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Post by no one on Mar 20, 2006 4:19:41 GMT -5
(Inite only, sorry)
A crowd had gathered just outside the dungeons, mostly made up of angry citizens who were looking for a reason to vent their anger on someone. Today was the day that a Necromancer would die. Not the one they’d all hoped it would be, but it would seem as though their new Executioner had done her job, and was able to capture, though no one really knew how, one of the nomadic necromancers that had been lurking about in the outskirts of the realm, causing problems with the line of trade that moved in and out of Karador. Had one single soul in the on-looking crowd known what their Executioner was, they’d know precisely how she found what they would now be watching die at her hand, though still, wouldn’t have a clue as to why this particular execution would please the woman so greatly.
It was a little known fact that Diala was an Unchained, and not just any; she was a fully functional, and completely perfected creature of death. The ultimate weapon that Master Necromancers dream of wielding, controlling, using to destroy all that would lie in their path. Diala, the Executioner of Karador, was as the hand of death to any and all who chose to oppose her and her way of life.
Yells and jeers could be heard from the crowd, as the man was lead to the hastily erected platform where his execution would take place. Some even threw rotten vegetables at him, smacking him in the chest or on the face where he was now locked into chains and bound at the ankles against the prison wall. Diala smiled as she leaned against he inner wall that lead to the yard, her pale skin nearly glowing in the dark shadows with such contrast as well to her dark, hooded attire. She did not hide her face, nor did she in any way try to hide who she was from the crowd. Let them see who their executioner is, let them know who it is that kills those deserving. Diala had no enemies, or if she did, she never did for long.
After the crowd had ran out of rotten items to toss at the now beaten man, she stepped from the darkness to an uproar of voices, each one most happy to see her, this time. She knew this would not always be the case, and that in any given execution, she might be forced to slay more than he or she who was slated to be executed, but, not this day, this was a good day for an executioner, the day when the entire realm rejoiced in what it was she did for fun. If there was any out there who was not happy about it, they were either simply against executions, or on the wrong side of Karador.
Diala now stepped onto the platform, the steps creaking under her weight, she carried nothing more than her usual sheathed sword at her side and the look she gave the crowd around her made them all go as silent as any sleeping child. Her static-ridden white orbs sweeping over them with such demand for silence, they had no choice but to close their mouths and open their eyes to watch her work. This was the part she loved, the part when she’d get to publicly destroy a life, a life that needed to be destroyed.
As she stepped up to the doomed man before her, she simply touched his forehead with one index finger and his body convulsed slightly and then he stood stalk still as his chains unbound him, falling to the side as if ghostly hands had taken them from his skin. Diala’s lips formed a smile. “The puppet master becomes the puppet, how fitting.” She purred as she turned to the crowd, the man walking out in front of her as she moved her hand forward as if pulling on an invisible leash that was wrapped about his neck. There was a murmur from the crowd, a subdued sort of delight at her words perhaps? Diala then grasped the hilt of her sword and slid the slender steel from its resting place with a hiss and loud “CRACK” it was unleashed, lightning whipped from its blade to cover the Unchained in an electric frenzy of slithering and snapping snake-like fingers and then, it quieted, the slither fingers of lightning absorbed neatly and easily by the luscious form of the woman standing with the blade at the ready to strike. The crowd had drawn back from the electric display but now moved in closer, all the better to see the death of this cowardly death raiser. Then, with a laughter the likes of which sounded so evil and reverberated off every wall in the near vicinity, Diala arched her sword down and at an angle, cleanly splitting the necromancer in two, from his left shoulder to his right hip.
At first, it seemed as though she might have missed him some how and the crowd gasped, then suddenly, and with a most perplexed look upon the man’s face, his body began to split apart, spilling blood and entrails over the what would now be, crimson colored platform, then his two parts fell with a loud squishing sound to the floor.
