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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 12:53:17 GMT
Immediately, you pressed that dreadful thought to the back of your mind and returned your attention to something just a tad bit safer than the only other female in existence, your current dilemma. You still sucked on your finger, very tempted to bite it off, as you refocused yourself and tossed the broken glasses into the trash bin. Right, damn her for not informing you that she had just decided to go up and leave. Or at least that was what your sardonic and more than slightly pessimistic mind said. You have been aware of it, the possibility of her simply leaving despite all the sugary words that you two have exchanged during your moments of intimacy. This doubt was your last shield after all, a barrier that you still held on to just in case something like this would happen. Of course, in the weeks that have gone by, you also thought of the prospect that your dear Bunny had been injured, gotten sick, or even worse, died because her mission was too much. But you were not that pessimistic, so you opted to believe that she just left you for another sexy bartender in Fenrisyr. That notion was a lot safer, yet, unfortunately, less likely to actually happen. …damn, now you were back to square one.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 12:53:33 GMT
You sighed and rubbed your temples because there was a headache that was slowly wrapping its spiny tentacles around your head, piercing and constricting you until some veins began to throb. It was also at the very same moment that your phone decided to ring, causing the throbs to become a lot sharper and making you hiss in pain. You might as well get this over with so you can resume your daily drama. A flashflood of words suddenly rammed you the moment you heard her voice. There were so many of them, things you wished to ask or say, that they got clogged somewhere in your skull and were unable to reach your tongue, like some sort of reverse stroke. The only word you managed to say was her name, "Shirley…" "It's nice to hear my name after so long…" She then paused for a moment to put thoughts into verbal words, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to contact you for so long," she said apologetically, although it felt rather guarded, and that brought a sharp sting in your chest.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 12:57:23 GMT
Sunlight floods the cave as Lector wakes from his slumber. What an odd dream. It was a part of his life he didn't want to recall.
Ryful, his trusty eidolon, was still keeping watch. "That's all Ryful" as he unsummons him. After freshening up by the river bank, he sets out on another day of travel.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 13:08:44 GMT
Dawn was approaching, the night sky was royal purple, casting beautiful glows through the trees of the moonlight forest. The air was warm and comforting, brushing past a small garden of flowers, hidden beneath the canyon walls. There was no sign of any animal life, only plants and trees, the grass and a dirt path cutting through the forest. Stars shimmered in the sky, reflecting off the bare canyon walls and into the forest making it's only light source. Somehow Lector stumbled into a Fey forest. Just keep calm and ignore them he thought to himself. A chill ran down his spine and he kept walking. Thinking it best to keep some company with him, he summons Ryful to strike a conversation in order to distract himself from his environment.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 13:16:53 GMT
Lector catches a nymph in the corner of his eye, splashing the water as if beckoning him. "Look away." snarled Ryful "I know bud, I know. You should tell me a story to distract me from this place."
"Not the best idea, we should probably be running away right now."
"Well then they'll think we did something wrong and definitely try to kill us."
"They're Fey not the city guard. They'll kill you anyways. Besides we're almost out of here."
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 13:29:51 GMT
His knuckle turned white as his clutched his robe, tightening it around his body to avoid getting snagged by the branches as he sprinted through the forest. The sound of heavy breathing and heart pumping almost drowned out the sounds of the monstrosities chasing him. Almost but not quite. Just a few more trees, after I pass another 100 trees. He thought to himself as he squeeze what little air his lungs could carry.
Branches fly by striking his face. Adrenaline was pumping he didn't care.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 13:43:47 GMT
He didn't dare to see what was following him now, but it sounded like they grew in number. Boy that escalated quickly. As he recalls accidentally kicking over a giant deathcap. Before he knew it, shadows jumped out from everywhere and he was running for his life.
A log bridge appears ahead. In a rare moment of nimbleness he leaps in the air and summons a pile of grease directly under himself. He gracefully lands on the log and runs across. Even he was surprised he stuck the landing, not that he had much choice. It was either fall to his death or get mauled by monsters, Lector liked to make his own decisions he would have gone with the former. The sound of bodies slamming in the ground began as the monsters approached the bridge, followed by angrier but more distance howls.
