11-14-2015, 11:40 PM
“What dangers lie in this horrible darkness..” she said quietly, and whispers of dark returned her voice to her, as pairs of eyes fell on her from all sides, glowing red and yellow but their forms undetectable as they fell captive to the shadows.
Caira froze, her demeanor stiffened, the enchanted bones had kept them away from her, as she was in the center of their scatter, however sooner or later one would begin to slink its way across the labyrinth of light. The Prime’s eyes fell to the light, and Caira noticed that the creatures, intangible, could not touch it as they lunged in her direction, but with heinous growls to show their frustration.
“What are you...” her voice grew horrified, perhaps they were the distorted and banished souls of the very skeletons that the cloaked figure had desecrated.
Another shadow beast burst from the shadows, wild teeth aimed at her shoulder, it was in the shape of a vicious wolf, but twice the size. Her sword came out of its sheath and lit the room aglow, suddenly, the baying of the creatures became less, and the eyes of the beasts dissipated. They responded well to the light, as all creatures of shadows should. Caira’s eyes began to look at the still magnificent beast that stood, searing in the rays of light reflected from the skeleton bones beneath its feet, and the light that gleamed from her sword. Would it be enough?
"What’s wrong, beast?” It had yielded before attacking her, which was uncharacteristic of a foe about to rip her freaking head off. It certainly wove fear into her more than pain from a bite would have.
The beast bowed to her.
The Prime was unfamiliar of the battle between the shadows and the light, and knew nothing about what the gesture meant. Time echoed through the dome’s walls, Caira kept her sword high and ready to strike with the glow, but the beast remained tame.
Many moments passed, and after what felt like hours, her legs started to creak with fatigue, just like the walls. Caira relinquished her offensive pose, and switched her sword to a defensive posture, and the beast rose once more as she willed her sword to a dim, its pale gleam could still be seen through the skeletons reflected the gloaming away from her.
A voice came from the beast’s head, but it had no lips for words to exit, only horrible teeth that looked as if she had been bitten, she would have fallen into the same abyss they had. (Later, she would read, these were called either shadow wolves, or werewolves.) The sleek, deep, and aggressive voice sounded as though it would attack her once more, at least, until she considered its request.
“Cleanse this place. Free us, and do not return.”
The beast fell back to the shadows and closed its eyes, waiting. Caira had been shown mercy, if that was what she could call it, and she would do the same for it.
“You dead yet? Torn apart by the hounds from the darkest depths of hell?” The iniquitous voice cackled from above, it was the cloaked figure whom had called with an echoing voice through the barred door.
A frown weighed on her lips. She’d have to kill him.
Caira froze, her demeanor stiffened, the enchanted bones had kept them away from her, as she was in the center of their scatter, however sooner or later one would begin to slink its way across the labyrinth of light. The Prime’s eyes fell to the light, and Caira noticed that the creatures, intangible, could not touch it as they lunged in her direction, but with heinous growls to show their frustration.
“What are you...” her voice grew horrified, perhaps they were the distorted and banished souls of the very skeletons that the cloaked figure had desecrated.
Another shadow beast burst from the shadows, wild teeth aimed at her shoulder, it was in the shape of a vicious wolf, but twice the size. Her sword came out of its sheath and lit the room aglow, suddenly, the baying of the creatures became less, and the eyes of the beasts dissipated. They responded well to the light, as all creatures of shadows should. Caira’s eyes began to look at the still magnificent beast that stood, searing in the rays of light reflected from the skeleton bones beneath its feet, and the light that gleamed from her sword. Would it be enough?
"What’s wrong, beast?” It had yielded before attacking her, which was uncharacteristic of a foe about to rip her freaking head off. It certainly wove fear into her more than pain from a bite would have.
The beast bowed to her.
The Prime was unfamiliar of the battle between the shadows and the light, and knew nothing about what the gesture meant. Time echoed through the dome’s walls, Caira kept her sword high and ready to strike with the glow, but the beast remained tame.
Many moments passed, and after what felt like hours, her legs started to creak with fatigue, just like the walls. Caira relinquished her offensive pose, and switched her sword to a defensive posture, and the beast rose once more as she willed her sword to a dim, its pale gleam could still be seen through the skeletons reflected the gloaming away from her.
A voice came from the beast’s head, but it had no lips for words to exit, only horrible teeth that looked as if she had been bitten, she would have fallen into the same abyss they had. (Later, she would read, these were called either shadow wolves, or werewolves.) The sleek, deep, and aggressive voice sounded as though it would attack her once more, at least, until she considered its request.
“Cleanse this place. Free us, and do not return.”
The beast fell back to the shadows and closed its eyes, waiting. Caira had been shown mercy, if that was what she could call it, and she would do the same for it.
“You dead yet? Torn apart by the hounds from the darkest depths of hell?” The iniquitous voice cackled from above, it was the cloaked figure whom had called with an echoing voice through the barred door.
A frown weighed on her lips. She’d have to kill him.
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