Diala re-sheathed her sword inclined her head to a silent crowd, some retching, this not being what they had expected, others simply staring, and walked back down the corridor she had come from and left the corpse to be cleaned up by those who got paid to do it, her job was finished, though her lust for vengeance as well as death, most unsatisfied. As she walked, she could hear the now cheers rise up from the outside as she released the crowd from the silence she had laid upon them and she smiled slightly to herself, knowing she’d done something good this day.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2006 5:36:29 GMT -5
"I suppose you enjoyed that, didn't you?" Came a voice out from behind the so called Executioner. The voice in itself had a slight hiss to it, as if the owner of it was used to speaking with venom in his voice. The soft, velvet like voice carried over the noise of the cheering crowd, despite many in the throng were yelling at the top of their lungs. "But then again I can see that you thrive on such depraved acts." A small chuckle came forth; a slightly mocking tone weaved into the chortle. "Tell me?" The voice asked disrespectfully. "Did you get to keep his boots or does this executioner find that to be too petty for her tastes? Do you find that walking in bloodstained clothes disgusts you?"
He was, of course, talking about the common practice of hangmen and other executioners being allowed to take spoils from those who they execute. The comment definitely had a condescending feel to it, as if the speaker didn't approve of the act or, even more so, the perpetrator of said act. It was said without fear of retribution, a definitely cocky individual who didn't care about the consequence of his comment.
The voice belonged to a man, hooded and cloaked, leaning up against the wall, not ten feet from where Diala was now. The black cloak twisted and turned, seemingly alive without a breeze to move it, curling around objects as if testing, exploring it's surroundings. The fine tendrils of the silky smooth cloth were like the legs of some gigantic spider, creeping along the floor in search of food. Beneath the ever twisting, fluid cloak there was a leather breastplate, intricately designed, baring the marks of the royal court and Kalista's house itself. Heavy, mud caked, metal plated, leather boots could vaguely be seen as the cloak twisted around him, both ending in a long, deadly looking pointed tip. Straps and metal buckles could be viewed, seemingly holding this individual together at the seams, binding the leather armor to his body like a second, immovable skin. The figure had his arms crossed, lifting the cuffs of the cloak up a few inches along the arm, revealing pale hands and long, almost inhuman fingernails. From beneath the depths of the hood two red, glowing slits that were his eyes glared out from the darkness.
Those red, glowing eyes were fixed upon Diala, rarely moving from her. When they did the swept over her most concealing, innocent disguise, it was obvious to him that she was not as she appeared to be, most definitely not a mortal and absolutely not one to be taken lightly. The red, ruby-like orbs traveled down her form, over her shoulders and barely covered form to her hips where her sword's scabbard resided, he watched it carefully, aware of what it was, how it worked in action.
Again his eyes slowly swept over this strange woman. Her dress would, in his opinion, not be much out of place on a brothel worker; it was amusing to him to see her carrying a large weapon that did not seem to match such attire. Her curvaceous chest was barely contained by a revealing black leather bikini top. Around her hips clung a black leather bikini thong that matched her top, her legs and arms were also clad in the same material, causing a stark contrast between her almost white skin and the shining black leather she wore. Her hair, white as snow, matching her pale skin, was gently draped around her shoulders and down her back, ending near her thighs, each strand shining on its own, almost unnaturally.
"You know." He told her calmly. "That outfit looks as if you work in a cathouse in your spare time." Though it was dark under his hood the man's lips turned up into a smirk. It was a very brave, very rash thing to say to a person who had just cut a human being in two. The glowing red orbs obviously swept over the female again and reset to their usual position. "To be honest I'd have to say that this was what you do in your off time." He admitted, his smile growing broader.
The man shuffled slightly, the cloak he wore whipping about in reaction. He personally wondered what this being's reaction was going to be like, though he didn't honestly care, tonight was about fun, his one true day off a month and he was going to spend it the way he wanted to.
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Post by no one on Mar 22, 2006 6:10:41 GMT -5
His presence did not go unnoticed by Diala, she couldn’t have missed him if she wanted to, she knew her own kind when she felt them and his presence of power, though not as finely tuned as her own, was great, making him hard to ignore. She had passed him by, wondering if he’d say something to her, knowing it wouldn’t be a friendly greeting but all the same, the Unchained could be at times quite forward and most uncaring about what others thought of their actions.
Diala came to a stop and turned on her heal, her long white locks twisting about her thighs for a moment before settling behind her once more, their silken strands now laying as still as any picture, along with the black cloak that resided just behind her and draped over her strong shoulders. Her white orbs moved over him, as a slight flicker of a smile pushed up the corners of her luscious lips after he had spoken his anticipated rude greeting.
