The whispers had begun ages ago. When she had been but a girl under The Order. After the first of the blood had been split over her hands. Long before the loss of love and friendship.
Clasping that pendant in her hand she felt the dark pulses and the whispers once more.
"Come.." The voice she had heard in her dreams, the voice that had spoken to her from that letter that had brought her to this forsaken city. That voice that told her who to pick out, who to kill. What vengeance to seek.
A voice dark and deep. Seductive and alluring.
Talia had left the billowing smoke behind her. So utterly pleased with herself. She had struck out not at one but two of those who would stand in the way. The voice was pleased with her. "Talia.. come."
It held so much power over her. It was like Xig's voice. She some how wanted it to be him. For it to be his essence that called to her, brought her here. She followed the whims of the voice and the power. She walked away from the docks, and in to the city.
She walked on till the night had fallen.
There in the small dell she found herself drawn. The moons light was over head casting long shadows over the ground. She knew what she had come for. Walking as if in a trance her hand on that pendant about her neck she walked in to the light and knelt to her knees. "I call to thee the power of the dark god. I am here your open vessel. Show unto me your will."
On her knees head back eyes closed she felt the shadows rip up and around her,caressing her like a wild fire. They toyed with her long hair wrapped around her like a lovers deep embrace. She felt the power. It shot through her core and ebbed through her whole body. It shot in to the tattoos she had born for so many years. They turned warm and filled her with an unholy power.
"You are bathed in blood, my sweet." The voice was there before her. Opening her eyes they settled upon a form. He was of blood and death, he was of shadow and darkness. He was of murder and mayhem. Yet she had never seen any man more powerful, more deserving of her. "My lord.." She felt the form come closer.
"It s time. Call forth to the woods bring forth the pale one. Take its blood and drink deep. Bathe yourself in it, and allow me to watch you. You please me Natalia. You do my bidding well. And it is time that you make yourself known. " An image of a place somewhere within the city flashed in to her mind.
"Go there announce yourself as one of mine, they will welcome you in to the fold. Tell them of your deeds for me. You will grow in their company. And if you continue to please me I will grant you your lover back. " She felt his hand touch her face, it was cold dark and skeletal. Looking up at the figure she could see those eyes rimmed red as fresh blood. Images flashed in to Talia's mind. The Skeletal Ram....Nocent...The IronHelm Flats...all had fiercely called out to their fanatical believers and hateful allies. That was where she must go.
"Call to the pale one now. Allow me to watch you."
Talia closed her eyes and chanted. A deep chant in a tongue of old. She felt the power eb in to her from the ground. Felt the dark caress of the figure before her. Felt that shadow of a hand move over her. Delve in deep. She felt the singe of pain on her thigh and knew there would be another marking there once she looked. "Yes.." She moaned and heard the sweet sigh of the dark lord before her. "So ripe and sweet.." His voice was intoxicating.
She opened her eyes to watch the creature come from the wood. Pale as moonlight. Fair as snow. The creature came int he form of a buck. But that was just the vessel. Through her vision Talia could see the true forms. The buck was the light, the good. Love and friendship. It took two parts a noble man and a noble woman. They had been melded in tot hat single pure form.. The buck called by the magic the deep drumming of power came towards her. It wanted to flee, Talia could see that in its golden eyes. But it was trapped in the sway.
She drew the dagger from her boot as the pale buck came forward to her. With a strike as quick and lithe as a snake she slit its throat and let the blood spill in to her hands. She took the blood and wiped it over her brow,under her eyes and across her lips.She drank from it and felt the power She reached with bloody hands under and over her clothed form to bathe herself in it as the dark form watched her with utter pleasure.
The pale buck died there with its blood in her on her. The dark force came toward her again.
"Rise and go now, go to them, your sisters in arms, your new allies in this battle. Regale them with your tales of blood shed. Tell them you have struck a blow to the Warriors and Priestess's of Scathach. You are mine now, marked with my own hand. Rise, my warrior and go."
Talia rose to her feet still bathed in blood and walked from the dell towards the city. The blood seemed to seep in to her skin, in to every pore. It made her feel high and light. It made her feel powerful. She felt that pendant about her neck pulse and knew that Xig's soul felt the power as well. "Soon.." By the time she reached the place she had seen in her mind the blood was gone and she was high on the power of it. Death and beauty in black.
The IronHelm Flats. She followed the drum beat. Followed it down in to the lower levels. The symbol of the dark church, a crimson skeletal ram's head, is painted in blood above the archway led her on ward. The place was ripe, the scent of death and decay. But there was power. the passage way ahead was beauty, Gothic beauty. The drum beat drew her, through the twists and turns guiding her with an outstretched bloody hand. The voice was there again, laughing,telling her to push forward.
She came to the wall. A wall full of bones and skulls. One that spoke to her of all the deaths wrought. It brought a sick grin to her fair features. "I am here.." She felt the drum beat end and felt the darkness around her. "I have come."