Finally he saw the exit that Ryful spotted earlier. One minute of running felt like hours to him funny how that works.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 13:46:28 GMT
Out of the forest and unto a battlefield. Fortunately, it seems the battle is coming to a end. A lone figure stand out in the night. She stood amongst the fallen with her blood tipped spear grasped tightly in her hand. Tortured souls screamed and rose into the night yet she did nothing, said nothing. She remained silent. The warm, sticky wind caught the loose and wild strands of her black hair, causing them to move like snakes, twisting and turning, snapping viciously at the air. she remained unblinking, even as one by one, the raindrops fell from the darkness around her, washing her and cleansing her of her sins.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 13:47:25 GMT
The skies above her growled and the rain came down harder, cutting tracks through the blood that coated her arms.
Lightning tore the clouds apart and ignited the air. For a split second, the carnage below her was illuminated for all to see.
The bodies of both men she knew and men she didn't, lay twisted and ravaged by war. Arrows punctured armour and shield alike and swords lay discarded in the bloodied mud.
She remained unmoving, save for her molten eyes that shifted slowly across the decimated landscape.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 13:51:54 GMT
Not a woman to be trifled with. Lector carefully approached her, lone and solemn. His boots squelched through the thick mud. "Well done your majesty."
He bowed his head paying homage to the woman clad in ornamented armor. Without looking she points her spear toward her encampment.
Lector nods and makes his way towards the encampment. She turned, only to catch a glimpse of him before he was engulfed by the shadows.
She glanced back at the corpse littered fields below and then made her way down the hillside.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 13:58:19 GMT
Piles of mangled bodies were quick to suppress his appetite. The bodies became fewer on the long walk back to her tent. The silence of the dead gave way to the moans of the dying. He looked down at the few that clung to life but he did not stop, and his expression showed disgust at the sight of the bodies littering the ground.
After losing his initial interest in the encampment for food, he sat next to some battle shaken soldiers to catch his breath. Those that wore the women's sigil, deep crimson with a black, two headed phoenix, looked up at her with pride. They knew their sacrifice had ensured their victory.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 13:58:52 GMT
There were whispers as she moved through the camp. Eyes followed her but she remained focused on her destination.
The mutterings of her name grew louder and louder as it moved through the remaining soldiers like a wave. Over and over they called to her, their weapons raised high above their heads in victorious salute.
By the time she arrived at her tent, the chanting of her name had grown into an almighty roar. Swords crashed against shields and clenched fists beat against armour.
They pounded like a heartbeat. The living remembered the eternal dead and brought their spirits back to life with their vigour.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 14:01:11 GMT
The two guards that stood in front of her makeshift quarters snapped to attention as she neared.
Then they moved quickly to peel back the swaths of red fabric that covered the entrance. She handed off her spear to one of them and gesture in Lector's general direction then steps inside.
A guard approaches Lector beckoning him to follow.
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 14:12:02 GMT
"Queen Cornelia will see you now" Still confused as to why the women let him into her camp, Lector follows the guard to her tent. She sat at a table with a jug as she sipped from a silver goblet. "My Queen." She says nothing and continues to sip from her goblet. She took the jug from the table and poured its contents into a goblet. She was a difficult woman to understand; silent for the most part, calculating and cruel, devoted and passionate.
Her fire made him both loath and admire her in equal measure. Once the goblet was filled, Cornelia brought it before him and set it down on the table. She took her place opposite him in a chair beautifully carved with dragons and demons.
"Drink." She said, motioning towards the goblet with a wave of her clawed hand. "You look like you could do with it."
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Post by Lector on Aug 28, 2013 14:14:47 GMT
"Sit. Rest your bones" she encouraged. "Clean the blood from your hands and drink with me."
Lector did as commanded and sat opposite the Queen. Cornelia smiled, causing the white of her teeth to gleam against the ruby red of her lips. She reached forward, plucking her own glass of wine from the tray.
She raised it slightly and announced with a hint of sadness. "Victory!" Lector did the same, his sadness echoing hers. He took a sip of his wine.
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