Preface: This event happens after "A Dance with Dragons" and before "Playing with Fire".
"She is mine." Straightforward, simple, it is the way of things.
The White Dragon lays coiled inside the Ancient's mind, it has no need to scream to be heard; a whisper of a thought is enough. Every time Manon feels the urge, it is fed. Lately it is being fed regularly and it has begun to grow. Tonight Manon is easily distracted ever seeking something to wipe the edge away. But only one thing can do what she wants. Only the White Dragon has what she truly desires.
The foolishness of *Him* gifting her wooden rose flawed no less.
"Who does he think he is?" nothing but flotsam easily carried away with the tides of time. The White Dragon lives forever and will be at her side just as long. No other can offer what it has.
"'Tis beauty, Tass." Sid Smiles taking the rose before looking around to Chris with a grin. "Well, 'tis because ye be hot, sexy."
Chris could be a useful tool.
Its goal is to keep her off balance; remind her of all that she's done. Bring forth the guilt of her betrayals. Using those nearest and dearest is the easiest ways to lure her back.
Interference. Yes, it is weaving its way in to the strands the White Dragon calls own. An unfamiliar taste of power but unwanted, yet the Ancient seems unaware of the internal battle-lines being formed.
Ahh, lust. It tastes sweet and offers opportunity. It cares not where the lust is directed, but strokes the fires buried just beneath the skin. The Ancients" were once impervious to such manipulations, but they gave that power up eons ago. Manon is ripe for the taking. The lust can be controlled, directed towards what It really wants.
"That's right, girl, you have better distractions awaiting. Why fondle and frolic with the mortals" It is so beneath you. I know what you really want, what you truly desire. What gets you pumping and makes you hot until this shell sweats" nothing more than a caress across the mind.
Interference. Again. The White Dragon stirs in the recesses of the Ancient's mindscape, lifting its head to scent deeply of this new foe. She'd named him "Tass". There is power, old power here, and it seeks to alleviate *her* from her creation.
"This will not happen she is mine."
It is paramount that it works quicker now. A new distraction, something to win *her* over before this new force intervenes.
"Are they speaking about you?" the whisper as soft as to be taken as an inner voice.
It is enough; the tenuous connection between the one named Tass and Manon has been momentarily sidetracked. It finds it easier now to push her in another direction. Pretty perfection sitting so close, Manon can reach out and eat her. The slightest push and the ploy's working. "Careful wha' ye be wishin' for, loverly. I tend to break me toys." Manon tells the tasty tidbit.
Interference rising anew.
"And I do more than break them...now that is all settled.."
Must *he* always interfere"! What's up with this Creature"!
The power is alive and beating down on the White Dragon, worrying itself in between the connection established. It is as if a rolling, endless tide sweeping past the boundaries that none should have been able to conceive. The White Dragon isn't pleased; this new foe is proving a power to be reckoned with. It must reinstate itself quickly.
"You see that' Meeting needs and convenient times never bothered you before. What care you of these....insects" Why play this game, Manon' You come back home to me and nothing bothers ever again. You know I speak truth. Just one little cut, one little touch. Sweet oblivion. You deserve this, after all. You didn't ask for this latest, take your out and be happy about it while you do." Pushing back at the invading power, pulsing in, through and out of the Ancient, it steals control from Manon, becoming the dominate personality.
"Here ye be, luscious." Sid's voice, but it is the White Dragon speaking.
Interference. Again! Rolling waves crashing against the bonds that unite Manon to her creation; that ancient power attempting to overtake the White Dragon, force it to leave Manon alone. It is unrelenting this power, pulling at the White Dragon, attempting to overwhelm.
This is a direct attack.
"It would be easy enough to unmake you.."
A direct threat!
"So *he* knows that I exist, but does he know why' Or How?" If it could laugh aloud it would but his connection with Manon has been weakened and he cannot yet retake control. A violent thrust at that power, intent of pushing it aside enough to make the next move and freedom is rewarded. All the high and mighty thoughts of "unmaking" by *him* and yet it is the White Dragon whose gained the upper hand now. The mark is easy, It just needs to push Manon hard enough to break and then she will willingly return to Its waiting arms.
Chris is close to Manon, although the insect may not be aware of it. Under the direction of the White Dragon, the husk he's seized control over that once housed Manon is now his to use as he will it. A menacing step towards the barkeep but *he* pulls at Manon, trying to drag her back.
"Chris" Ummm..."
"Oh shite baby...I thought ya were out of it." Chris replies pausing in his departure to turn towards Sid.
"Out o'..." Manon nearly retaking control, but the White Dragon is persistent; this is its chance to drive her over the edge so near.
"Sid.." The voice is hard, the power of the one named Tass pulsing in the one spoken word.
The White Dragon pauses turning to hiss at Tass, warning him to stay out of this.
