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 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:10 pm
She was going to fall unconscious. A pity that...Scythra assumed that once that happened she would merely finish drain her then devoure her corpse. However, just as she felt she'd no longer need to feed so slowly any longer...Valin began to scream anew! Oh! Goddess! How it made her quiver happily to have a lively bit of prey! Scythra drank a bit more, no longer wishing to drain her cousin dry. But...she did still want to eat her...well. A little bite would be fine! Scythra would take hold of the cocoon and tug it under her a bit further until she had brough Valin's head properly within reach of her maw. Leaning forwards and down..She would bite at Valin's ear. Her mandibles snipping and tearing at it so she could rip free a nice piece of flesh.
As Scythra would begin to chew upon the flesh, her form would begin to shift. Reversing her transformation until she once more was in her true drow form. She was utterly naked for now...and chewing upon the bloody mass of Valins ear. SMileing through blood coated lips, Scythr stood and left her cousin laying upon the floor.
She said nothing as she approched the dead corpse on the thone. Once there, she tugged the blood stained cloak off her grandmother, and she swung it over her own shoulders. Gripping the handle of the sword, she wored the blade back and forth until she could tear it free. Then she returned to her cousin.
Scythra placed one dainty foot upon Valins cocoon wrapped form. Lifting the sword, she passed it over her body. "As Matron of House Piranor, I hearby strip you of all ties to this House. Just as the blood has been drained from your body, I have drank from you your blood ties to the name and House of Piranor. You I call Houseless. I exhile you from all that is my domain under the pain of exquisit death should you ever darken the doorstep of any holding that bares My name."
Scythra cocked her head back enough that she could look down upon the wrapped form of Valin. She brought Valin's mothers sword above her head so it pointed upwards...then slowly she tilted it so the point turned down upon her.
"I dissolve the foolish tradition of the passage of this worthless piece of metal. It shall only be the SPider Queens blessing that shall pass this House to another. The sword you beseeched me for is yours to claim..."
Scythra paused just a moment, then she stabbed the blade downwards to Valins chest. Her aim was for the lung opposite of her heart. Leaning down, she hissed at her cousin the moment the blade thinked through flesh and organ. "..if you survive. Take your carelessly stained sword and choke on it Exhile. If I ever see you again I shall take it and spear you in such a way no man shall ever wish to touch you." Patting Valin on the head, Scythra turned and sauntered her way towards the throen room doors.
"GUARDS! I have filth to be taken to the burning pits...."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:43 pm
Valin screamed again as Scythra began to gnaw on her left ear, trying to tear her head away but lacking the strength to do so. The weight on top of her began to lighten and she began to gasp once more until she could breathe as normally as was possible with a Drow chewing on her ear, blood seeping from her neck, and poison running rampant through her veins.
Too tired to scream anymore, she merely watched with half-closed eyes as Scythra crossed to the sword and pulled it free of the throne. A grunt escaped her ragged throat when she felt her cousin's foot press down on her stomache and she looked up at the sword passing over her face. She didn't know what Scythra was going to do to her next, she didn't care, was too tired to care.
At least that was what she had thought. She would have spat back that she had been Houseless ever since her mother had taken her away to live at the edge of the city, but couldn't get her mouth to form the words. The sword was moving again, and it took all of her energy to stay focused on it, barely hearing Scythra's words.
Until all of a sudden the sword was gone from her immediate sight and she had to pause a moment to realize that it had dropped down. The pain shot through her at the same moment her eyes found the place where the sword had connected itself to her flesh, breaking through tendon and bone to fracture her ribs and drive itself into her lung. She would have screamed again but all that came from her throat was a strange bubbling sound as blood filled her lung and found its way to her mouth, trickling out the corner as she let her head fall to the side.
She barely heard Scythra's last words or the order to the guards, her main focus on trying to breathe in. Her eyes were closing again, finally sleep had come to claim her when a pair of boots stopped in front of her face.
Simundrid knelt next to Valin's face to grin evilly into her fading eyes, the doe eyes that had tormented him so long as he knew that the spawn of his sister was still freely enjoying the streets. Lifting the enchantment, he let her fall asleep, yes, but she couldn't be left to die in the burning pits. No, that would be too nice a death for her. Instead he pulled free a dagger to cut the webbing from her, leaving the sword in its place and hefting her unconsious form over his shoulder. He would leave her in a gutter or an alley somewhere, where anyone could find her and laugh at her misfortune, maybe even steal again the very sword she had worked so hard to find, until she finally died.
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