08-22-2016, 09:45 AM
While Ebony waited for everyone she was with in the Nexus to be ready to go wherever they might be going, she sat and did something she usually did not do: she sat and thought back on the way her life had went up until this point.
She had been born in the Forgotten Realms, to two high-ranking Drow of the Baenre family. As such, she had been given all the privileges a Drow might have, though these were very limited. Like all of her kind, she had had to fight for survival, though she got help when and where her parents were able. Before she was of teenaged years, she had been forced to defend herself, fighting to the death, against everyone she had thought, in her relative innocence, had been her friends. She had killed all of them, for trying to kill her, and oddly, felt no remorse after doing so, simply reasoning that if they had tried to kill her, it was in her rights to kill them for trying, since they had failed to get the job done.
This had, of course, been noticed, both by her parents, and by the ruling class of her race, and she had been taken to learn from some of their most skilled teachers, in how to fight, in how to torture, and also in how to either break someone or be broken by them. She remembered her first time, having been brutally assaulted by one of her teachers, in an attempt to break her. She had not broken, and as a result, found out just how much she liked to be the one in charge, as being the bottom, quite honestly, sucked. It was also during this time that she found out what she was good at, in fact, one of the best that her teachers had ever seen. She, as a pre-teen, could keep her victims alive for around two weeks, with no magical aid, a time that only increased with practice and application of her skills.
This skill-set, along with another proclivity she found for finding an opponent;s breaking point, quickly vaulted her up in the ranks, until she, prior to becoming an adult, had ascended to being the premier interrogator for her House, the one brought in when everyone else had failed, something which she was never known to have done, ever, in all her years of being in the position. She was eminently loyal as well, at least for the time being, though she like most drow, was actively scheming and plotting on how to take over the seat of power for herself.
One day, however, as she was walking towards a prisoner whom she was supposed to interrogate, when a young male drow, one in fact whom she had been rather fond of and had thought to make part of her life once she took over, walked up behind her, taking advantage of her distraction and pleasure at seeing him, sticking a knife into her back, a perfectly placed strike that severed her spinal column, ,leaving her lying on the ground, bleeding out.
It was at this time that she heard a voice saying in her head, "You will not die yet, as I have use for you. A bright flash transported her away, and she stood, unharmed, in front of a tall man with golden hair and a welcoming smile. "I am Lukas", he had said, "And this is my universe, ,one I created because I believed many of my fellow omnipotent beings are doing it wrong. I have use for you here, in my universe. And so began the second part of her life.
Ebony found it to be a strange place, a place she did not fit into well, as it seemed to be a much more gentle place, one where people actually cared for one another. She found the Drow, especially, to be a shadow of what she was used to, after all they did not even worship Lolth, or any of the other Drow gods, instead their worship was of a beautiful Drow woman with dragon blood flowing through her veins, Zara. Ebony did not care for her, as she found her soft, did her best to stay separate from the queen entirely.
Zara did not resent this, as a matter of fact, she permitted, even encouraged it. One day however, in a familiar flash, Ebony found herself in an unfamiliar location, seeing unfamiliar faces, and stuck in close proximity to them, on a raft. She had heard of things like this before, cursing the one who had brought her here, as now she was stuck doing his bidding, a pawn in yet another greater being's game.
She took out her anger on those around her, first molesting, and doing other terrible things to a human girl who had done nothing to her, in her finding something she had never before encountered, a girl whose belief kept her from breaking. The first male she acquired, a neko, had not been so lucky, having broken within a few days of her torturing and raping him. She had been with him for a while, before encountering several others whom she had taken as her pets as well, a unwilling hermaphrodite wolf, another neko, and lastly, a small drow girl, whose life had been even worse than Ebony's up until this point.
Strangely, Ebony felt something she had never felt before, a softening of her hard, ice cold heart, towards the little drow girl first, then towards the wolf girl, then lastly towards her two Neko. It was a strange thing, and not exactly something she knew how to deal with, as she muddled through it. Her heart almost broke at what had been done to the little drow girl, and she determined to kill those responsible in retribution, up until now, a foreign concept.
She found out something that scared her tremendously, though, as the little drow girl who had cracked her icy heart and had taken her blood crystal denoting her as Mistress, had turned out to be the daughter of the Drow Queen, or as many called her, the Drow Goddess, of the new area. However, instead of being insulted, and killing Ebony, it simply made Zara pay more attention to the young girl, and eventually decide to teach her, with the ultimate goal of having Ebony succeed her as the new High Queen of the drow, even though their ideas and ideals were quite a bit different. Then, just like before, when she was about to get something good in her life, the second rift had happened, and now she was here in the Omniverse.
Finding herself getting sentimental, and missing her marked ones terribly, Ebony suddenly sat up, angry at herself for allowing herself to end up distracted. After all, had she not just bitched at Eda for doing something similar. She muttered to herself, angrily, before snapping around to ensure no one had snuck up on her while she was daydreaming.
