Post by zethrodraithius on Mar 24, 2011 8:06:16 GMT -8
Rielyn stared at the receding figure of a younger Kamael, and for certainly not the first time, she cursed at the part of her memories that were not hers. She walked toward the inn where the Light elf companion waited with the son that she had inherited from the same person who had forced these memories and their attachments onto her.
She paused at the entrance to the inn and looked back to where the dark crystal clad Kamael had been, but there was no sign of her in the deepening night. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a breath, it was no matter and the one she had talked to was of little consequence. What did they know of humility anyway? She asked herself as she entered the building and made her way toward the stairs, slowly ascending them while thinking.
The Kamael slowly opened the door to her room, "Poly? You awake?" The mono-winged slowly entered the room as slow and steady breathing answered her whispered question. The gaze of the Soul hound swept over the room to find the so-called adopted son curled up on her bed. Though the scene certainly would have melted her heart before, Rielyn was focused logically on what she wanted to do at this point, which meant gathering Athruzikor in her arms with a few accompanying sounds of reassurance.
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In the wee hours of the morning, a Kamael carrying a small child stepped into Gludin Village, but this one was different than most; she had two wings instead of just one and her wingfeathers started out black but tapered to a blood red like the stationary moon above. Rielyn found that the voices and memories of the previous self didn't bother her as much in this form and any connections she might feel to people were also muted. In other words, she could actually be sane enough to ascertain the friendships she had cultivated herself.
The gatekeeper watched in horrified shock as a fabled demon appeared beside her. How had they let that sort of abomination through the teleport spell? Then the answer came to her, oh yeah, Kamaels had that sort of transformation thingy. Some of her fellow gatekeepers had given thanks to Einhasad that their protection spells had held up to the vicious "target practice" that these Kamaels and countless other fighters used the teleport wizards for. The gatekeeper sighed and turned her attention to other would-be travelers, leaving the Kamael to obscurity.
The shadow glided silently over the path toward where the Echoes of Darkness reportedly had their compound. It was difficult to control the dark energy that saturateed this form, but she tried to keep it clamped down along with her wings wrapped around her body. Her arms held the hybrid Kamael infant and placed the month old baby at the doorstep. She looked at Athruzikor one more time and then took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. She raised a demonic hand to the door and knocked once loudly and heavily, then turned to leave.
In some part of her, she felt the former self scream and hurl epithets, but she knew what had to be done. The offspring of her previous self had held Rielyn back, keeping the Soulhound from truly feeling free to live her own life. Somewhere in her train of thinking, she had stopped walking away and had started standing there, as if somehow hoping that someone would come and beckon her to return to explain just why she was leaving an infant on a doorstep in the middle of the night.
She paused at the entrance to the inn and looked back to where the dark crystal clad Kamael had been, but there was no sign of her in the deepening night. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a breath, it was no matter and the one she had talked to was of little consequence. What did they know of humility anyway? She asked herself as she entered the building and made her way toward the stairs, slowly ascending them while thinking.
The Kamael slowly opened the door to her room, "Poly? You awake?" The mono-winged slowly entered the room as slow and steady breathing answered her whispered question. The gaze of the Soul hound swept over the room to find the so-called adopted son curled up on her bed. Though the scene certainly would have melted her heart before, Rielyn was focused logically on what she wanted to do at this point, which meant gathering Athruzikor in her arms with a few accompanying sounds of reassurance.
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In the wee hours of the morning, a Kamael carrying a small child stepped into Gludin Village, but this one was different than most; she had two wings instead of just one and her wingfeathers started out black but tapered to a blood red like the stationary moon above. Rielyn found that the voices and memories of the previous self didn't bother her as much in this form and any connections she might feel to people were also muted. In other words, she could actually be sane enough to ascertain the friendships she had cultivated herself.
The gatekeeper watched in horrified shock as a fabled demon appeared beside her. How had they let that sort of abomination through the teleport spell? Then the answer came to her, oh yeah, Kamaels had that sort of transformation thingy. Some of her fellow gatekeepers had given thanks to Einhasad that their protection spells had held up to the vicious "target practice" that these Kamaels and countless other fighters used the teleport wizards for. The gatekeeper sighed and turned her attention to other would-be travelers, leaving the Kamael to obscurity.
The shadow glided silently over the path toward where the Echoes of Darkness reportedly had their compound. It was difficult to control the dark energy that saturateed this form, but she tried to keep it clamped down along with her wings wrapped around her body. Her arms held the hybrid Kamael infant and placed the month old baby at the doorstep. She looked at Athruzikor one more time and then took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. She raised a demonic hand to the door and knocked once loudly and heavily, then turned to leave.
In some part of her, she felt the former self scream and hurl epithets, but she knew what had to be done. The offspring of her previous self had held Rielyn back, keeping the Soulhound from truly feeling free to live her own life. Somewhere in her train of thinking, she had stopped walking away and had started standing there, as if somehow hoping that someone would come and beckon her to return to explain just why she was leaving an infant on a doorstep in the middle of the night.