Red. Red and black, great roiling, coiling tendrils, knotting and writhing together, entwining and bursting apart, tossing upon their heaving backs drear images of pain and anger, strength and victory, hatred......and love.
Slowly, oh so slowly, ShaRhylla's eyes opened. For a bit those eerie and uniquely bicolored orbs cast blindly about, seeking, looking, blinking and tearing until vision finally returned to them.
The tears dried.
The halfling sat abruptly up.
She turned those eyes now upon the noisome, red-eyed creature hovering near her. Upon its disgusting face, there sliced a semblance of a smile. A pseudopod of material reached briefly toward her, the gesture somehow familial.
She blinked, then turned her focus inward, seeking further knowledge there. Knowledge now easily discovered, for at long last she simply had the ability to do so. For in her short past, an innate madness had always held her captive: the part of her psyche answering to the call of her father's blood had been unleashed, to raven unchecked over her other, warmer, human half. The half which would have gathered information, assimilating and assessing before considering how to react. Trampled into near obscurity by the militaristic howling of her Sith blood, it had merely retreated away, hiding, trembling, not finding so much as a remote moment in time to poke out an inquisitive nose.
Until Rykounagin had not only been placed into her life, but once there had begun to unexpectedly creep into her heart.
Now released from naive shackles, allowed egress as mania and insanity were in turn pushed away, that human portion of her blood responded to what the Master was saying to her. Intrigued, she was able to at last face the awful image of her time with Entaris, to see not merely what they had done to each other, but what they were in each other's eyes.
One innate aspect of her very being bristled. She did not like being considered chattel.
That portion turned to the tiny remaining speck of warmth yet pulsating in her core. There she found an image even tinier: pale skin melding to red, white hair to black, eyes chromatically flashing.
Her reaction to that image was anything but merely knee-jerk reactivism.
The Master's words burned in her ears like fire. She blinked again, focused on his noxious form.
"You are mistaken," proclaimed her newly-winged human half.
"While claimed, as you say, by these Realms, it was not entirely of my own choosing."
She sat up, surprised with herself for her absolute lack of fear. She stared at the Master, feeling instead a strangely pitying connection with him, and through him, to every denizen of this dark and terrible place.
"So very, very sad," she proclaimed, getting smoothly to her feet and brushing odd bits of unknowable stuff from her gown, even as with her mind she begain instinctively reaching out, seeking a connection, no matter how small, with the missing Rykounagin.
"To face reality, or however you define this place, with such a narrow point of view."
And... yes. You as well, my yet beloved but oh so narrow-minded father.
"I find no fear here, nor reason to fear any longer."
Somewhat surprised with herself for the very words she was speaking, she turned inward once again, reaching down deeply into her very core, seeking the reason for this sudden turn-around in attitude, her lack of fear, her sudden acceptance of things larger than what they at first appear to be.
There within, a knotty door. It opened at a thought, to reveal sitting quietly within--
A single, unmoving white spider.
[ 04-20-2006 04:13 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by ShaRhylla ]
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