“Well, hello to you as well.” She returned, a smirk set on her entire face, her orbs looking into him, and not in any way at him. “No, I do not take physical things from my victims, it is not their clothing or trinkets I wish to own, but instead, their souls.” She stated quite honestly, her silken voice coming through her smirk in a quiet, dangerous tone, under-laid with an echoing purr that seemed to drift to his ears as her voice penetrated his very mind, never to grace the air about them in the slightest. “A cathouse is it? Well, that is all nice and fitting, though... I do fear there isn’t a soul alive that would be willing to pay the price for what pleasures I would bring them.” She chuckled lightly, once again, the mirth filled sound coming to him through his ears, the voice inside his head. “I wonder… do you know what I am?” She mused out loud, not directing the question at him, but rather suggesting he hadn’t a clue. “I can see, you haven’t a clue as to your own lineage and gathering by your manner of dress, you submit yourself to the human this world so carefully safeguards and hides from a part of you that you don’t even know.” She now stated, her tone going from jovial to quite sadistic. “As for this being something I do in my ‘off time’ you would be most correct. Killing humans and other creatures at the whim of the very person you serve, is not but a delight I feel is my right.” She finished with his line of insults, that purr still reverberating about the stonewalls of the underground dungeon corridor they now stood in.
After she had finished speaking, she took a few steps forward and inclined her head to the new arrival, her white orbs never leaving his red ones. “I am Diala, and whom might I be speaking to?” She introduced herself and then asked, not caring if he’d answer or not. Never did she offer him a hand in friendship however.
She could tell that this male in her presence had no clue as to what he was, nor did he know what she was, certainly he was not so addlebrained not to know she was nowhere near human, but his lack of knowledge as to what stood before him caught her as simply amusing, and she would be more than happy to educate him, rather he liked it or not, if for no other reason than to simply amuse herself.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2006 1:51:48 GMT -5
Her very words seemed to echo inside her mind, reverberating within his skull. It was a strange feeling, almost painful and at the same time almost controlling. "I would,” The cloaked figure began, “stop that." He knew she knew what he was talking about as he pushed back with the mental prowess he was graced with from birth, pressing on her with mild force. She was arrogant, like he was, but in a much more dangerous, less restrained sort of way. It intrigued him.
She began speaking out loud, not to him, but merely at him, directing words toward him, telling him. This annoyed the man, the red orbs that were his eyes narrowed dangerously. "You would be correct." He answered. "I do not know what you are, nor where I come from." He paused and thought over the last bit of what she said, silently thinking it over. "And right now I do not care for your assumptions, nor tone, but that is now after the fact."
She purred and the sound echoed and reverberated off the walls, though the man stood still and his ground. She moved forward and looked straight at him, their eyes locked arrogantly. She introduced herself as Diala, then asking for his name. "I am Circu." He told her. "And since you only gave me your name that is all I'm giving you." He added defiantly, arms still crossed.
His eyes narrowed again. He reached up and lowered his hood, the glow leaving his crimson eyes as the darkness waned. His face, finally revealed, was thin and pale, though definitely not as pale as Diala’s. His messy, brown hair sat on his head, pushed back as so it was no longer in his eyes. He had a long nose, almond eyes and a pair of fangs that were barely visible through his nearly shut mouth. Behind his eyes seemed to swirl the blood of his entire race, history, the scarlet hue coming through clear.
There was an odd silence where neither of them spoke, each seemingly not wanting to talk next. Their eyes were still locked and both were unmoving. Circu was defiantly holding his ground, unwilling to move, to yield even the slightest. The corners of the young man’s mouth twitched mockingly for all but a brief moment, yet he still did not say a word.
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Post by no one on Mar 24, 2006 2:29:02 GMT -5
His tension could be felt strongly, she had hit a soar spot and she knew it and of course, would play on it, as was her sadistic way. His retort about offering only her name, turned up the corners of her lips a she seemed like such a child to her in his defiant reaction. She chuckled slightly. Her eyes saw him in his entirety without moving from his gaze; she took note of his slender canines and could only imagine their beauty, and of course would never in their lifetime admit to her thought. To his little push against her, wanting her out of his mind, she again chuckled and pushed back, giving him a bit more power than he had her, but, she wasn’t going to be rude and so, retreated only after letting him be aware, she did so on her own accord, her mind scraping against his very soul as she withdrew her mind from his.
