desire to eat more of the rotten flesh she’d found upon her self.
Drifting in and out of sleep Suna tossed and turned upon the small love seat with in her home. Her mind a mess of the ever present undead the black gates taunting her in her lucid state. Subtle whispers of ” join usssssss” came to her. Begging her to move and walk the lands as part of the crowed of undead. Grunting as she pushed her self up tearing open her scabbed arm a thick ickier of ooze and blood tricking down it as she hit hard into the wall. Her fist of her right hand crashing off the wall as she screamed in agony her left arm hanging useless as the muscles twitched heavily.
Glaring at her left arm Suna spat upon the floor making a silent oath to resolve her problem. Grunting again she dragged her self out towards the craft hall finding a sole gentleman by the forge. His face covered in a sheen of sweat as he pounded the metal into a desirable shape and shoving it to one side amongst the rest of them. Glancing at the pile from a distance Suna noted they contained of nothing but nails. Smirking to her self she walked towards him pressing her hand agaisnt her left arm, her demure of nothing but a warrior before crashing down on the stool near by him. Grunting a greeting to him she lent forward upon the table ” Ey, Bran. how do?”.
He sat chuckling to him self ” Oi Suna” though his teeth he spoke, Suna’s brow creasing in spite. She hated being called her born name and wished for only Trygrr to call her such. Snickering to him self Bran glanced over her notching her hand pressed upon her left arm, the ooze flowing threw her bone gloved fingers. ” Whats going on Suna?” he asked her generally as she started to toy with a loose piece of her own flesh her eyes fixated ahead starring towards the oblivion of her own mind. She shrugged her right shoulder idly ” I aint sure Bran” As she tore a small strip of flesh away from her left arm
Grunting as she held it at her eye level her face filling with the lustful desire for it. Bran sat silently watching her the heat of the forge giving him a tanned look, Suna’s eyes never leaving the strip of flesh in her fingers. ” Don’t even think it Suna”, he grunted at her as she brought it towards her lips. Suddenly dropping it in fright her eyes meat with his ” think whut?” Suna stated as she started to lick her blooded and soiled fingers. ” Of eating..that…” Bran spoke as he motioned to her rotten flesh still hanging from her arm.
As she sat in disgrace at her self Suna slowly told bran everything that had happened in the last few day’s. Her main worrie was that she her self was turning into one of the damned. Her arm stung wickedly as the flesh and muscles heavily the flesh curling back from her arm reveling more of the slowly mutating limb. Sighing to him self Bran made a motion of a possible cure for her, but it involved the islands native magic’s. She shuddered heavily, silently cursing it for taking away her Trygrr, or at least that is what she had told her self the past few weeks. Her minds eye flickered towards the mass of undead there fiery red eyes burning through her soul as they danced upon his torn and limp body.
Slowly moving his hand to her right hand shoulder Bran sighed softly. “Cheer up ey Suna?” he muttered to her soothingly as his fingers griped onto her soft flesh under her bone and hide amour. Shrugging her self free of his fingers Suna simply stared at the floor as she pushed her self up from the stool muttering in general ” we’ll see aye?”. Bran simply stated nothing and watched her go, her dark looming figure passing through the craft hall.
Shuffling her feet she dragged her self towards the great iron gates of Stormhaven, her left arm and shoulder twitching slightly in the days lights. Pushing them open with her right arm she silently moved to the world out side the safe haven of the city gates. Her shuffling slowly dragging her past the pixies and deep past the harpies, till she found a suitable cave. Curling up she laid crying her fingers tearing at her ebony black hair her left side of her body burning with the flame of pain.
Throwing her self agaisnt the floor after a while Suna silently wept her self into a deep and unnatural slumber. Day’s perhaps weeks passed before she opened her eyes again to the world, the cave smelling of rot and disease as she slowly lifted her self up from the floor. A small pool of ickier surrounded her as she forced her stiff and limp body to rise. Bringing both her hands out in front of her Suna blindly touched the soft moss of the wall, her fingers feeling damp and rotten under her gloves. Grunting to her self she soon realized her vocals where but a mere gurgle.
Panicked Suna pushed forward her blindness still surrounding her eyes as she howled once the midday sun hit her delicate paper thin flesh. Screaming now Suna moved her hands her over her body, feeling each part of her once smooth skin puckered and stretched over torn and rigged muscles.
She Screamed loudly and shuffled her feet slowly towards the harpies nest her torn and bloody body to her mind a tempting feast. Her body moved rigidly through the lands as she dragged her self dripping with ickier into the dank woods. Shuffling slowly she limped onwards her skin ripping clean off her right hand shoulder blade as it snagged upon a pine needle.
Again she screamed as she moved onwards each stinging needle ripping her fragile skin away from her rigid and bloody body. Forcing her way through the woods Suna slumped as she hit the floor a long drawn out growl as she tore at her own limbs with wickedly cruel talons. Grunting heavily for a while as she dug them into the soft rotten flesh of her upper arm giving her right limb a firm pull and shivering as the limb tore away. Her side left sore and stinging as the blood flowed easily from her own affection.
Her already dim and blackened vision failed her more as she slumped to her right her body crashing down with a thud her own right arm still attached to her talons. Her breathing swallowing as her own blood pooled upon the soft grass, slowly fading from her existence Suna smirked.
