Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Feb 3, 2018 17:36:32 GMT -5
It was a very dark night where the stars were inked out from the sky by thick angry clouds, and rain fell heavily, so heavy it was chipping loose bark off the tree in which Shari’Adune huddled wrapped in her traveling blanket.
She had been made weary from her long walk from Desolace to the new Feathermoon Stronghold, and from many sleepless nights plagued by unpleasant dreams which haunted her during the day when she was awake.
Tonight was no different. At first, after she had finally managed to fight her trepidation enough to close her eyes and allow dreams to finally come, things were as they always started. Standing upon lush green grass with the scent of thick beds of wildflowers perfuming the air, she bathed in warm sunlight that filtered down through the rustling leaves of trees. She was happy here, full of cheerfulness and comfort.
“Ishnu-Alah little one, “ Amallah murmured softly into her ear as he appeared behind her, wrapping his strong arms about her little form, pinning her thin arms against her sides.
“Oh Shan’do, I have missed you so much.” She cried passionately, silver tears licking down her freckled cheeks, arms bending, hands twisting to hug his arms against her desperately.
His breath was hot upon her sensitive ear canal, lips brushing softly along the gentle ridges within her ear, following the trail of one that lead to the top of her ear where he nipped gently at a stray freckle there eliciting a shocked squeak from the woman. “You’re mine little druidess.” He growled softly.
As goose-bumps sprang along her arms she giggled, her heart agreeing before she could voice affirmation of what he said- for suddenly the sky began to cloud over as if someone were drawing a cold thick blanket over her head. “Shan’do what…-?”
The supple green grass and fields of flowers all at once withered, wilted and died before her eyes, everything turning grey and brittle. The air became thick, bringing a sickening feeling to her stomach with every trembling breath.
“Shan’do isn’t here.” Came a chilling voice, purring by her ear. The arms wrapped around her once holding her tenderly had become as unrelenting as an iron vice. “He left you behind,” a tongue snaked out and licked the part of her ear that had been nipped moments before, “…because you were not good enough.”
Shari’s head shook vehemently, “N-No, he left me so I would be safe.”
“So HE would be safe, away from such a worthless woman who just burdened him and embarrassed him with her mere diminutive presence.”
A finger was brushed down her cheek, the tip of which bore a long claw like black nail, “Look.” The finger drawing along her cheek and then her jaw reached outward and pointed into the distance where a semi-transparent form of Amallah took shape, like wisps of smoke curling and dancing from an unseen fire. He stood proudly dressed in his casual blue swashbuckler’s shirt stretched over his broad chest and worn leather pants, an expression upon his handsome face like he was waiting for someone.
The druidess ‘ gaze followed the length of the shadowed arm, to the end of the finger and beyond to see her Owner. Her heart went out to him, bare feet moving to take her into his arms if not for the possessive grip wrapped around her. “He is waiting f-for me!” she cried, twisting weakly.
“Why would he wait for you?” the tone scoffed, “A pathetic flawed thing like you.” The voice pressed the word spoken before to help her focus, “Loook.”
Whimpering Shari watched the Night Elf she cared so much for, whose marks she bore. Out of the same nothingness, more wisps of mist began to writhe and churn, forming the perfect body of a Kaldroei female who had well shaped legs that went on for days, softly rounded hips, and large ample breasts. The woman’s face looked as if formed from marble, with high cheekbones that supported large golden glowing eyes. Her hair fell in waves of deep purples and midnight blues to the middle of her flawlessly curved back.
Amallah’s visage reached out to this woman, hands relaxed, a loving smile upon his lips. She floated into his embrace where he slipped a hand through her strands of hair only to grip a handful firmly before placing a ferocious kiss upon the stranger’s lips.
Shari’s strangled cry caught in her throat and died there. As she exhaled all the excitement she had felt for seeing him- all the love, drained from her, leaving her weak and trembling.
“That is what he wants. That is what he deserves.”