She had been born in the Forgotten Realms, to two high-ranking Drow of the Baenre family. As such, she had been given all the privileges a Drow might have, though these were very limited. Like all of her kind, she had had to fight for survival, though she got help when and where her parents were able. Before she was of teenaged years, she had been forced to defend herself, fighting to the death, against everyone she had thought, in her relative innocence, had been her friends. She had killed all of them, for trying to kill her, and oddly, felt no remorse after doing so, simply reasoning that if they had tried to kill her, it was in her rights to kill them for trying, since they had failed to get the job done.
This had, of course, been noticed, both by her parents, and by the ruling class of her race, and she had been taken to learn from some of their most skilled teachers, in how to fight, in how to torture, and also in how to either break someone or be broken by them. She remembered her first time, having been brutally assaulted by one of her teachers, in an attempt to break her. She had not broken, and as a result, found out just how much she liked to be the one in charge, as being the bottom, quite honestly, sucked. It was also during this time that she found out what she was good at, in fact, one of the best that her teachers had ever seen. She, as a pre-teen, could keep her victims alive for around two weeks, with no magical aid, a time that only increased with practice and application of her skills.
This skill-set, along with another proclivity she found for finding an opponent;s breaking point, quickly vaulted her up in the ranks, until she, prior to becoming an adult, had ascended to being the premier interrogator for her House, the one brought in when everyone else had failed, something which she was never known to have done, ever, in all her years of being in the position. She was eminently loyal as well, at least for the time being, though she like most drow, was actively scheming and plotting on how to take over the seat of power for herself.
One day, however, as she was walking towards a prisoner whom she was supposed to interrogate, when a young male drow, one in fact whom she had been rather fond of and had thought to make part of her life once she took over, walked up behind her, taking advantage of her distraction and pleasure at seeing him, sticking a knife into her back, a perfectly placed strike that severed her spinal column, ,leaving her lying on the ground, bleeding out.
It was at this time that she heard a voice saying in her head, "You will not die yet, as I have use for you. A bright flash transported her away, and she stood, unharmed, in front of a tall man with golden hair and a welcoming smile. "I am Lukas", he had said, "And this is my universe, ,one I created because I believed many of my fellow omnipotent beings are doing it wrong. I have use for you here, in my universe. And so began the second part of her life.
Ebony found it to be a strange place, a place she did not fit into well, as it seemed to be a much more gentle place, one where people actually cared for one another. She found the Drow, especially, to be a shadow of what she was used to, after all they did not even worship Lolth, or any of the other Drow gods, instead their worship was of a beautiful Drow woman with dragon blood flowing through her veins, Zara. Ebony did not care for her, as she found her soft, did her best to stay separate from the queen entirely.
Zara did not resent this, as a matter of fact, she permitted, even encouraged it. One day however, in a familiar flash, Ebony found herself in an unfamiliar location, seeing unfamiliar faces, and stuck in close proximity to them, on a raft. She had heard of things like this before, cursing the one who had brought her here, as now she was stuck doing his bidding, a pawn in yet another greater being's game.
She took out her anger on those around her, first molesting, and doing other terrible things to a human girl who had done nothing to her, in her finding something she had never before encountered, a girl whose belief kept her from breaking. The first male she acquired, a neko, had not been so lucky, having broken within a few days of her torturing and raping him. She had been with him for a while, before encountering several others whom she had taken as her pets as well, a unwilling hermaphrodite wolf, another neko, and lastly, a small drow girl, whose life had been even worse than Ebony's up until this point.
Strangely, Ebony felt something she had never felt before, a softening of her hard, ice cold heart, towards the little drow girl first, then towards the wolf girl, then lastly towards her two Neko. It was a strange thing, and not exactly something she knew how to deal with, as she muddled through it. Her heart almost broke at what had been done to the little drow girl, and she determined to kill those responsible in retribution, up until now, a foreign concept.
She found out something that scared her tremendously, though, as the little drow girl who had cracked her icy heart and had taken her blood crystal denoting her as Mistress, had turned out to be the daughter of the Drow Queen, or as many called her, the Drow Goddess, of the new area. However, instead of being insulted, and killing Ebony, it simply made Zara pay more attention to the young girl, and eventually decide to teach her, with the ultimate goal of having Ebony succeed her as the new High Queen of the drow, even though their ideas and ideals were quite a bit different. Then, just like before, when she was about to get something good in her life, the second rift had happened, and now she was here in the Omniverse.
Finding herself getting sentimental, and missing her marked ones terribly, Ebony suddenly sat up, angry at herself for allowing herself to end up distracted. After all, had she not just bitched at Eda for doing something similar. She muttered to herself, angrily, before snapping around to ensure no one had snuck up on her while she was daydreaming.