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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 9:12 pm
:: A cruel smile flickered over his mouth, curling the corners up sensually as he'd listen to his current acquisition drinking the tea as he had commanded and not spitting it back out as he'd half expected him to do...That would have made things just a bit more difficult. He would have had to spend hours torturing him no doubt. Though the thought of that body, squirming in pain under his touch was enticing he found that at the moment he would much rather have him squirming in pleasure for his mood was of an arduous nature, possibly from having sampled what the boy had to offer while he'd been completely helpless.... Ah, now here was a slight surprise, the convulsions his pet was going through, it didn't take La'Zarius long to figure out that he needed something and as this was something to induce visions it was not that difficult to figure out.
.. Moving across the room with a hastened pace the mage would gingerly pick up the scrying orb in his hand, using a handkerchief of course, he'd then take it over to Divintra, holding it before his face... planting his other hand upon his forehead as the boy strained mightily against the bonds he'd give him an order in that silky voice of his "Now, tell me Divintra, what do you see?" trying to turn the boy's head so he'd look at the glass with those lovely purple eyes of his... certain now that what he suspected of him would be true. ::
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 9:58 am
Oh...God... It hurt. It was like a burning in his mind. Around his sight there was a painful red glow, much like the embers of a burning paper as it curled up into ash. The vision would not focus and Divintra had not yet learned how to control the power well enough to hold it back. Muddled images merged and twisted into incomprehensible colors and shapes. His fingers opened and closed, the trimmed pointed tips dug into the table beneath him, dragging back to pierce into the soft bottoms of his white palms.
Something pressed to his forehead, holding his head in place so he could no more shake it back and forth in a unconscious attempt to shake the vision from his eyes. The black glass ball loomed before him, and his eyes locked on the orb. The black pupils of his eyes widened, causing the eerie violet glowing whites of his eyes to shrink back. The images shimmered, then settled. Divintra's body relaxed now that the connection with his focus was formed. The pain receded, though the pin poking feeling remained within his temples as a irritating distraction. He gazed quietly for a moment, before his lips finally moved.
"Blood of a matron stains the hands of a son." He murmured softly. His pale face did not flicker as the words came from his lips. Impassively he droned on softly. "A shadowed soul, the hated enemy. It seeks to claim what is his. In two eight days it will cross your doorstep." Most of the vision had been lost. Wasted during his period of unfocused state. However this last bit he had been able to at least make some sense of. The glow faded from his eyes as the vision would burn itself out, and his pupils would retract. Unfortunately the pain did not follow. He still felt that sharpness in his temples, and Lins agitated demands for him to tell her how he felt was not helping it any. Divintra closed his eyes and swallowed a rather bitter taste in the back of his throat. God...his stomach did -not- feel right.
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