“N-No… He t-told me before tha-“
“He lied.” A sharply clawed hand pressed into the curve of her generous hip, the other arm still holding her effortlessly. “You are nothing. Worthless, useless, pathetic- No wonder you have changed hands so many times. So disgraceful.” A sneer pulled at the male’s dark lips which continued to dance along her earlobe, “I don’t know how you can bare to serve anyone anymore with such a history. You are a toy to play with, then grow tired of and discard. You are garbage.” The words were spoken painfully matter-of-factually as the claws pressed through the fabric of her robe to her skin where they began to draw little paths of blood downward along the length of her thigh.
Her knees gave out, but she did not fall, the owner of the voice was holding her too tight, she barely moved half an inch. Her head fell forward, sending a wave of teal hair adorned with beads and feathers over her shoulders.
“Garbage. Useless. Pathetic. Stupid and forgotten. Just a toy.”
She heard every word. Over and over and over again, like cold hard beads of stinging hail beating against her face. Against her mind. It felt like she were one of the flowers that she watched wither and die earlier. Her feet had grown roots into the rancid earth a fetid smell gagging her; knees and legs had grown together, the robe covering her nothing more than bark now, spewing random red thorns, bark gnarled and twisted… She felt the ravenous soil sucking the very life out of her absorbing every last drop of hope and love she had.
“i won’t leave you though, I will remain.” The deep voice taunted emitting an inhuman laugh that turned her blood to ice as it moved to stand before her, blocking her view of Amallah. A dark, shadowed figure everything lapped by darkness but its blood red glowing eyes that bore down into her very soul, engulfing her completely until her entire body was withering and snapping like a dry twig burning in a fire.
Little burn scarred fingers clawed out into the air as she sucked in a gulping breath of life, her eyes snapping open as she bolted upright clutching her traveling blanket to her chest. Shari was soaked to the bone in sweat though as she panted she could see her breath thanks to the little glow worm that had nestled into the crack of the wall inside her hole in the tree.
Every night it was the same, with minor variations of hell.
Sobbing she laid back down and curled into a tight ball, her face pressed against her knees. With every convulsive breath she whimpered and begged for the dawn.
She had been made weary from her long walk from Desolace to the new Feathermoon Stronghold, and from many sleepless nights plagued by unpleasant dreams which haunted her during the day when she was awake.
Tonight was no different. At first, after she had finally managed to fight her trepidation enough to close her eyes and allow dreams to finally come, things were as they always started. Standing upon lush green grass with the scent of thick beds of wildflowers perfuming the air, she bathed in warm sunlight that filtered down through the rustling leaves of trees. She was happy here, full of cheerfulness and comfort.
“Ishnu-Alah little one, “ Amallah murmured softly into her ear as he appeared behind her, wrapping his strong arms about her little form, pinning her thin arms against her sides.
“Oh Shan’do, I have missed you so much.” She cried passionately, silver tears licking down her freckled cheeks, arms bending, hands twisting to hug his arms against her desperately.
His breath was hot upon her sensitive ear canal, lips brushing softly along the gentle ridges within her ear, following the trail of one that lead to the top of her ear where he nipped gently at a stray freckle there eliciting a shocked squeak from the woman. “You’re mine little druidess.” He growled softly.
As goose-bumps sprang along her arms she giggled, her heart agreeing before she could voice affirmation of what he said- for suddenly the sky began to cloud over as if someone were drawing a cold thick blanket over her head. “Shan’do what…-?”
The supple green grass and fields of flowers all at once withered, wilted and died before her eyes, everything turning grey and brittle. The air became thick, bringing a sickening feeling to her stomach with every trembling breath.
“Shan’do isn’t here.” Came a chilling voice, purring by her ear. The arms wrapped around her once holding her tenderly had become as unrelenting as an iron vice. “He left you behind,” a tongue snaked out and licked the part of her ear that had been nipped moments before, “…because you were not good enough.”
Shari’s head shook vehemently, “N-No, he left me so I would be safe.”