After their long silence, neither of them backing away one lick, Diala decided to push a bit further. Of course, this was simply because she had that sadism about her that was near uncontrollable, and as well, she liked it.
“Circu…” She let his name roll over her tongue as if testing it. “Ok then, Circu, as you seem not to enjoy my assumptions, I am going to believe my opinion of your status to be true and to the point.” She continued now, the same silken purr underlining her every word. She took a few more steps closer to him now, her feet but a couple feet away from him, still giving him his personal space, though closing the gap quite a bit, making things more, personal. Her white orbs still maintained nothing more than that, white, as she continued to hold his gaze in her own, her pale features once again showing no expression. “I do apologize however, as I do not feel so inclined as to stop assuming, as my will is my own and why keep it secret, as what I am assuming are things about you, would that be more like deceit if I do not make my assumption know to the very soul I am assuming things about?” She then questioned, but of course, she would not wait for an answer. “Your assumptions of me, I took with grace, answering to them without reservation... why? Because I do not fear what it is that others may think, nor do I care.” She continued, throwing that fact at him just to see if he’d respond to her pointing out the fact that he was being rude in his statement and she had not been.” She loved this, it was a game to her, and he was a game. “Tell me, if you feel so inclined, is there any part of you in that shell you reside in, that cares on lick about who and what you are?” She then asked, her tone becoming curious now, almost as if scientific in a sick and demented sort of way. “Because you know, I can teach you, educate you as to what it is you are.” She then finished, all joviality and forged drama gone from her tone to be replaced with a dread seriousness.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2006 1:18:18 GMT -5
The comment she gave him stung slightly, his pride hurt briefly, though he did not reply verbally in any way, nor gave any outward signs of his anger. Circu resolved that he should not show signs of frustration, as it would only satisfy and please this female in front of him, her sadistic aura gave that away all too easily. He had felt her leave his mind, how that power left, purposely dragging it’s feet and grate along the walls of his mind. She left his mind willingly, though not quietly and most definitely in a way that hinted at her power, which was obviously considerable.
Circu’s ruby orbs swept over her again as she stepped forward, leaving room for his own personal space, but close enough to warrant his full and complete attention. His eyes rolled over her, up her leg and thigh, residing on the scabbard of her sword for more than a few moments, then traveling up over her hard stomach and chest, eventually locking with the white eyes of this woman. Up close one could see where the color in them was supposed to be, gleaming, round patches of polished white. At this distance he could make out details in the golden clasps that were apart of her outfit, the intricate patterns and swirling designs etched in the metal.
And then she changed pace, very quickly, to address him in a direct approach. She offered to teach him what he was, her tone serious and her face emotionless. Their eyes were still locked and, even though neither had moved, Circu felt as if she was mere inches from his face, her eyes boring into him. For a brief, weak moment he contemplated her answer, thought of what he really was, if anyone had known, if Kalista knew. It was almost a full minute before he realized how lost he was in that desire and came to the world and present. “I am who I make myself out to be.” He told her, breaking his long silence. “And I do not need you to tell me who I am.” His words sounded hollow to him though, the feeling one gets when they know they are lying through their teeth and yet want to believe they are not.
There was another silence, Circu still unmoving from his position and even with Diala’s eyes piercing him he returned her gaze with equal intensity. Circu shut his slightly open mouth, his fangs sliding out of view behind cold, tight lips.
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Post by no one on Mar 25, 2006 1:46:00 GMT -5
Diala continued to gaze at him, the entire time, his reactions were of some interest to her, though, not as much as hers seemed to be to the male who continued to lean against that wall, arms folded against something, as if he was trying to keep himself from speaking, keep himself in check. She would have smiled after his reply, if she hadn’t been entirely serious in the nature of her attempt to educate him, would have lifted the corners of her lips had she found further delight in his not knowing what he was and then, she stepped closer yet again, this time, only a few more inches.