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Clasping that pendant in her hand she felt the dark pulses and the whispers once more.
"Come.." The voice she had heard in her dreams, the voice that had spoken to her from that letter that had brought her to this forsaken city. That voice that told her who to pick out, who to kill. What vengeance to seek.
A voice dark and deep. Seductive and alluring.
Talia had left the billowing smoke behind her. So utterly pleased with herself. She had struck out not at one but two of those who would stand in the way. The voice was pleased with her. "Talia.. come."
It held so much power over her. It was like Xig's voice. She some how wanted it to be him. For it to be his essence that called to her, brought her here. She followed the whims of the voice and the power. She walked away from the docks, and in to the city.
She walked on till the night had fallen.
There in the small dell she found herself drawn. The moons light was over head casting long shadows over the ground. She knew what she had come for. Walking as if in a trance her hand on that pendant about her neck she walked in to the light and knelt to her knees. "I call to thee the power of the dark god. I am here your open vessel. Show unto me your will."
On her knees head back eyes closed she felt the shadows rip up and around her,caressing her like a wild fire. They toyed with her long hair wrapped around her like a lovers deep embrace. She felt the power. It shot through her core and ebbed through her whole body. It shot in to the tattoos she had born for so many years. They turned warm and filled her with an unholy power.
"You are bathed in blood, my sweet." The voice was there before her. Opening her eyes they settled upon a form. He was of blood and death, he was of shadow and darkness. He was of murder and mayhem. Yet she had never seen any man more powerful, more deserving of her. "My lord.." She felt the form come closer.
"It s time. Call forth to the woods bring forth the pale one. Take its blood and drink deep. Bathe yourself in it, and allow me to watch you. You please me Natalia. You do my bidding well. And it is time that you make yourself known. " An image of a place somewhere within the city flashed in to her mind.
"Go there announce yourself as one of mine, they will welcome you in to the fold. Tell them of your deeds for me. You will grow in their company. And if you continue to please me I will grant you your lover back. " She felt his hand touch her face, it was cold dark and skeletal. Looking up at the figure she could see those eyes rimmed red as fresh blood. Images flashed in to Talia's mind. The Skeletal Ram....Nocent...The IronHelm Flats...all had fiercely called out to their fanatical believers and hateful allies. That was where she must go.
"Call to the pale one now. Allow me to watch you."
Talia closed her eyes and chanted. A deep chant in a tongue of old. She felt the power eb in to her from the ground. Felt the dark caress of the figure before her. Felt that shadow of a hand move over her. Delve in deep. She felt the singe of pain on her thigh and knew there would be another marking there once she looked. "Yes.." She moaned and heard the sweet sigh of the dark lord before her. "So ripe and sweet.." His voice was intoxicating.
She opened her eyes to watch the creature come from the wood. Pale as moonlight. Fair as snow. The creature came int he form of a buck. But that was just the vessel. Through her vision Talia could see the true forms. The buck was the light, the good. Love and friendship. It took two parts a noble man and a noble woman. They had been melded in tot hat single pure form.. The buck called by the magic the deep drumming of power came towards her. It wanted to flee, Talia could see that in its golden eyes. But it was trapped in the sway.
She drew the dagger from her boot as the pale buck came forward to her. With a strike as quick and lithe as a snake she slit its throat and let the blood spill in to her hands. She took the blood and wiped it over her brow,under her eyes and across her lips.She drank from it and felt the power She reached with bloody hands under and over her clothed form to bathe herself in it as the dark form watched her with utter pleasure.
The pale buck died there with its blood in her on her. The dark force came toward her again.
"Rise and go now, go to them, your sisters in arms, your new allies in this battle. Regale them with your tales of blood shed. Tell them you have struck a blow to the Warriors and Priestess's of Scathach. You are mine now, marked with my own hand. Rise, my warrior and go."
Talia rose to her feet still bathed in blood and walked from the dell towards the city. The blood seemed to seep in to her skin, in to every pore. It made her feel high and light. It made her feel powerful. She felt that pendant about her neck pulse and knew that Xig's soul felt the power as well. "Soon.." By the time she reached the place she had seen in her mind the blood was gone and she was high on the power of it. Death and beauty in black.
The IronHelm Flats. She followed the drum beat. Followed it down in to the lower levels. The symbol of the dark church, a crimson skeletal ram's head, is painted in blood above the archway led her on ward. The place was ripe, the scent of death and decay. But there was power. the passage way ahead was beauty, Gothic beauty. The drum beat drew her, through the twists and turns guiding her with an outstretched bloody hand. The voice was there again, laughing,telling her to push forward.
She came to the wall. A wall full of bones and skulls. One that spoke to her of all the deaths wrought. It brought a sick grin to her fair features. "I am here.." She felt the drum beat end and felt the darkness around her. "I have come."
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