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Amanda was nowhere to be found when morning broke over the encampment. Truthfully, there was little time and chance to look for her, as the break of dawn coincided with the first attack the tribe had seen in months. Eggman started up brushing back hair that stuck to sweaty, bloodied temples.
Someone walking on my grave...
And whispers, here and there, the last howls of the few surviving creatures to be disposed of even now. His flesh crawled, and he looked down at bloodied hands, slowly retreating claws back into fingers, fangs back into teeth as man stood where dragon had once been. The blood wasn't his. He could still taste the foul blood of the interlopers, foul things animated by darker things in the Beyond. Rana's laughter, though oddly enough Aryck's taint was missing from the mix.
"It wasn't me."
A whisper in the wind and Egg half turned, a scowl descending as aquamarine eyes darkened. Aryck. "Why should I care, betrayer?" The bard's response was gruff and weary, too exhausted to put venom into his words. He could, he knew it now. He'd felt Aryck's own darkness seep into his soul the longer that their bond continued to grow stronger.
"Eggman--" There might have been a trace of regret, the image forming of Rana's acolyte as Aryck phantasmal form reached within the bard's own mind, insubstantial fingers tracing that figure. " Aye, the darkness lingers. Should it disturb you more than your own light corrupting my desires?"
The fern blazed from the ashen cheek, and Eggman felt, for an instant, that if he were to touch his own cheek he'd feel the contours of the tattoo branding their way onto his skin. "You did this, despite what you might say." He gazed about to where the tribesmen and Rai still disposed of the last creatures, Oog hidden away with the older women despite her loud protests. "Do you deny this is your mistress' taint, Aryck, to syphon life from men and turn them into husks?" His eyes shut with a growl a sudden shudder.
"No." There was a defeat in the elf's voice, a curious tug. "No, but I am honest in my darkness, Eggman. I never pretended to be but that which I have ever been. Even -that-... she molded." A shiver, and memories of Fern that flitted through that thread that bound them before he subdued them viciously. " Look to your own Bard. See then whom you may still name betrayer."
Eggman was silent a while, before rubbing bloodied hands on the bard costume he had worn the previous night, the only clothing he'd had the chance to thrown on when the attack had suddenly begun.
"Jealous, Aryck? I though the undead could not feel." But didn't he? Aryck's abuse during that first night... the pleasure had to be genuine at the last. The longer their bond grew, the more it pulled them taut the more Eggman began to feel the emptiness within the other receding. Perhaps the bastard was simply sapping -him- dry.
Aryck snorted, though something flared to life at that accusation. Heated anger, which surprised him in his intensity, and he bit back a retort. " Sleep with whom you wish bard, it matters not." This, this was the Aryck that he knew, the taunting as he felt that ghostly touch over him. Within him. He bit back a sound, eyes shuttering. No, he was long past the stage where he could shut the phantom out, prevent him from invading him in dreams as he had once in the flesh.
"It wasn't me." Aryck repeated, oddly intent in that assertion as his touches lingered, probed, procured hated reactions. "Listen. This. -This- I can still do to you, inflame your lusts when you are weakest, invade your mind. But last night. The dreams that weren't dreams, the ones you don't recall. That wasn't me." A frown, possessive in his hatred. This man, this creature was his, by the incomplete binding. Not even Rana's no, and it was that denial that he knew had thrust him from her grace and made him choose another acolyte, the one that ravaged over Taluzan. " It was another that called your name and played upon this instrument of flesh." A whisper. "Ask what she took from you, bard, when your seed grows into a sapling." Tiredly, and then the contact was abruptly cut, leaving the bard gasping for breath, for release of that blood's madness even as Aryck's words filtered in.
The blue eyes widened and he could have shrieked then, at the recollection of other hands over his skin, other touches that had managed...
Amanda.
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Amanda frowned, arms crossed in her irritation.
"This wasn't part of the deal mage." She let out a hiss and a low imprecation, not liking the idea of being forced to stay. "You were to look out for my guild.... to see they weren't punished. I have heard nothing from them, and here you expect me to wait even longer?"
Drayton didn't turn to face her, intent on reading his scrying sphere. Dark red hair trailed loose and unconcerned a scowl slowly forming. Rana had clearly shown her hand, betrayed him and chosen... what, to take Liam in as a new acolyte? She couldn't be as foolish as to think the man's arrogance would brooch such imposition. And where was the elf's shadow, Quinn? Nowhere to be seen.
"Our arrangement was satisfactory at the time, woman. You will stay here until I am certain that you carry his child within, and you give birth. Afterwards feel free to crawl back to that foxhole for all I care. In the meantime, I am justified in protecting that which is precious to my ends." Even if it grew even now within the woman. He could feel the presence... so like Eggman's when he'd found the bard -still a child- within the ruins of the passes, coccooned in his mother's magic. Tier na Lua had done much to protect the boy, and even then --- before Drayton's own change --- he'd known him unique.
"IT is not satisfactory!" Her growl was unmistakable, green eyes blazing. " Listen.. I'm not a mother, do you understand?I do not particularly care for a parasite within me any longer than necessary. If you don't agree to my terms, I can still -end- this." She paused, eyes narrowed to watch him, and at this he did turn, anger brewing.
"You threaten me?" That thought was almost amusing. Her guild had been the first he'd turned within the catacombs, had offered to Rana to secure -her- aid. There would be little left for the thief even now. "We are in Taluzan. Here you hold no power, woman, and do not forget that I am not so easily betrayed." (...)