“I did not ask if you knew who you were, I asked if you knew what you were.” She started, her voice quiet, almost a whisper of what it was. “I can feel the confusion in you Circu, allow me the pleasure of showing you what you are, any fool knows who they are, but would it not be defying yourself to not gain the knowledge of what you are… when it stands before you, a book just waiting to be opened and explored, knowledge to be found, learned, or wasted, it is your choice, I can not choose for you, though, perhaps I can still.” She continued, taking yet another step closer, the gap between the two growing smaller and smaller, though there still remained about a foot between their beings.
The purr that she had earlier allowed to reverberate and echo down through the great chambers of the dungeon had found their return, and now once again bounced through the corridor they still resided in. Diala kept her eyes locked on Circu, still seeing him in his entirety, still enjoying the sight before her, though still, she would never admit it. “Yes, you are whom you make yourself out to be, it is your own will, but I just need you to look within you and seek that part of you that you try to hide, that part that is always questioning.” She began again, this time, her hand coming to rest on the hilt of her sword, though not moving any further. She had no intention of unsheathing it, none at all, it was merely a place to lay her hand while they continued to converse, or, rather she continued to talk to him and he spat back at her with his unseemly and rude comments. “You are angry, why is that?” She questioned then, one fine brow rising.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2006 1:57:14 GMT -5
She offered to educate him, to aid him, and that did not feel right to Circu. Her presence made his hair stand up on end, not out of fear, but for some unknown reason to him. Whenever she spoke or moved he would feel a sudden rush of familiarity, like he had seen it before, heard it before. About her she had an air of cruelty and sadism, something that, oddly enough enticed Circu slightly, her straight forward manner and aggressive aura seemingly sending a chill down his spine. “Why do you want to help me?” He asked, ever so cautiously, his arms still crossed, preventing himself from moving forward without his fullest thought, to avoid being played in any way. “What is your reason, if any, for wanting to reveal what I am?”
At his words he found himself slipping, again, into a fantasy, though slowly as he was aware of it. He thought of what he was, if, perhaps that led to why he was abandoned, why he was ultimately brought in by the royal court and Kalista herself, which led to him being the very person he was now. However, doubt was, as always, present. He figured Kalista would have told him what he was if she had known and if she did not know then it was suspicious indeed. He also wondered as to why this stranger, this executioner, was suddenly interested in him, willing to aid him for no apparent reason, there would, most likely be something she’d want in return. Circu knew that when one deals with a devil it doesn’t.
It was in this half daydream that he came to himself again, the slightly glazed look disappearing from his scarlet orbs and a light appearing behind them once again. He noticed she had moved closer, not a foot separating them, her hand on the hilt of that sword. She inquired as to why he was angry in which he responded. “If I came off rude, angry, I apologize. However, I will not take you up on your offer to learn me in what I am. A book may very well be lying out, waiting to be opened, but as to what information, or even true information may be inside one can not know until they turn back the cover. I do not wish to open that book.” He nodded solemnly and lifted his hood over his head again, began to walk away, that book left unopened, he would have to consult Kalista first…
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Post by no one on Mar 28, 2006 2:51:41 GMT -5
As he began to walk away, a low growl issued from her throat and suddenly all the doors to the dungeon slammed shut with a reverting...
CRACK!
And he found himself face to face with her again, as if she had simply stepped in front of him without moving, but there she was, her white orbs snaking with electricity. It wasn’t the fact that he was denying her to opportunity to tell him what he was, no, as for that, she could have let it go, but it was the mere fact that he had stepped away so rudely without so much as a ‘tip of the hat’ so-to-speak that angered Diala.
“You seem to have a few manners to have ironed out my friend.” She stated, her body absolutely covered in tendrils of electric fingers, her pale skin seeming alive with an iridescent glow. “So, you do not wish to know what it is you are, I want to know why, why do you not wish to find what it is you are, and what it is you fear. For I can see no other reason you would take the cowards way out and walk away without so much as apology for your rude behavior.” She continued, her voice now nowhere near the quiet, smooth voice of earlier but replaced now with a near feral growl, the nails at the tips of her slender fingers had grown, to now depict dangerous claws, her canines slightly elongated as she grinned at him.
