Post by Sadori on Feb 20, 2011 9:49:25 GMT -8
***Contains references to rape and drug use***
~For more background on this plot line, please refer to "Prodigal [BR2]" in the "Dark Scrolls" section of this forum~
This crisp Autumn air tossed tickled Ziba's nose and brought roses to her cheeks as she stood from gathering the last of the garden harvest. Little Shaoli played not far away, chasing the chickens with a stick and a handful of corn. Her mother smiled and was about to chide the tyke when something froze her through. A change in the air. A taste in the wind. She turned toward the sea as terror and foreboding wrapped chill fingers around her...
Her body tingled and writhed in response to their groping even as her mind screamed from within the prison of her drugged haze. Many hands, mouths, voices assaulting her day and night; buying their time with pretty baubles and drink. A stranger in her own body. She felt herself responding to them, reaching for the baubles greedily, while she railed and shrieked inside herself demanding to be released. He kept the defilement of her body for himself; taking payment to permit others to watch. Trapped inside the prison of her traitorous body, she cried invisible tears and retched nonexistent bile until she could take no more and retreated into the darkness of unconsciousness. She prayed to the Dark Mother, Shilen. Prayed that she remain strong and healthy and above all, that she not bear any children to this devil who kept her enslaved and drugged far at sea.
She came back to the present with a start and glanced down to see Shaoli tugging at her skirts and staring out to the sea as well, the foreboding wind ruffling her blonde curls. "Mama... the wind is bad." Ziba scooped the child of her heart up in her free arm and turned to the house. "I know, baby. It's time to go."
The former sea gypsy quickly gathered clothing and food and gave simple instructions to her daughter. As Ziba watched the little girl gather her things, a momentary peace settled over her. Here at least, was proof Shilen answered prayers. Conjuring a simple spell, she sent a message to Davin. Outside the ill wind howled and her blood quickened as it called to her heritage. The knot of longing in her belly was quickly quenched by her terror as she scooped Shaoli up and recited the scroll that would lead them far from the sea to safety. She hoped. She would take herself and her child to Shilen's embrace before she allowed Him to touch them.
~For more background on this plot line, please refer to "Prodigal [BR2]" in the "Dark Scrolls" section of this forum~
This crisp Autumn air tossed tickled Ziba's nose and brought roses to her cheeks as she stood from gathering the last of the garden harvest. Little Shaoli played not far away, chasing the chickens with a stick and a handful of corn. Her mother smiled and was about to chide the tyke when something froze her through. A change in the air. A taste in the wind. She turned toward the sea as terror and foreboding wrapped chill fingers around her...
Her body tingled and writhed in response to their groping even as her mind screamed from within the prison of her drugged haze. Many hands, mouths, voices assaulting her day and night; buying their time with pretty baubles and drink. A stranger in her own body. She felt herself responding to them, reaching for the baubles greedily, while she railed and shrieked inside herself demanding to be released. He kept the defilement of her body for himself; taking payment to permit others to watch. Trapped inside the prison of her traitorous body, she cried invisible tears and retched nonexistent bile until she could take no more and retreated into the darkness of unconsciousness. She prayed to the Dark Mother, Shilen. Prayed that she remain strong and healthy and above all, that she not bear any children to this devil who kept her enslaved and drugged far at sea.
She came back to the present with a start and glanced down to see Shaoli tugging at her skirts and staring out to the sea as well, the foreboding wind ruffling her blonde curls. "Mama... the wind is bad." Ziba scooped the child of her heart up in her free arm and turned to the house. "I know, baby. It's time to go."
The former sea gypsy quickly gathered clothing and food and gave simple instructions to her daughter. As Ziba watched the little girl gather her things, a momentary peace settled over her. Here at least, was proof Shilen answered prayers. Conjuring a simple spell, she sent a message to Davin. Outside the ill wind howled and her blood quickened as it called to her heritage. The knot of longing in her belly was quickly quenched by her terror as she scooped Shaoli up and recited the scroll that would lead them far from the sea to safety. She hoped. She would take herself and her child to Shilen's embrace before she allowed Him to touch them.
