Post by Fayerin on Nov 4, 2013 23:05:42 GMT -5
Her outstretched hand trembled as she looked upon the destruction she had wrought, the once immaculate room now spattered with the blood and gore from the tiny bodies of Dark Elf children, their limbs strewn in pieces about the floor. She raised her hand quickly to her mouth and turned away from the scene as bile rose in her throat, blinking rapidly in an attempt to stay the welling tears. They were nought but babes, huddled as they had peered in pleading fear, and she had cut them down without mercy.
The sound of laughter drew her from her internal suffering. She had failed to notice her brother's approach and her heart sank further as she saw the obvious pleasure upon his face in his witness to her murders and the pain it had caused her.
<"Are you trembling, dear sister? You had best hope that Matron Kel'breena does not learn of your weakness. It would be a pity if you had to be locked away for conditioning yet again,"> his tone was mocking and the expression in his eyes made it quite clear that there would be a high price to pay for his silence, <"Come now, the house is fallen and we gather to slip away into the night as though we were never here. There will be much celebration for our newest rank among the houses.">
<"At what cost..."> The young elf muttered before she could catch her words. It earned her a strong back-hand from the young Helvi'rahel prince, searing her face with the pain of the sting and the split of her lip from the impact as it knocked her spinning to the ground.
<"You will watch your tongue you insolent wretch!"> He hissed before regaining his composure. His eyes roved her prone form, sliding from the smooth blue-grey skin of her bared leg along her still forming curves before coming to rest on the darkening bruise the slap had left upon her sculpted face. She had grown to be quite exotic in his opinion, perhaps not as good as a full blooded Dark Elf, but enough of a beauty that she would be a delight to see laid bare upon a bed. He crouched down and reached out to stroke his fingers along the injured cheek, trailing a thumb to wipe the blood from her dark velvet lips.
<"Dearest sister,"> he whispered into her ear, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair, <"You shouldn't make me so angry. It pains me to have to strike you, but better I than the punishment Matron Kel'breena would lay upon you had she heard such blasphemous words fall from your lips.">
She smacked his hand away from her face, ignoring the hardening gaze of his eyes as she raised herself from the floor to walk away. No doubt he would tattle to the Matron, and her punishment would be severe, but she would not suffer his lecherous attentions, nor his attempts to control her through threat. She could do this no more. With every life she took, even those innately evil, her heart grew heavier. She was little more than a slave, expected to follow the treacherous ways of the Dark Elves and their worship of Ramael.
She slowed to a stop, leaning against the wall before sliding down it to sit upon the floor and bury her head into her knees, the tears she had fought so hard against finally streaming down her cheeks. She could never follow Ramael, it was against all she stood for in her heart, but amongst the Dark Elves even the slightest hint that she might cherish the ways of Cosmos, the ever loving and benevolent goddess, would mean her death.
And they had been nought but children, their blood upon her hands.
The sound of laughter drew her from her internal suffering. She had failed to notice her brother's approach and her heart sank further as she saw the obvious pleasure upon his face in his witness to her murders and the pain it had caused her.
<"Are you trembling, dear sister? You had best hope that Matron Kel'breena does not learn of your weakness. It would be a pity if you had to be locked away for conditioning yet again,"> his tone was mocking and the expression in his eyes made it quite clear that there would be a high price to pay for his silence, <"Come now, the house is fallen and we gather to slip away into the night as though we were never here. There will be much celebration for our newest rank among the houses.">
<"At what cost..."> The young elf muttered before she could catch her words. It earned her a strong back-hand from the young Helvi'rahel prince, searing her face with the pain of the sting and the split of her lip from the impact as it knocked her spinning to the ground.
<"You will watch your tongue you insolent wretch!"> He hissed before regaining his composure. His eyes roved her prone form, sliding from the smooth blue-grey skin of her bared leg along her still forming curves before coming to rest on the darkening bruise the slap had left upon her sculpted face. She had grown to be quite exotic in his opinion, perhaps not as good as a full blooded Dark Elf, but enough of a beauty that she would be a delight to see laid bare upon a bed. He crouched down and reached out to stroke his fingers along the injured cheek, trailing a thumb to wipe the blood from her dark velvet lips.
<"Dearest sister,"> he whispered into her ear, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair, <"You shouldn't make me so angry. It pains me to have to strike you, but better I than the punishment Matron Kel'breena would lay upon you had she heard such blasphemous words fall from your lips.">
She smacked his hand away from her face, ignoring the hardening gaze of his eyes as she raised herself from the floor to walk away. No doubt he would tattle to the Matron, and her punishment would be severe, but she would not suffer his lecherous attentions, nor his attempts to control her through threat. She could do this no more. With every life she took, even those innately evil, her heart grew heavier. She was little more than a slave, expected to follow the treacherous ways of the Dark Elves and their worship of Ramael.
She slowed to a stop, leaning against the wall before sliding down it to sit upon the floor and bury her head into her knees, the tears she had fought so hard against finally streaming down her cheeks. She could never follow Ramael, it was against all she stood for in her heart, but amongst the Dark Elves even the slightest hint that she might cherish the ways of Cosmos, the ever loving and benevolent goddess, would mean her death.
And they had been nought but children, their blood upon her hands.