Once again, Circu found that her voice sounded in his mind, like a whip it reverberated off his skull, her every word seemed to sear into his very brain, though the growl that came from the undertone of those words remained on the outside for his ears to hear. She had entered his mind again, her hold on his soul evident, and tightly wound. It was not thoughts she sought after, no, she couldn’t careless about his thoughts, it was his soul she sought, his very presence of being and there was no way he’d be able to snake his way out of her grasp without risk to his own being this time, less she wished to release him.
“Look, fool, I, as I said before, can not make you want a single thing, but I do demand a certain respect and do indeed wish for you to hear me out. Kalsita has no idea what you are, nor does another soul in these lands except for those few others like us, and of course, any Necromancer you might come across.” She started again, now stepping back from him and leaning herself against the far wall, her words still coming to him through his mind. “Yes, the Necromancers they will know precisely what you are, and at any given moment, you can fall prey to their advances, if you do not know what it is they seek, and in knowing yourself, it is the only way to keep from falling to them in the long run.” She still continued, a note of seriousness in her tone.
That was the reason for her wanting to help him, that and only that. Her hatred for the Necromancers evident with each time she mentioned them, as her emphasis on her hold on his soul tightened further when she stated the word ‘necromancer’. “But then, perhaps you want to fail your Queen, perhaps you wish to have the Necromancer gain control over her Kingdome..” She sighed. “Because that is what WILL happen you know, in the end, when it really matters, you will falter and loose to him because you are too foolish to see and as well learn what it is you are.” She finished and then released him.
As her words ceased and her hold of his soul relinquished, the doors to the dungeon opened back up, her posture returned to normal and even the presence of any sounds she had made seemed to drift silently away.
“Think about it… Circu, and I am certain you will come to the same conclusion I have. That being.. it is to the benefit of your queen, as well as your own soul that you learn of what you are, and soon.” She paused, her eyes running over him for a moment as she regarded him silently. “The hold I took on your soul, will be nothing in comparison to that of the total control that Master Necromancer will take of you once he discovers you.” She then watched him, her white orbs dancing still with electric wires, coursing through them like live white-blue snakes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2006 22:36:33 GMT -5
Circu was, to be honest, surprised when he was looking into Diala’s white, electrified eyes. For a brief moment he thought she was going to unsheathe her sword and cut him down, but then she spoke, releasing him from that panic. “I did apologize.” He whispered, now very quiet. “I apologized for coming off rude, though perchance you did not see it that way.” His glowing eyes narrowed slightly. “I thought that was an adequate apology. But, to be sure, then…” He paused and turned it over in his head, wondering if he should back down and give another apology. “I am sorry.” He said finally.
The man pulled down his hood and stood up straight. Diala seemed to change as she spoke, pressed him as to why he didn’t wish to know. Her fair skin began to take on an eerie glow, her hands became claw like and her fangs appeared to extend to a dangerous length, her voice now an untamed growl. Once more he felt her words rumble inside his head, reverberating off his mind, lashing his thoughts with her anger. Circu pulled a very brave and, admittedly, stupid move, pushing his face within inches of Diala’s. “And…” He replied as politely as he could. “I find your disregard for my own privacy and mental space very rude. I let you know I did not enjoy your presence in my mind and here you are, inside it again.”
He then found her existence within him, deeper still, snaking around his eternal spirit. It was a painful experience, having his soul restricted and restrained the way it was. He felt such anger that this woman thought she could accomplish such a task, at what she was apparently attempting. He felt the heat of a raging inferno burst to life inside his chest, Diala would not bind him, she would not touch his soul. Circu’s eyes seemed to resonate like the female’s in front of him, glowing more intensely as the flames with him grew.
Diala spoke of the Necromancers, about the possible fall of the kingdom and failure of to his queen. There was another burst of anger at this Circu’s face became grim and hard. He had become very silent, though his eyes still flashed with such emotion that it was plain to see what he would have said anyway, that such thoughts, such things he would not let happen. She was speaking quickly, seriously, and Circu decided on letting her finish, out of some grudged respect that Diala had demanded.
She finished her explanation and Circu felt the grasp on his soul loosen and her voice in his head echo off. The young man looked at Diala, stone-faced and bleak, as he answered her. “If that would be the case,” He said, “then I suppose if I wish to serve my queen then I must…” He glowered at her and bit his tongue. “Though I do not trust you, to be honest, as you have offered this out of thin air, pressed the matter more than enough and intruded on what should be my own privacy, my soul and thoughts.” He looked at her and crossed his arms, adding an after thought. “No disrespect intended.” He said it in such a way that it was honest, yet had a slight bite to it, to show that he did grudgingly accept her terms.
