01-27-2016, 12:41 AM
Te’Zali entered the throne room, low on her belly like a snake in the grass. Concealing herself behind meeting tables, she bitterly made her way to where she and her husband ruled. She approached and pressed her back against her seat, peering behind it to see Zabajin standing over a red haired woman. A look of disbelief spread across the priestess' face, her eyes becoming wide and haunting, like the harvest moon. Bringing a human back here was an evil doing that can not go without repercussions. Te’Zali could not fathom any reason to bring this girl back to their village alive.
Lifting her head to the heavens, she sucked the winter air into her nostrils. The White Haired Healer concentrated her body, and focused on the air around her, envisioning it dancing high above her head. With her energy force billowing out of her, she focused on the entryway of the hall. Using a little more effort, she summoned a gust of wind to gently push the door open. The priestess lay ready like a lioness, hunting prey of the savannah. Sweat gleamed from her nose as she patiently waited for her time to strike. Her sharp fingers gripped the hilt of her blade, she was more than ready. The priestess saw that her husband had his eyes focused on ‘The Red Woman’, he was hypnotized by her wicked magic. Baring her teeth in rage, Priestess Te’Zali forced the door closed with a heavy thump, causing Zabajin to turn his head.
Now is my chance, the white-haired healer thought, as she lunged from the shadows.
Like an alligator emerging, hungrily out of the water, she sighted her prey. Te’Zali had a fist full of crimson hair before Zabajin knew what was happening. In a blink of an eye, the priestess had her prey and her knife across the girl's pasty neck.
Te’Zali eyes turned a ghostly, pale color, as the sound of a soft steady heartbeat abruptly stopped time. Then everything around her faded off into existence. She was soaring high above the snow falling sky over her village. She flew above the mighty tree top, whose roots were the foundation of her village. Everything appeared to be larger than life until she saw something on the horizon. Suddenly Te’Zali was in one of the underground tunnels and witnessed frightening beasts make their way to her home. The feeling of suffering and violence hit the priestess like lighting.
To Orihime, everything seemed to be going well for the most part. For now, her life was not at risk from the troll king. However, being that this chief was a ferocious killer, she was not out of hot water. That was until she felt the sharp pain of her hair being pulled and in an instant, she was back in harm's way.
Zabajin knew he had made a mistake when he turned away from her, he saw his wife, ready to kill. If anyone thought they could get away with killing his prize, it was his wife.
“No!” barked Zabajin furiously. He saw his wife’s eyes frost over and he knew his wife was experiencing the gods. Acting quickly, he drew both of his war axes, focusing his energy on them. His axes rapidly turned ablaze, as a rush of heat expelled from the blades, scorching the hard wooden surface. Ash rained from chief’s weapons burning with fire and surrounding him with waves of hot lava.
“Let her go!” The chief snarled, shifting to Te’Zali with his war axe, eager to make contact with flesh. Breathing heavily, he kept his sight on her, while the lava continued to burn hotter and hotter.
“How dare you?!” Te’Zali hissed at him, not softening her grip on Orihime. “She is going to end us all, I have seen-”
“Stop.” The chief interrupted the priestess with authority in his voice. “I don’t care what you have seen. I am Chief. You will let her go or you will die.”
Te’Zali’s mouth dropped to the floor, in outrage, she screamed, “You wouldn’t dare-”
Her thought was interrupted by a blazing axe, whizzing by her face, and slightly grazing her cheek. She felt boils beginning to blister from the heat of her husband's weapon. The trail of lava that followed burned the arm she was using to keep hold of her captive, causing her prey to squeak in fear.
Her face was as hard as stone while she tried her best to control the fear that rippled throughout her body. She believed he would kill her, and his betrayal put her in an uncontrollable rage. His wife understood the look on Zabajin’s face, like an angry dragon who caught you stealing from his treasure. Biting her lip roughly, she pondering her next move carefully, making no sudden movements. “Why are you doing this Zabajin?” the priestess pleaded.
Beating his fist against his chest, “I am chief, it is not your say.”
Lifting her head to the heavens, she sucked the winter air into her nostrils. The White Haired Healer concentrated her body, and focused on the air around her, envisioning it dancing high above her head. With her energy force billowing out of her, she focused on the entryway of the hall. Using a little more effort, she summoned a gust of wind to gently push the door open. The priestess lay ready like a lioness, hunting prey of the savannah. Sweat gleamed from her nose as she patiently waited for her time to strike. Her sharp fingers gripped the hilt of her blade, she was more than ready. The priestess saw that her husband had his eyes focused on ‘The Red Woman’, he was hypnotized by her wicked magic. Baring her teeth in rage, Priestess Te’Zali forced the door closed with a heavy thump, causing Zabajin to turn his head.
Now is my chance, the white-haired healer thought, as she lunged from the shadows.
Like an alligator emerging, hungrily out of the water, she sighted her prey. Te’Zali had a fist full of crimson hair before Zabajin knew what was happening. In a blink of an eye, the priestess had her prey and her knife across the girl's pasty neck.
Te’Zali eyes turned a ghostly, pale color, as the sound of a soft steady heartbeat abruptly stopped time. Then everything around her faded off into existence. She was soaring high above the snow falling sky over her village. She flew above the mighty tree top, whose roots were the foundation of her village. Everything appeared to be larger than life until she saw something on the horizon. Suddenly Te’Zali was in one of the underground tunnels and witnessed frightening beasts make their way to her home. The feeling of suffering and violence hit the priestess like lighting.
To Orihime, everything seemed to be going well for the most part. For now, her life was not at risk from the troll king. However, being that this chief was a ferocious killer, she was not out of hot water. That was until she felt the sharp pain of her hair being pulled and in an instant, she was back in harm's way.
Zabajin knew he had made a mistake when he turned away from her, he saw his wife, ready to kill. If anyone thought they could get away with killing his prize, it was his wife.
“No!” barked Zabajin furiously. He saw his wife’s eyes frost over and he knew his wife was experiencing the gods. Acting quickly, he drew both of his war axes, focusing his energy on them. His axes rapidly turned ablaze, as a rush of heat expelled from the blades, scorching the hard wooden surface. Ash rained from chief’s weapons burning with fire and surrounding him with waves of hot lava.
“Let her go!” The chief snarled, shifting to Te’Zali with his war axe, eager to make contact with flesh. Breathing heavily, he kept his sight on her, while the lava continued to burn hotter and hotter.
“How dare you?!” Te’Zali hissed at him, not softening her grip on Orihime. “She is going to end us all, I have seen-”
“Stop.” The chief interrupted the priestess with authority in his voice. “I don’t care what you have seen. I am Chief. You will let her go or you will die.”
Te’Zali’s mouth dropped to the floor, in outrage, she screamed, “You wouldn’t dare-”
Her thought was interrupted by a blazing axe, whizzing by her face, and slightly grazing her cheek. She felt boils beginning to blister from the heat of her husband's weapon. The trail of lava that followed burned the arm she was using to keep hold of her captive, causing her prey to squeak in fear.
Her face was as hard as stone while she tried her best to control the fear that rippled throughout her body. She believed he would kill her, and his betrayal put her in an uncontrollable rage. His wife understood the look on Zabajin’s face, like an angry dragon who caught you stealing from his treasure. Biting her lip roughly, she pondering her next move carefully, making no sudden movements. “Why are you doing this Zabajin?” the priestess pleaded.
Beating his fist against his chest, “I am chief, it is not your say.”
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