Are HERE! Cut for length :
Amanda was nowhere to be found when morning broke over the encampment. Truthfully, there was little time and chance to look for her, as the break of dawn coincided with the first attack the tribe had seen in months. Eggman started up brushing back hair that stuck to sweaty, bloodied temples.
Someone walking on my grave...
And whispers, here and there, the last howls of the few surviving creatures to be disposed of even now. His flesh crawled, and he looked down at bloodied hands, slowly retreating claws back into fingers, fangs back into teeth as man stood where dragon had once been. The blood wasn't his. He could still taste the foul blood of the interlopers, foul things animated by darker things in the Beyond. Rana's laughter, though oddly enough Aryck's taint was missing from the mix.
"It wasn't me."
A whisper in the wind and Egg half turned, a scowl descending as aquamarine eyes darkened. Aryck. "Why should I care, betrayer?" The bard's response was gruff and weary, too exhausted to put venom into his words. He could, he knew it now. He'd felt Aryck's own darkness seep into his soul the longer that their bond continued to grow stronger.
"Eggman--" There might have been a trace of regret, the image forming of Rana's acolyte as Aryck phantasmal form reached within the bard's own mind, insubstantial fingers tracing that figure. " Aye, the darkness lingers. Should it disturb you more than your own light corrupting my desires?"
The fern blazed from the ashen cheek, and Eggman felt, for an instant, that if he were to touch his own cheek he'd feel the contours of the tattoo branding their way onto his skin. "You did this, despite what you might say." He gazed about to where the tribesmen and Rai still disposed of the last creatures, Oog hidden away with the older women despite her loud protests. "Do you deny this is your mistress' taint, Aryck, to syphon life from men and turn them into husks?" His eyes shut with a growl a sudden shudder.
"No." There was a defeat in the elf's voice, a curious tug. "No, but I am honest in my darkness, Eggman. I never pretended to be but that which I have ever been. Even -that-... she molded." A shiver, and memories of Fern that flitted through that thread that bound them before he subdued them viciously. " Look to your own Bard. See then whom you may still name betrayer."
Eggman was silent a while, before rubbing bloodied hands on the bard costume he had worn the previous night, the only clothing he'd had the chance to thrown on when the attack had suddenly begun.
"Jealous, Aryck? I though the undead could not feel." But didn't he? Aryck's abuse during that first night... the pleasure had to be genuine at the last. The longer their bond grew, the more it pulled them taut the more Eggman began to feel the emptiness within the other receding. Perhaps the bastard was simply sapping -him- dry.
Aryck snorted, though something flared to life at that accusation. Heated anger, which surprised him in his intensity, and he bit back a retort. " Sleep with whom you wish bard, it matters not." This, this was the Aryck that he knew, the taunting as he felt that ghostly touch over him. Within him. He bit back a sound, eyes shuttering. No, he was long past the stage where he could shut the phantom out, prevent him from invading him in dreams as he had once in the flesh.
"It wasn't me." Aryck repeated, oddly intent in that assertion as his touches lingered, probed, procured hated reactions. "Listen. This. -This- I can still do to you, inflame your lusts when you are weakest, invade your mind. But last night. The dreams that weren't dreams, the ones you don't recall. That wasn't me." A frown, possessive in his hatred. This man, this creature was his, by the incomplete binding. Not even Rana's no, and it was that denial that he knew had thrust him from her grace and made him choose another acolyte, the one that ravaged over Taluzan. " It was another that called your name and played upon this instrument of flesh." A whisper. "Ask what she took from you, bard, when your seed grows into a sapling." Tiredly, and then the contact was abruptly cut, leaving the bard gasping for breath, for release of that blood's madness even as Aryck's words filtered in.
The blue eyes widened and he could have shrieked then, at the recollection of other hands over his skin, other touches that had managed...
Amanda.
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Amanda frowned, arms crossed in her irritation.
"This wasn't part of the deal mage." She let out a hiss and a low imprecation, not liking the idea of being forced to stay. "You were to look out for my guild.... to see they weren't punished. I have heard nothing from them, and here you expect me to wait even longer?"
Drayton didn't turn to face her, intent on reading his scrying sphere. Dark red hair trailed loose and unconcerned a scowl slowly forming. Rana had clearly shown her hand, betrayed him and chosen... what, to take Liam in as a new acolyte? She couldn't be as foolish as to think the man's arrogance would brooch such imposition. And where was the elf's shadow, Quinn? Nowhere to be seen.
"Our arrangement was satisfactory at the time, woman. You will stay here until I am certain that you carry his child within, and you give birth. Afterwards feel free to crawl back to that foxhole for all I care. In the meantime, I am justified in protecting that which is precious to my ends." Even if it grew even now within the woman. He could feel the presence... so like Eggman's when he'd found the bard -still a child- within the ruins of the passes, coccooned in his mother's magic. Tier na Lua had done much to protect the boy, and even then --- before Drayton's own change --- he'd known him unique.
"IT is not satisfactory!" Her growl was unmistakable, green eyes blazing. " Listen.. I'm not a mother, do you understand?I do not particularly care for a parasite within me any longer than necessary. If you don't agree to my terms, I can still -end- this." She paused, eyes narrowed to watch him, and at this he did turn, anger brewing.
"You threaten me?" That thought was almost amusing. Her guild had been the first he'd turned within the catacombs, had offered to Rana to secure -her- aid. There would be little left for the thief even now. "We are in Taluzan. Here you hold no power, woman, and do not forget that I am not so easily betrayed." (...)