There was a brief silence, his eyes dulling slightly. “And now what happens?” He asked, more of a question that didn’t need answering.
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Post by no one on Mar 28, 2006 23:27:11 GMT -5
Throughout the entire ordeal of her anger at both his rudeness of walking away the way he had as well as his foolish behavior in denying what he was, Circu tried to retaliate from time to time, pushing his face boldly up to hers, a definite ‘not to do’, had she been furious, he’d have had it lobbed off before he could so much as think the movement to stop her. However, this was not her intention, she wouldn’t kill one of her own kind, not over a silly squabble about his stupidity, he was, after all, an Unchained and as she knew herself, she too knew he’d not stand still even in the face of a greater power, if his will was pushed up against the wall.
She heard his words as she spoke, but continued to speak over his retorts or as well his responses. She didn’t care that he had apologized to her, it was over, she had made her point however, after she had finished, Circu released form her painful hold on him, she inclined her head to the Unchained male and then the corners of her lips actually curved up to a slight soft smile as she remained leaned against the cold, hard surface of the dungeon hall.
“I accept your apology Circu, and I make none for my own actions, you need to understand what ground you stand upon and as to how the future can become if you do not head the warning of one of your own kind.” She told him, and then straightened and walked over to him, that soft smile still out of place on her pale features. “Now, you find what it is you are that is what is next.” She replied to his question with a light and sort of matter-of-fact tone.
The air that now began to circulate through the tunnel-like hall of the underground hall grabbed at the ends of their cloaks, moving Diala’s up and out from her back, she sneered slightly and then growled. “Oh stop it.” She demanded, and the breeze, as if listening to her, ceased to grasp at her cloak though still ran through the hall stirring up small dust clouds as it made its way down further into the darkness of her dungeons.
“You are…” Diala turned her white orbs to gaze on him, regarding him for a moment before continuing. “You are what is known as an Unchained, and as to rather you trust me or not, it is none of my concern, as once I have allowed you my knowledge, you will no longer be of a threat to me and my way of life, nor to, your Queen.” She told him and then added an answer to his retort of not trusting her all in one breath. Smashed them together as if neither mattered, as it didn’t. If he had no clue as to what an Unchained was, she’ d begin his education even further. “I do not know if you even know what that entails, but I trust you have at the very least, heard the name before.” She then stated, her tone returning to that silken tone, underlining a great seriousness.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2006 23:55:41 GMT -5
Circu was stunned, slightly, as she revealed what he was. It was as if his stomach had dropped about a foot from where it was supposed to be. He had heard the name before, the fear and mistrust that came with it. There was a moment in which it looked like Circu would’ve walked out right then and there, but that moment passed and he was still standing motionless. Outwardly his face had become impassive in an attempt to block out what he was feeling, or at least letting others know that. He took a deep breath and replied. “I have indeed heard that name, nor associated any good with it.” He looked at her, eyes cold and dead. “Tell me, what are Unchained?”
The man began to worry. Was he trustworthy enough to be in such a close relationship with Queen Kalista? What would happen if he faltered and the necromancers took hold? Would he follow their orders down to the most grisly details, to kill his friend? His stomach dropped another foot and his heart felt like it had stopped beating in his chest, the very blood in his veins chilling at the thought.
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Post by no one on Mar 29, 2006 0:32:33 GMT -5
It was about the reaction she had expected, the uneducated always seemed to take the news of an Unchained in a way that associated them as to be what the Necromancers had created them to be... Mindless puppets for evil use.