“So HE would be safe, away from such a worthless woman who just burdened him and embarrassed him with her mere diminutive presence.”
A finger was brushed down her cheek, the tip of which bore a long claw like black nail, “Look.” The finger drawing along her cheek and then her jaw reached outward and pointed into the distance where a semi-transparent form of Amallah took shape, like wisps of smoke curling and dancing from an unseen fire. He stood proudly dressed in his casual blue swashbuckler’s shirt stretched over his broad chest and worn leather pants, an expression upon his handsome face like he was waiting for someone.
The druidess ‘ gaze followed the length of the shadowed arm, to the end of the finger and beyond to see her Owner. Her heart went out to him, bare feet moving to take her into his arms if not for the possessive grip wrapped around her. “He is waiting f-for me!” she cried, twisting weakly.
“Why would he wait for you?” the tone scoffed, “A pathetic flawed thing like you.” The voice pressed the word spoken before to help her focus, “Loook.”
Whimpering Shari watched the Night Elf she cared so much for, whose marks she bore. Out of the same nothingness, more wisps of mist began to writhe and churn, forming the perfect body of a Kaldroei female who had well shaped legs that went on for days, softly rounded hips, and large ample breasts. The woman’s face looked as if formed from marble, with high cheekbones that supported large golden glowing eyes. Her hair fell in waves of deep purples and midnight blues to the middle of her flawlessly curved back.
Amallah’s visage reached out to this woman, hands relaxed, a loving smile upon his lips. She floated into his embrace where he slipped a hand through her strands of hair only to grip a handful firmly before placing a ferocious kiss upon the stranger’s lips.
Shari’s strangled cry caught in her throat and died there. As she exhaled all the excitement she had felt for seeing him- all the love, drained from her, leaving her weak and trembling.
“That is what he wants. That is what he deserves.”
“N-No… He t-told me before tha-“
“He lied.” A sharply clawed hand pressed into the curve of her generous hip, the other arm still holding her effortlessly. “You are nothing. Worthless, useless, pathetic- No wonder you have changed hands so many times. So disgraceful.” A sneer pulled at the male’s dark lips which continued to dance along her earlobe, “I don’t know how you can bare to serve anyone anymore with such a history. You are a toy to play with, then grow tired of and discard. You are garbage.” The words were spoken painfully matter-of-factually as the claws pressed through the fabric of her robe to her skin where they began to draw little paths of blood downward along the length of her thigh.
Her knees gave out, but she did not fall, the owner of the voice was holding her too tight, she barely moved half an inch. Her head fell forward, sending a wave of teal hair adorned with beads and feathers over her shoulders.
“Garbage. Useless. Pathetic. Stupid and forgotten. Just a toy.”
She heard every word. Over and over and over again, like cold hard beads of stinging hail beating against her face. Against her mind. It felt like she were one of the flowers that she watched wither and die earlier. Her feet had grown roots into the rancid earth a fetid smell gagging her; knees and legs had grown together, the robe covering her nothing more than bark now, spewing random red thorns, bark gnarled and twisted… She felt the ravenous soil sucking the very life out of her absorbing every last drop of hope and love she had.
“i won’t leave you though, I will remain.” The deep voice taunted emitting an inhuman laugh that turned her blood to ice as it moved to stand before her, blocking her view of Amallah. A dark, shadowed figure everything lapped by darkness but its blood red glowing eyes that bore down into her very soul, engulfing her completely until her entire body was withering and snapping like a dry twig burning in a fire.
Little burn scarred fingers clawed out into the air as she sucked in a gulping breath of life, her eyes snapping open as she bolted upright clutching her traveling blanket to her chest. Shari was soaked to the bone in sweat though as she panted she could see her breath thanks to the little glow worm that had nestled into the crack of the wall inside her hole in the tree.
Every night it was the same, with minor variations of hell.
Sobbing she laid back down and curled into a tight ball, her face pressed against her knees. With every convulsive breath she whimpered and begged for the dawn.
Founded April 26, 2005