But too late. Manon must feel close to this new foe, for she fights for her freedom and momentarily wins. The White Dragon snarls trapped again in the Ancient's mindscape, unable to push past the power she's using to keep him out. But it isn't her power alone that the White Dragon is battling. It must do something to stop Tass from interfering! It must regain its control over what belongs to it.
It slithers through her mind, pushing at the buttons of guilt, how she's missed the Spring festivals given in her honor, yet again. How she's betrayed Amthy, (an unknown to the White Dragon, but there in the fore of Manon's thoughts) by not championing the sprite against the Unseelie Fay who had bound her. How she'd betrayed the Oberon and brought First Winter to the Lands.
It's working. Sid relinquishes control as she falls into the pit of depthless remorse. And it is now that the White Dragon springs.
Suddenly, with the preternatural quickness afforded her kind, she is risen and is upon Chris. Two fingers kissed to thin lips drawn in the terrible beauty of an angelic smile, moving for the third eye between the tender's brows
"Oh shite!" Chris yelps turning in hopes of finding his freedom.
Tass" hand reached out quickly, and came to Sid's shoulder, the hand no more than a hand, but the translucent dragon's claw bit deep within the body.
"Sid! Hey..." Chris swatswats at the Ancient bearing down on him. "What the?"
Tass" voice came dripping with the primordial darkness. "Come" break me if you must try on someone."
*He* has trespassed anew. The White Dragon is furious at this invasion. "She is Mine". But it is obvious that this Elder doesn't understand. Into the light invading a hiss, sibilant and dark, as the talons bite to a shoulder meaning to stop. The words breathed out within the Elder one's mind.
>>You have no clue to find me should I hide. I can bide my time. This one will break and be back amongst the fold of my den soon enough, Elder one.<<
"Is this darkness in you too.." Skado speaks very softly from his position nearing the trio.
A new force, an unknown force is coming closer. Has Manon made friends here in this realm' Friends that would sacrifice for her, for what is best for her" Then would they not wish her happiness"
"I have no need to find you...I have the means to unmake you...from the beginning!" Tass responds.
He thinks he can win. How quaint.
But the White Dragon has other plans. It may not gain the upper hand tonight, but it is an intrinsic part of Manon, not so easily tossed aside. Slipping back in to the recesses of the Ancient's mind, It will bide its time, and wait for another opportunity to strike.
Tass, or that odd creature, (Skado), will not always be about to save Manon. Sooner or later, she will return to the arms of her one truest love. Sooner or later. The White Dragon need only be patient for time is on its side in this as in all things.
"Nothing any one of you can do can stop me because she is mine.?
"She is mine." Straightforward, simple, it is the way of things.
The White Dragon lays coiled inside the Ancient's mind, it has no need to scream to be heard; a whisper of a thought is enough. Every time Manon feels the urge, it is fed. Lately it is being fed regularly and it has begun to grow. Tonight Manon is easily distracted ever seeking something to wipe the edge away. But only one thing can do what she wants. Only the White Dragon has what she truly desires.
The foolishness of *Him* gifting her wooden rose flawed no less.
"Who does he think he is?" nothing but flotsam easily carried away with the tides of time. The White Dragon lives forever and will be at her side just as long. No other can offer what it has.
"'Tis beauty, Tass." Sid Smiles taking the rose before looking around to Chris with a grin. "Well, 'tis because ye be hot, sexy."
Chris could be a useful tool.
Its goal is to keep her off balance; remind her of all that she's done. Bring forth the guilt of her betrayals. Using those nearest and dearest is the easiest ways to lure her back.
Interference. Yes, it is weaving its way in to the strands the White Dragon calls own. An unfamiliar taste of power but unwanted, yet the Ancient seems unaware of the internal battle-lines being formed.
Ahh, lust. It tastes sweet and offers opportunity. It cares not where the lust is directed, but strokes the fires buried just beneath the skin. The Ancients" were once impervious to such manipulations, but they gave that power up eons ago. Manon is ripe for the taking. The lust can be controlled, directed towards what It really wants.
"That's right, girl, you have better distractions awaiting. Why fondle and frolic with the mortals" It is so beneath you. I know what you really want, what you truly desire. What gets you pumping and makes you hot until this shell sweats" nothing more than a caress across the mind.
Interference. Again. The White Dragon stirs in the recesses of the Ancient's mindscape, lifting its head to scent deeply of this new foe. She'd named him "Tass". There is power, old power here, and it seeks to alleviate *her* from her creation.
"This will not happen she is mine."
It is paramount that it works quicker now. A new distraction, something to win *her* over before this new force intervenes.
"Are they speaking about you?" the whisper as soft as to be taken as an inner voice.
It is enough; the tenuous connection between the one named Tass and Manon has been momentarily sidetracked. It finds it easier now to push her in another direction. Pretty perfection sitting so close, Manon can reach out and eat her. The slightest push and the ploy's working. "Careful wha' ye be wishin' for, loverly. I tend to break me toys." Manon tells the tasty tidbit.