“You seem to be not feeling so well Circu.” She nearly purred now, as she looked him over. “Think yourself an awful creature now do you? As well, I am certain your mistrust of me is even greater, I am certain, though whom else could you turn too? Your Queen? No, she wouldn’t know the whole story, she wouldn’t know what to do, how to teach you what you are, what could be made of you, and yes Circu, even I stand the chance, though very slim, of becoming a mindless puppet for the amusements of the foul Master necromancer that still resides here in this very realm.” She continued. “Now, do you understand the reasoning behind the uncharacteristic destruction of the human filth I sliced in half out there today? Yes, he was a Necromancer, though neither a Master nor anywhere near half the power of the one we have to be wary of in the very realm you protect. He was still one of the foul race and knew what I was, and would have, sought to try and obtain the power to confine me, foolishly enough.” She told him now as she went on. “You are not a foul creature Circu, no, the Unchained are a race of their own will, creatures who are truly perhaps the only creatures of earth that stand alone without a God or ruler. We are one of a kind, powerful, very powerful and with the power bestowed upon us, we have a responsibility to maintain who we are.” She explained, her words near tumbling from her lips now, her tone more friendly than he would have ever expected. “If you would feel so inclined as to listen to me, try and trust me Circu, truly, I mean you no harm, you are one in the same as I, and that is enough for you to have earned my loyalty.” She admitted to him willingly.
Diala had outwardly admitted her loyalty to Circu, something he would know the creature that stood before him would never give lightly, nor would she admit to being loyal to any soul, but, little to his knowledge, his being one of her own kind merited respect, as well, she had vowed that if she did run into any of her own kind, she’d take care of them, teach them if necessary, protect them as if they were her own flesh. In short, perhaps the only thing she did care about, was the Unchained.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2006 0:53:22 GMT -5
Circu felt the lightness in her voice and heard her admit loyalty. He realized that, despite mistrust, he should at least give her the benefit of the doubt, as he knew she was right, that she was most likely to only one that could help him now. The newly discovered Unchained felt himself crumbling inside; the news of what he was still a shock to him. He felt alone, suddenly and quickly, as if that news had pulled him into a new world separate of his friends and loved ones. He raised his eyes so that they locked with Diala’s, she was his kind, she was not separate from him. “What… do I say?” He whispered. “To Kalista…”
The Unchained male felt like a child in the presence of his woman, someone that has had the knowledge of what she was much longer than he. “So what is to happen now?” He said, much like what he said before. “What happens to me?” He bit his lower lip slightly, breaking the mask of an unbreakable individual, letting his fangs slide over his lips and show briefly. He did not know what made him say her name, he had not before, but he felt it appropriate. “Diala?”
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Post by no one on Mar 29, 2006 1:16:12 GMT -5
Diala felt his pain, his confusion, his outright despair as to the news and she felt it deeply turning the ruthless sadistic Unchained soul instantly into what would be considered as emotional. Her white eyes seemed to loose their electric aura and her stance even relaxed, and she now put a hand on his shoulder, her touch though uncertain was nonetheless soft as her fingers clasped about his strong shoulder as soft as any woman.
“You will tell her the truth, tell her what you are so she knows the risks she is taking, so she can be aware of the possibilities.” Diala told him upfront with no hint of trying to hide any truth from him, her eyes softly gazing at his. “Though you think nit is over for you, it isn’t, you now know what you are, and with my help, you will learn to know how to protect yourself as well.” She went on, her voice serious and firm, yet soft and actually caring as well. “You are not lost Circu, you are who you are, who you have always been, it is that now, you know what you are to go along with it., and what you are my friend, is the most feared and powerful creatures on this planet. How you choose to use that information is totally up to you however, and remember this…” She paused, the hand on his shoulder sliding off now to rest again on the hilt of her sword. “You are not alone, you never will be, and we are linked, all of us. Every Unchained knows another when they come across one another; it is how I knew what you are. However, the down side to that, is every necromancer knows what we are as well.” She still continued. “Though, you too will know a Necromancer when you feel one, I will teach you the difference, show you the difference.” She went on. “Do you think you can remember the feeling of attachment between us?” She asked, her eyes still fixed steadily on his own. “The warmth, the familiarity?” She still continued. “When you come across any Unchained, you will feel this, no matter how strong or weak they might be. The bond between our kind is strong, almost as if we were meant to be able to find one another no matter the crowd.” She finished.
This was something she’d been thinking of and learning over her many years, the knowledge she gained from the master she had killed, from her father was great but since then, Diala had stumbled across documents from old, written by the Necromancers who had created them. She knew what they were, and she knew everything about what they were, as well as what they could become, the darkness that could devour them so effectively if they were caught unknowingly. All this she would explain to him, everything, he needed to know.
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