The Captain was turned down lightly ? Uruviel did not need a war of emotions happening upon her own damned bridge and it was suffice to say, the man was somewhat taken back. It was too early for her. She could never love anyone like she did her husband. People could try and woo into the fact that she was now single, free and ?happy? ? but she simply did not quite feel like that and even though she was lusted among the other Exarchs of her Craftworld; the eye of power and wisdom, the ultimate woman of dominance.

That morning, afternoon and night was mostly spent within the confines of that hideously silly place known as the Red Dragon Inn, upon the main planet of this system otherwise known as: Rhy?Din. She had met a man ? Toby ? who was fully capable of space travel and was able to be employed in finding the right necessary parts and resources needed in recreating a new Warp cylinder ? that was able to suck upon the ?Warp? (the ?Nexus? as these Rhy?Dinians would liked to have called it), and turn it into a renewable and continuous resource where in then they could access the Webway, and be able to move the Craftworld within any given point inside of the Universe.
That was of course after the business side of things was finalized; this Toby would help her in completing the Craftworld back to 100% operational capacity ? and finally Uruviel could return into going about the selfish want in making sure her race was forever safe and secured.

Even if it meant the death of other races.

But the recent unholy desires of flesh and blood was flooding within her mind like the taint of Slannesh was renowned for ? it was turning her slowly, eating away at her very Eldar values and turning her into the very thing she sought to destroy so long ago, why should she bother in helping them? Isn't there a Terran saying that you 'should only look after number one?'

It was her duty. Her purpose.

And how would she contain these dark urges?

But of course the secret useage of Natalia, the Demon.

((Scorpion picture: http://members.optusnet.com.au/eldar40k/Graphics/gallery_striking_scorpion.jpg ))

Of little concern was something that Slannesh was not accustomed to ? he was watching the Elfen girl with avid curiosity and during her sleep he fed her the nightmares the devil would be afraid of, swarms of insects devouring her flesh ? eating away at her eyes ? gnawing away at the supple pulpy mass of her Brain? The sexual violence of Slannesh himself in human form having his way with the sweet young body that was Uruviel; and whenever she had awoken from such a dream... There she would find herself every time strapped to the long barrel of a Leman Russ Tank, awaiting for when the funnel would explode out it?s payload and to pop her eardrums right out of her skull from the sonic boom?
Uruviel tried to free herself frequently. But the chains to the barrel were tightly secured ? and even if she tried to wiggle herself to the very end of it and slide off ? the Chaos Space Marine inside of the Tank would have simply launched out a shell and take one portion of her body clean off; probably killing her in the process.

Uruviel knew the location of their Homeplanet and Slannesh would not yield his torment until she unlocked the information he so desired? But still, the woman?s mind was unbelievably strong ? and somehow this God could not even extract it from the mortal?s mind! Slannesh was growing attached to the woman?

She was strong? Even to him somehow.

Every bump was felt of the Tank as it moved over humps and hills in the road ? her head crashing against the basic metal of the turret?s barrel, each waking moment she had was nothing but pure pain ? and her emerald eyeballs just simply did not open ? too afraid to see the beasts of who touched her in unspeakable means. Plans hatched to kill the crew ? the bastards ? the Chaos ? and where were her people? Why weren?t they here attempting to save the people they left behind as they fled in the Craftworld?

Uruviel did not expect for her people to come and save her, after all she was nothing but a mere woman of the Asha-An. Women were far less valuable than men ? men were the backbone of the Army and only a few selected women became Banshees ? a specialist close combat unit renowned for it?s lethal weapons and savage ability in taking care of any opposition.

A whimper?

That was all this weak willed woman could muster at this moment.

Unexpectedly a sound of hope was upon the horizon ? the Chaos Marines were about with raised voices ? panicked demeanor ? running away!
Uruviel tilted up her head ? tears and blood dripping from her swollen eyes and gashes within the skin of her swollen face.

The woman was far beautiful anymore ? the torture had taken its toll.

She could see something ? however how hazy - through the narrow swollen slits in her sights, yes, she could see green figures coming this way; waves of them - a hundred ? two? Four? An ocean of green Wraithbone flying with the speed of a cheetah and the grace of the Eldar race, anything in their way were cut down like trees to the timber men?

The Striking Scorpions came to the rescue.

One lone Scorpion hopped up to the Tank and with his Biting Scorpion sword swiftly slicing the binds clean from the barrel of the tank in hastey and swift movements, a single arm extended under to catch her as she fell.

?You?re safe now?? The man?s light tone was soothing to the pained ears of Uruviel, he was young with an almost impossibly hot gruffness to his voice, ?Lady? You alive?? He gave her a light shake.

?Uhhh?? A feeble groan -

?Fuck ? what the hell did they do to you??

?Kill me? I can't take anymore!? She whimpered.

?No can do, woman. I am getting you out of here??

?Wh-why??

?Can?t leave a pretty girl out to be ravaged by the Chaos now can we??

Uruviel could have sworn she saw a smiling face under that petrifying green and blue helmet, and for a moment there familiarity passed over her eyes. She felt like she had met the man before.
She was hoisted up to hang over his shoulder ? a hand to her legs to steady her, his movements crouched and cumbersome ? cautious in not dropping her. That helmet darting side to side in watch for any enemies that came their way.

They were heading for the Dropship, they needed to escape before the Chaos regrouped.

The problem was? It happened to quickly.

There was a bang ? a ringing ? and then the ground fast coming towards her.

There was a loud repetitive ringing in her ears ? she was biting mud, blackening those pearly white teeth in the soil and rotten feces of animals now long dead, her fingers curled into fists as her naked body covered in dirt shakily pushed itself to her knees. How many times would she need to lift herself from the ground in the past weeks? Eighteen? One hundred? It angered her that she was so ? weak, so pitiable; allowing the Chaos to win and destroy her hopes and dreams?

