Post by Avalon on Mar 23, 2011 16:26:04 GMT -5
The moons of Sosaria shone brightly in a phenomena that only occurs once every few hundred years or so, they were both full and perfectly aligned. That alone should have given warning to the Omens that meander the worlds of Men. Sitting in a long gown of satin and lace the Dark Drow watched the night waltz across the sky. So often the wars of Man trickle into her reverie that when a peace is found it is embraced with the passion of a lost lover.
Soft beating of air to wing announced the visitor, but the aroma that was carried on the wing was that of a Human. Alarm and dismay intruded on the quiet moment spent in solitude as she greeted the large male Gargoyle and his “Package”.
“What is this you bring me?” she demanded.
“Forgiveness, m’lady, I came across this one in the woods. He was being mauled by a rabid bear. How do bears become Rabid?” came the response.
“A bear did This?” she exclaimed pointing at the mangled body of a young man. “What do you wish for Me to do with him? He should have been returned to his village. Why would you bring him here to me?”
“Lady Izznet, I know you are compassionate and you can assist him. You were a healer at one time.”
“I am not a healer, I study dead things. You know what I would do to “help” this one. Do you think that would be what He desires?”
“The bear has rampaged his village, he is alone, and he is close to death. Bring him to the place of living, please.” the large Gargoyle’s pleadings were unbearable.
Her heart churned deep in her as she saw the body of the one before her. Flashes of a distant age when she too was brought to a doorstep and placed in the care of the Dark Lord. Closing her eyes against the flood of emotions, her voice grew low as a growl and sinister as the deep night.
“Fine, on one condition.” she glared at Kaligeri with crimson eyes and fangs fully extended, “you will become his Watcher and will guard him when I cannot.”
Nodding his agreement the work began to quickly care for the Prize before it was too late.
“You will need to hunt for us.” she said with a nod towards the open window. “Fly now and be quick about it. He will be in need when you return.”
Her strength allowed her to carry the lifeless form to her chambers where a running stream acted as a bath. Laying him on the Elven couch she cleaned his wounds enough to asses the damage and time she still had available. His low groans and whimpering moan spurred her into action.
Holding his head in her arms she whispered empty words of comfort to the unconscious figure. The words that echoed in her own mind when she was in the same role as he. Quickly embracing his body taking the little bit of life that remained she then offered her own hoping and encouraging him to take her Gift.
“Please, dalhar, take this and live.” she whispered into his ear almost desperate for him to respond.
His sharp intake of a last full breath and the flash of blaze eyes turned the quiet night into a raging feast. The timing of the Gargoyle’s return was impeccable and the lesson in feeding was quickly learned. There was no regret in the eyes of the Matriarch as she watched the newly turned vampire take on the fury of blood lust. His movements were quick and exact yet sloppy and clumsy, with practice he would indeed be a force in which to contend.
When his eyes cleared returning to the bright blue of a clear spring sky she spoke to him.
“I am Izznet, you may call me an’kin, or Teacher, if you prefer to use your own language. I will assist you in your … Change.”
Soft beating of air to wing announced the visitor, but the aroma that was carried on the wing was that of a Human. Alarm and dismay intruded on the quiet moment spent in solitude as she greeted the large male Gargoyle and his “Package”.
“What is this you bring me?” she demanded.
“Forgiveness, m’lady, I came across this one in the woods. He was being mauled by a rabid bear. How do bears become Rabid?” came the response.
“A bear did This?” she exclaimed pointing at the mangled body of a young man. “What do you wish for Me to do with him? He should have been returned to his village. Why would you bring him here to me?”
“Lady Izznet, I know you are compassionate and you can assist him. You were a healer at one time.”
“I am not a healer, I study dead things. You know what I would do to “help” this one. Do you think that would be what He desires?”
“The bear has rampaged his village, he is alone, and he is close to death. Bring him to the place of living, please.” the large Gargoyle’s pleadings were unbearable.
Her heart churned deep in her as she saw the body of the one before her. Flashes of a distant age when she too was brought to a doorstep and placed in the care of the Dark Lord. Closing her eyes against the flood of emotions, her voice grew low as a growl and sinister as the deep night.
“Fine, on one condition.” she glared at Kaligeri with crimson eyes and fangs fully extended, “you will become his Watcher and will guard him when I cannot.”
Nodding his agreement the work began to quickly care for the Prize before it was too late.
“You will need to hunt for us.” she said with a nod towards the open window. “Fly now and be quick about it. He will be in need when you return.”
Her strength allowed her to carry the lifeless form to her chambers where a running stream acted as a bath. Laying him on the Elven couch she cleaned his wounds enough to asses the damage and time she still had available. His low groans and whimpering moan spurred her into action.
Holding his head in her arms she whispered empty words of comfort to the unconscious figure. The words that echoed in her own mind when she was in the same role as he. Quickly embracing his body taking the little bit of life that remained she then offered her own hoping and encouraging him to take her Gift.
“Please, dalhar, take this and live.” she whispered into his ear almost desperate for him to respond.
His sharp intake of a last full breath and the flash of blaze eyes turned the quiet night into a raging feast. The timing of the Gargoyle’s return was impeccable and the lesson in feeding was quickly learned. There was no regret in the eyes of the Matriarch as she watched the newly turned vampire take on the fury of blood lust. His movements were quick and exact yet sloppy and clumsy, with practice he would indeed be a force in which to contend.
When his eyes cleared returning to the bright blue of a clear spring sky she spoke to him.
“I am Izznet, you may call me an’kin, or Teacher, if you prefer to use your own language. I will assist you in your … Change.”