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Kreesha
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posted 06-22-2003 06:00 PM
She stood within the desert of her planet... Having casted herself away from her city... From her lord... or was she even befit to call him that? As she took in a dep breath a tear actauly cast itself from one of her eyes... Eyes that had once been so beautiful... Eyes that had once contained pride... No more... Those eyes were but eyes of a woman... If even that she was... For her one perpose... her one desire... Was no more... Her lord... She was not worthy of his affection... her remaining hand slide down to her stomach were she could feel the beggining of new life... Her child... Thier child.. She drew up her short sword once more, holding it oddly in her hand... Normal this hand would be used to hold her dagger... But no longer... The beauty and perfection of her body had been corrupted... destroyed... Slowly she began going into her movements. "I must adapt... I must regain my ability as a warrior... Crippled or not... I must at least become a warrior once again... i must" Her arm moved through its rhythms clumbsily, slowly gaining grace as she went... She had come a long way sense her exile... Her skills were slowly improving though it was clear to her that her grace would never be perfect with the sword again... Finaly she stopped... placing the sword within its sheath, now upon the opposite hip... "i am ready... it is time..." She drew up her robes about her, not allowing a trace of her disgraced body to show... As it had been sense the time of her defeat... She could not show such weakness... Non would look upon her... Non... never again I must regain my pride... That woman... That woman must die... I must have her blood... But... I have not even my fangs to rend her flesh with... How can i seek reveng in such pitiful state? I pray this works... My strength must return... Now she shuffled down the long hallway of a forgotten temple... A temple devoted to The lord S'sland... This temple was old and abbandoned, but still it was a temple of S'slan... Perhaps the only temple she was worthy of standing within... her feet Traveled swiftly accross the stone floors of the underground cavern, the smell of dust in her wake as clouds billowed behind her with the disturbance she presented... She entered the room silently, taking almost non-existant breaths int he presense of the shrine... Slowly she came to it, kneeling down, she took hold of the handle of the small dagger embeded within the stone of the shring, lowering her eyes she began her prayer. "My lord...Always have i served you... Always have i sought to live in the shadows of your power... I followed your cause with dignity... But i have disgraced you... Im not worthy of life as i am... Im not worthy of the blood that flows through my viens... Sith blood is far to good for me... Instead i deserve human blood..." "I have failed my lord... Failed to the hands of a human... Why my lord does she wield your power? is that not my place? was that not my birth? I have given myself to the lord i was destined for... My dear lord, i disgraced him as well... Please Lord S'slan... I shall pay any price... Any price should you but grant me the power to seek revenge... Grant my body its perfection once more.. and i will prove that It is i... Not the haughty wench that defeated me... That deserves to hold the title opposite of my dearest lord..." She looked up them... placing her wrist upon the blade of the embeded dagger, kept sharp by miraculous sith crafting, blood spilled into a small bowl that waited hungeraly bellow that dagger... With all the focus she could muster she peered into the pool of her blood... peered into the darkness it was... the utter perfection of sith blood... "Lord S'sland... Name thy price... And it shall be your's... " Then without hesitation she brought her head close to that pood, slowling using her toung to lap up some of the blood she had spilt... Blood that had begun to take on a darker hue... It burned as it passed down her throat, entering her body, coursing through her viens as though a posion... Untill finaly the world simple ceased to be... And she lay upon the alter as though dead... Though soon it became evident that death would be a blessing compared to what now was put upon her... Her body wrenched in agony, sweat comming from her now in rivers... Scream after scream of utter agony ripped itself from her body...The claws of her one remaining hand renched at her clothing, tearing the robes from her body... Revealing the almost glowing viens of her body.. .Viens that were pulsating with her screams... Every now and again it seemed as though a rune etched itself in blood upon her skin, but quickly those faded beneath yet more agonizing screams... Untill finaly the echo's died within the halls of the temple... |