Discord
Changelog
10-29-2015, 03:58 AM
She took in the mists once more, shuddering breaths beginning to calm. "Home, Silverhair. Remember home." she spoke to herself softly. The elf, alone in the storage room could feel it slipping in once more. Even where she hid to escape it. Viscous red fluid began sliding down the cracks in the walls. There was no escape.
Looking down she could see it. Her hands covered in blood, a knife held in them. Another victim at her feet. Another person she killed to maintain her shattered honor. Her eyes widened as her emeralds gazed upon the horror of the brutally stabbed man on the ground. Her slender lips curled into a smile.
"How many?" she pondered aloud as she continued to stare at the body while the ooze continued to slip down the walls. "How many more will I be allowed to kill before they end Silverhair?" Their self-righteous looks. Their indignant attitude. Oh how delicious was the screams. Aglarondian rebels? They abandoned her. Thayans? Disgusting humans that would wipe their boots on her. The threats of death? It dulls the more it is heard. But to kill. To be unleashed by her Master to murder his enemies. It was now all she had, she could feel the desire to do more fill her body as the mist had filled her lungs.
Her laughter began to echo in the room. It was a twisted and unhinged sound that slipped past her lips. "Today I have met you death, and I will see you perhaps sooner than I hoped. But I will bring you as many souls as I can on my way!"
The laughter continued for some time, until her breath caught short. Falling to her knees, her body trembling and the bloody knife fell from her hands. There was no sound or even evidence the blade was ever there. No oozing walls. No body. Only a young elven girl trembling in the corner, an expression filled with horror and crying in a plain room with nothing but three chests and a ragged cot.
Looking down she could see it. Her hands covered in blood, a knife held in them. Another victim at her feet. Another person she killed to maintain her shattered honor. Her eyes widened as her emeralds gazed upon the horror of the brutally stabbed man on the ground. Her slender lips curled into a smile.
"How many?" she pondered aloud as she continued to stare at the body while the ooze continued to slip down the walls. "How many more will I be allowed to kill before they end Silverhair?" Their self-righteous looks. Their indignant attitude. Oh how delicious was the screams. Aglarondian rebels? They abandoned her. Thayans? Disgusting humans that would wipe their boots on her. The threats of death? It dulls the more it is heard. But to kill. To be unleashed by her Master to murder his enemies. It was now all she had, she could feel the desire to do more fill her body as the mist had filled her lungs.
Her laughter began to echo in the room. It was a twisted and unhinged sound that slipped past her lips. "Today I have met you death, and I will see you perhaps sooner than I hoped. But I will bring you as many souls as I can on my way!"
The laughter continued for some time, until her breath caught short. Falling to her knees, her body trembling and the bloody knife fell from her hands. There was no sound or even evidence the blade was ever there. No oozing walls. No body. Only a young elven girl trembling in the corner, an expression filled with horror and crying in a plain room with nothing but three chests and a ragged cot.