No living being with an ounce of sense and pride would stand for it.

Wait, the man? She looked about practically in slow motion ? shell shock had yet to remove itself from her psyche ? and, as she stood in a stupor one leg giving away ? to then only suddenly regain composure and reinforce her un-humbled stance, emerald eyes glance slowly across the landscape to see that the Striking Scorpions were retreating with POW?s over shoulders or/and being dragged into the large circular Dropships that scattered the land of this now bombarded hill.
Still, everything was slow, the soil torn from the ground and tossed into the air along with limbs, bodies and gore like the seeds of death scattered by the unyielding claws of Slannesh, sowed by those mortar shells that pounded all living life away from ground.

But the rain of metal stopped.

And as the ringing in her ears faded ? a dull moaning caught her attention, and she jerked her body around a full one-eighty to find her rescuer laying under a layer of tossed soil and rocks, jittering out of his chest a long piece of shrapnel that glanced the armor of his stomach, and pierced some way into his intestines. He was bleeding to death, and she fell to his side clumsily scanning her hands across his writhing armored structure, removing the soil, pebbles and rocks ? careful to not touch the obstruction entering deep inside of him.

?Run? My Dropship is waiting for me? Tell them that I sent you?? He held out a shaky hand to grasp her naked hip, his voice no longer that greatness she heard just moments ago. It was a fleeting thing and fading away into the back of his throat, ?Go??

The bruised and battered woman was indeed ready to burst a run to one of the Dropships and to leave the man there and save her own skin. But as she was about to move ? she just fell back onto her ass, and stayed there. Staring at him?

?I said run!? He shouted in force, the mask wheezing away as the cracked thing revealed a portion of the man?s bleeding cheek and lip; he did wail out in pain ? his own shout was enough to dislodge the shard and further cause pain.

There was a rumble.

Footsteps.

Charging footsteps.

A sea of red bulky armor coming this way.

Panic stricken, her eyes widened in horror; she stood while ignoring the pain of her own body and grabbed the fallen rescuer under the arms and dragged his heavy dead weighted figure across the landscape towards the Dropships that were lifting away from them, each movement though she did in moving him caused him to bawl out in further anguish.

?Ah! Leave me! Save yourself you stubborn bitch!?

?No!? She spoke firmly, for once, her swallow eyelids clenching tightly as she shook her head frantically, ?I will not let them get you! I will not let them hurt you like they did me! I am getting you out of here!?

?You can move faster without me! Leave go-argh!? His hands clenched his chest and blood seeped out from the opening in his helmet - he was puking up blood and loosing too much of it in the process. She settled him down to lay him upon the mud and jerked her head up to see how far off the Chaos Space Marines were.

They were coming over the hill.

And the Dropship was a good mile away ? but in her sights so she waved her arms towards it, panting ? the man was heavy in his unmoving weight and had tired her out already. Again she fell to her knees - unable to go on. Almost accepting her fate when before her - like as if the dead man's fate was her glory - laid the arm of a once living Eldar? In its grasp the chainsaw-like power sword.

Uruviel was reluctant at first. But, as she pried the cold dead armored fingers from around the hilt and grasped it within her own; she felt something come over her. At first, she twisted the blade into the air, feeling its weight ? before then twirling her wrist in long drawn out circles.

Why did this feel so natural? Why was she protecting the man?

Uruviel stood, naked, bloodied, muddy, beaten and aching on almost every inch of her being. She moved to stand over the wounded man - not caring if he got a good sky view of her womanhood and ass.

?What, are you doing?? He uttered in almost dying breath, and as he glanced up towards the woman?s determined face gazing back down at him? The first thing he noticed was how beautiful she was.

Not the black eyeballs that were once, a rich emerald.

It was like poetry in motion ? for lack of the better words; and she clenched both fists across that hilt so tightly that even the joints of her knuckles ached and clicked. There was not a cell in her body now that was afraid of death. In fact, Uruviel right now longed for it.

The first Chaos Space Marine came ? the most eager ? wielding and twirling a terrifyingly spiked axe way above his head, readying it to bring it down to slice the woman?s skull clean in half. But she did not move her position over the man she sliced upwards as if she had done it before ? slicing the man?s hand clean off, before then the sword was drawn back and too his head came falling off too.

Jets of blood splattered across her face ? her eyes squinted, she turned her head from the gore and onto the next one that approached.

He fell.

Three became six, six became eight and eight become twenty? It was like a semi-circle mountain of death compiling up before the two ? and as the woman was so lost in her own madness Slannesh had entered her soul, and for the first time she gave it willingly. Allowing herself to be tainted fully.

A Dropship arrived and laid a hell?s fire upon the Marines minutes later but not before they had the last laugh. They tossed pride aside and threw down their close combat weapons and drew out their pistols ? stopped, aimed, and fired.


A bullet passed through the kneecap of Uruviel sending her leg darting back from under her, another ripping through muscle and severing the tendon of her arm that held the sword ? letting that slide from her out stretched fingers. And the last bullet had found itself to push directly through the middle of her chest - smashing two ribs into nothing before she even hit the ground hard.

Laying right next to her future husband in a thud, he of course was blacked out.

A shaky hand rested upon his helmet?s opposite cheek, staring into the narrowed glass slits of the helmet?s eye pieces before then she too blacked out along with him.

Uruviel had found her calling.


(Hey! This marks the end and begining of my character. This explains alot of what she means by, the taint - and Chaos - and what it has to do with her. It does begs more questions though, doesn't it? Yeah? Well I hope it does! Please leave comments, flames and the like about this section of her history in the OOC thread! I'd like to know your feedback!)