Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Sept 19, 2017 16:21:57 GMT -5
((Just a small somewhat rushed story to help facilitate some story line developments.))
Shari'Adune entered Moonglade with a heavy sense of foreboding. Although the sun shone brightly this morning, filtering through the thick mists the glade which usually brought comfort to her soul now only had harsh whispers of words to yet come dripping from every branch, leaf and flower.
Her small bare feet trod the beat down path soundlessly, like an owls wings through the night, to the place she was told to meet Shan'do A'rion. Her late mate's brother by blood, and one high up in the Order of the Thorns.
The collar upon her neck almost burned the same as her bracelets and anklets. She knew from the moment they were put on that they didn’t belong there; against her flesh. Dominus had crossed the Order by being turned out, and then he claimed Shari outside their rules. Not that the druidess could have done anything to deny him, she still felt guilty.
Glancing ahead a bit on the path as she wandered along the lake she soon saw the large form of A’rion. He was large, standing a bulky nine feet tall without all his mountains of shaggy armor. His skin was a dark, dusky blue which made him look almost like a living shadow. Long, midnight black knotted hair hung in unkempt strands over his shoulders, reaching to the middle of his broad back.
When she approached she kept her head bowed low. Despite her long, personal history with him in her life, he was not –that- person right now. Right now, he was Forestsong, one of the High Keepers in the Order of the Thorns. She fell to her knees before him humbly, her long ocean green hair falling to hide her face.
It seemed like an eternity where only the sound of the waterfall behind them was heard. It felt to her like she was falling into a black hole, where she was all alone. Her small shoulders began to tremble- and then all at once the male knelt down before her and brushed the hair back from her face with his left hand. As he did she automatically turned her lips to kiss the red, circular thorn tattoo on the underside of his wrist.
He didn’t move, or say a word, but she could feel his thick, calloused fingers curling under the metal collar on her neck. He grunted and shook his head with a sigh so deep it sounded like it came from the forest itself.
“You allowed this to happen.” The male’s voice was deep and rumbled within his barrel like chest. It wasn’t a question, and it was laced with disappointment.
Shari’s breathing hitched in her throat and she began to cry, shame slowly suffocating her.
“Shhh…” he soothed, his other hand drawing a two foot wand like staff from within the folds of his cloak. “This, will hurt. Present.”
Still trembling and sniffling Shari stood gracefully standing with her ankles together, arms outstretched in front of her, hands open, palms upward. Her head was bowed low to the point where her spine just started to bend, long hair all falling forward, the tips dusting the mossy ground.
A’rion gathered his feet under himself, and began murmuring a few words in a language Shari did not understand. They made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and a foul taste to burn in her mouth like bile. The language made her skin crawl. The air around them seemed to stand still like the Glade itself was shocked silent.
The red tattoo on the male’s wrist began to glow and swell outward as if it were a brand. Tendrils of inky black smoke seeped out of the wand and began to circle around the metal items on Shari’s body. It sucked the color out of the metal first turning it slowly a deathly ashy grey. This caused a sudden pain to rip through her body. She screamed as if being burned from the inside out. Her knees began to buckle but she grunted through her bared teeth and managed to keep her position.
The male druid’s features remained impassive as he continued his chanting, his tattooed wrist being raised just above the back of her head, before he pressed it down to touch her skull.
There was an explosion of blinding pain- and Shari’s world went dark.
Gradually, the world nudged at her senses. She felt warm, and safe, though there was a faint ringing in her ears and her head hurt. There was also darkness all around her. She had been brought down into the burrows, where the air was cool and it smelt like damp earth. A few small candles burned helping her eyes adjust.
“Don’t make any sudden movements.” The voice seemed to come from far away, yet she felt warm breath on her ear.
Opening her eyes, she found she had been wrapped in a blanket and was curled against A’rion’s side- or she assumed it was him from the familiar scent and voice. Her fingertips reached up to touch at her neck. The collar was gone… as were the bracelets and anklets. It hurt to move.
“Shan’do… i…”
“Shh.”
He was the man she had known all her life now. The other business had been completed.
She had been out for five hours. Over a bowl of kimchi she told A’rion about Dominus, everything that he had done (which seemed to be already known information), and about Amallah. A’rion listened quietly, saying nothing. When she was done speaking he pet her head and said in a very even tone, his golden glowing eyes peering deeply into hers, “Do –not- allow another to try and collar you outside the Order, ever again. Dominus will be dealt with. Your status has been reset. When you are able to stand, go in peace.”
The druid stood then, casting one last look upon her before turning and leaving quietly, having to stoop to traverse the tunnels.