Interference rising anew.
"And I do more than break them...now that is all settled.."
Must *he* always interfere"! What's up with this Creature"!
The power is alive and beating down on the White Dragon, worrying itself in between the connection established. It is as if a rolling, endless tide sweeping past the boundaries that none should have been able to conceive. The White Dragon isn't pleased; this new foe is proving a power to be reckoned with. It must reinstate itself quickly.
"You see that' Meeting needs and convenient times never bothered you before. What care you of these....insects" Why play this game, Manon' You come back home to me and nothing bothers ever again. You know I speak truth. Just one little cut, one little touch. Sweet oblivion. You deserve this, after all. You didn't ask for this latest, take your out and be happy about it while you do." Pushing back at the invading power, pulsing in, through and out of the Ancient, it steals control from Manon, becoming the dominate personality.
"Here ye be, luscious." Sid's voice, but it is the White Dragon speaking.
Interference. Again! Rolling waves crashing against the bonds that unite Manon to her creation; that ancient power attempting to overtake the White Dragon, force it to leave Manon alone. It is unrelenting this power, pulling at the White Dragon, attempting to overwhelm.
This is a direct attack.
"It would be easy enough to unmake you.."
A direct threat!
"So *he* knows that I exist, but does he know why' Or How?" If it could laugh aloud it would but his connection with Manon has been weakened and he cannot yet retake control. A violent thrust at that power, intent of pushing it aside enough to make the next move and freedom is rewarded. All the high and mighty thoughts of "unmaking" by *him* and yet it is the White Dragon whose gained the upper hand now. The mark is easy, It just needs to push Manon hard enough to break and then she will willingly return to Its waiting arms.
Chris is close to Manon, although the insect may not be aware of it. Under the direction of the White Dragon, the husk he's seized control over that once housed Manon is now his to use as he will it. A menacing step towards the barkeep but *he* pulls at Manon, trying to drag her back.
"Chris" Ummm..."
"Oh shite baby...I thought ya were out of it." Chris replies pausing in his departure to turn towards Sid.
"Out o'..." Manon nearly retaking control, but the White Dragon is persistent; this is its chance to drive her over the edge so near.
"Sid.." The voice is hard, the power of the one named Tass pulsing in the one spoken word.
The White Dragon pauses turning to hiss at Tass, warning him to stay out of this.
But too late. Manon must feel close to this new foe, for she fights for her freedom and momentarily wins. The White Dragon snarls trapped again in the Ancient's mindscape, unable to push past the power she's using to keep him out. But it isn't her power alone that the White Dragon is battling. It must do something to stop Tass from interfering! It must regain its control over what belongs to it.
It slithers through her mind, pushing at the buttons of guilt, how she's missed the Spring festivals given in her honor, yet again. How she's betrayed Amthy, (an unknown to the White Dragon, but there in the fore of Manon's thoughts) by not championing the sprite against the Unseelie Fay who had bound her. How she'd betrayed the Oberon and brought First Winter to the Lands.
It's working. Sid relinquishes control as she falls into the pit of depthless remorse. And it is now that the White Dragon springs.
Suddenly, with the preternatural quickness afforded her kind, she is risen and is upon Chris. Two fingers kissed to thin lips drawn in the terrible beauty of an angelic smile, moving for the third eye between the tender's brows
"Oh shite!" Chris yelps turning in hopes of finding his freedom.
Tass" hand reached out quickly, and came to Sid's shoulder, the hand no more than a hand, but the translucent dragon's claw bit deep within the body.
"Sid! Hey..." Chris swatswats at the Ancient bearing down on him. "What the?"
Tass" voice came dripping with the primordial darkness. "Come" break me if you must try on someone."
*He* has trespassed anew. The White Dragon is furious at this invasion. "She is Mine". But it is obvious that this Elder doesn't understand. Into the light invading a hiss, sibilant and dark, as the talons bite to a shoulder meaning to stop. The words breathed out within the Elder one's mind.
>>You have no clue to find me should I hide. I can bide my time. This one will break and be back amongst the fold of my den soon enough, Elder one.<<
"Is this darkness in you too.." Skado speaks very softly from his position nearing the trio.
A new force, an unknown force is coming closer. Has Manon made friends here in this realm' Friends that would sacrifice for her, for what is best for her" Then would they not wish her happiness"
"I have no need to find you...I have the means to unmake you...from the beginning!" Tass responds.
He thinks he can win. How quaint.
But the White Dragon has other plans. It may not gain the upper hand tonight, but it is an intrinsic part of Manon, not so easily tossed aside. Slipping back in to the recesses of the Ancient's mind, It will bide its time, and wait for another opportunity to strike.
Tass, or that odd creature, (Skado), will not always be about to save Manon. Sooner or later, she will return to the arms of her one truest love. Sooner or later. The White Dragon need only be patient for time is on its side in this as in all things.
"Nothing any one of you can do can stop me because she is mine.?