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The Anesthesia rolled 1 100-sided dice:
66
Total: 66 (1-100)
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 Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 11:06 pm
[ A l w a y s the V i c t i m ]
will wait until quest to continue [ success ]
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:13 am
The city of Oba rejoiced when the chill in the air subsided and torrents of live-sustaining water poured unyieldingly from the sky. The desert dwellers took it upon themselves to take advantage of the boon, jars, bowls, vases and even tapestries were set out in the rain to collect as much of the water as possible before the clouds grew dry and the land became parched once more for Nera however the better part of her morning and afternoon was spent with her mother just outside of her family manor constructing a water cistern that sank into the ground rather than a tower that stood on stilts like most others were attempting to build, a reservoir of sorts for their private use. In unison the pair worked together until their backs ached and they were covered from head to toe in gritty muck, by the end of the day Talia and her daughter successfully installed the small tank in the courtyard of their residence and by the time night fell the basin nearly overflowed and required lidding.
The day’s work left Nera feeling more than just slightly fatigued, each muscle roared to life under her taunt skin and screamed at the white-haired woman to listen to their outcries of pain. Truthfully the twinge of lactic acid contracting into a knot wasn’t completely unwelcomed or intolerable; it simply was bothersome--- in a somewhat enjoyable way. Shifting onto her side in the darkness the beast charmer coiled against the warmth of Essid, her small hands idly stroked the silken edges of his tough plate-armor finding comfort in the odd natural leather. Bright pink hues stared into the obscuring gloom of her bedroom, the hammering of the rain overhead dulled out the ambient noise that normally filled her room, even the sound of her own breathing seemed to be suppressed by the cacophony that drummed out overhead. Exhaustion coupled with the rhythmic lullaby of heavy rainfall seduced tired eyelids to slid shut yet the lean-figured Oban forced her hues to stay open, a heaviness in the air left Nera feeling unsettled as she gazed into the darkness.
Stationary shadows veiled the archway of the door in a solid unyielding black that seemed to absorb light that attempted to wash in through the hallway, lanterns always remained lit during nightfall the house was just too spacious to go without some form of guiding aid.
Movement.
Trepidation gripped Nera by the front of her chest and tugged at her insides until the young-woman could feel her heartbeat pounding behind her eyes and ice form at the base of her stomach. For a moment Nera forced herself to blink rapidly, perhaps exhaustion drudged up imagery in the shadows however the darkness continued to stir and the outline of a masculine silhouette played along the inner sanctum of her bedchamber.
The initial reaction that began to rise within the youth had been fear but as she heard the man’s breathing draw nearer her mind went blank and something else took control of her actions. Prodding both beasts with her extremities Nera signaled for the Janarim to subdue the intruder as she herself shot out of her bed in a blind fit of rage. Sharp teeth, claws and bludgeon-like tails assaulted the prowler sending him to the ground, Essid and Amir circled the downed trespasser silently hoping he would continue to struggle against them so that they might taste blood as they were bred to do; the overwhelming thirst for battle guiding the pair’s actions without direction from their beloved. For the long-haired beast charmer simply having the man subdued wasn’t enough, memories of her traumatic capture assaulted her psyche but in place of the fear she had been feeling just moments prior was a haze of rage. Lean muscles constricted and summoned forth strength the young-woman didn’t even know she possessed, Nera wasn’t certain when she had gathered up the solid metal candlestick, perhaps when she had snatched it off her bedside table as she rushed to the man on her floor, maybe she found it in the spilled out sack of looted goods that scattered across around the down intruder; either way the weighted makeshift weapon was in her grasp. Over and over again Nera swung downward against the man’s face, at first his screams only enraged her further, this was her home, her safe-haven and he dared to call out in pain, he didn’t understand what true agony was. Not y et, thudding of metal on flesh gave way to hammering cracking noises and the telltale sounds of bone snapping and shattering from the brute force. Nera couldn’t stop, all she could do was continue to strike the unknown figure, each blow was accompanied by a metallic scent flooding the air and a wet, sloshing hiccup of noise from the bludgeon retracting from the fleshy concave that was once a face. His screaming had stopped as did his movements; the only sound that filled the room was that of her own heavy panting and proud throaty purrs from her Janarim.
Talia stood in the archway of her daughter’s bedchamber, the scene before her unbelievable yet morbidly perfect in its own way. Nera’s slender, well-muscled frame pressed against that of a limb figure, the ends of her cascading long-white hair painted red in haphazard patterns. Elegant fingertips dripped with fluid so thick it took on the tint of black rather than crimson. Narrowed pink eyes were hooded and expression of contented serenity turned the gruesome scene from something horrific into a stunning work of art. General Talia recognized that Nera was finally healing, fear had turned to anger, now she truly could begin to overcome the nightmares that haunted her, the woman couldn’t help but smile and make her way towards her daughter kneeling beside her despite the snarls of opposition from her savage companions.
“It’s okay my lovely girl, you did what you had to. They after all were in our home, everything will be alright.”
[ Count: 1,001 Words ]
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