Shari sighed and rubbed her throat, a small smile upon her lips.
Shari'Adune entered Moonglade with a heavy sense of foreboding. Although the sun shone brightly this morning, filtering through the thick mists the glade which usually brought comfort to her soul now only had harsh whispers of words to yet come dripping from every branch, leaf and flower.
Her small bare feet trod the beat down path soundlessly, like an owls wings through the night, to the place she was told to meet Shan'do A'rion. Her late mate's brother by blood, and one high up in the Order of the Thorns.
The collar upon her neck almost burned the same as her bracelets and anklets. She knew from the moment they were put on that they didn’t belong there; against her flesh. Dominus had crossed the Order by being turned out, and then he claimed Shari outside their rules. Not that the druidess could have done anything to deny him, she still felt guilty.
Glancing ahead a bit on the path as she wandered along the lake she soon saw the large form of A’rion. He was large, standing a bulky nine feet tall without all his mountains of shaggy armor. His skin was a dark, dusky blue which made him look almost like a living shadow. Long, midnight black knotted hair hung in unkempt strands over his shoulders, reaching to the middle of his broad back.
When she approached she kept her head bowed low. Despite her long, personal history with him in her life, he was not –that- person right now. Right now, he was Forestsong, one of the High Keepers in the Order of the Thorns. She fell to her knees before him humbly, her long ocean green hair falling to hide her face.
It seemed like an eternity where only the sound of the waterfall behind them was heard. It felt to her like she was falling into a black hole, where she was all alone. Her small shoulders began to tremble- and then all at once the male knelt down before her and brushed the hair back from her face with his left hand. As he did she automatically turned her lips to kiss the red, circular thorn tattoo on the underside of his wrist.
He didn’t move, or say a word, but she could feel his thick, calloused fingers curling under the metal collar on her neck. He grunted and shook his head with a sigh so deep it sounded like it came from the forest itself.
“You allowed this to happen.” The male’s voice was deep and rumbled within his barrel like chest. It wasn’t a question, and it was laced with disappointment.
Shari’s breathing hitched in her throat and she began to cry, shame slowly suffocating her.
“Shhh…” he soothed, his other hand drawing a two foot wand like staff from within the folds of his cloak. “This, will hurt. Present.”
Still trembling and sniffling Shari stood gracefully standing with her ankles together, arms outstretched in front of her, hands open, palms upward. Her head was bowed low to the point where her spine just started to bend, long hair all falling forward, the tips dusting the mossy ground.
A’rion gathered his feet under himself, and began murmuring a few words in a language Shari did not understand. They made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and a foul taste to burn in her mouth like bile. The language made her skin crawl. The air around them seemed to stand still like the Glade itself was shocked silent.
The red tattoo on the male’s wrist began to glow and swell outward as if it were a brand. Tendrils of inky black smoke seeped out of the wand and began to circle around the metal items on Shari’s body. It sucked the color out of the metal first turning it slowly a deathly ashy grey. This caused a sudden pain to rip through her body. She screamed as if being burned from the inside out. Her knees began to buckle but she grunted through her bared teeth and managed to keep her position.
The male druid’s features remained impassive as he continued his chanting, his tattooed wrist being raised just above the back of her head, before he pressed it down to touch her skull.
There was an explosion of blinding pain- and Shari’s world went dark.
Gradually, the world nudged at her senses. She felt warm, and safe, though there was a faint ringing in her ears and her head hurt. There was also darkness all around her. She had been brought down into the burrows, where the air was cool and it smelt like damp earth. A few small candles burned helping her eyes adjust.
“Don’t make any sudden movements.” The voice seemed to come from far away, yet she felt warm breath on her ear.
Opening her eyes, she found she had been wrapped in a blanket and was curled against A’rion’s side- or she assumed it was him from the familiar scent and voice. Her fingertips reached up to touch at her neck. The collar was gone… as were the bracelets and anklets. It hurt to move.
“Shan’do… i…”
“Shh.”
He was the man she had known all her life now. The other business had been completed.
She had been out for five hours. Over a bowl of kimchi she told A’rion about Dominus, everything that he had done (which seemed to be already known information), and about Amallah. A’rion listened quietly, saying nothing. When she was done speaking he pet her head and said in a very even tone, his golden glowing eyes peering deeply into hers, “Do –not- allow another to try and collar you outside the Order, ever again. Dominus will be dealt with. Your status has been reset. When you are able to stand, go in peace.”
The druid stood then, casting one last look upon her before turning and leaving quietly, having to stoop to traverse the tunnels.
Shari sighed and rubbed her throat, a small smile upon her lips.
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