TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
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- Dec 17, 2013
Verrier stretched like a great cat - albeit a great bat-winged cat armored in obsidian and crimson scales - then shifted his bulk to make room for Clara beneath his wing. If she chose to sleep as a human, or to sleep at all, then so be it. "As you wish," he rumbled, curving his neck to watch her with one slitted eye. Then he angled his wing, offering her more room and shelter as the rain hammered down. Lightning flashed and thunder booked, an effect of the primordial chaos of their nature's warring with the ordered magics that kept the island aloft.
"A thousand years ago," he murmured, "Verdan Forest-Lord brought destruction upon himself. The qlippoth had turn through the barriers of existence and threatened the integrity of all. The 'Kettlepot Plague' as the humans of my domain name it now, a plague where the dead walked. But it was so much more. The qlippoth would have consumed all. It is the reason why, after eons of war, Afodisia chose to ally with me. Only Order and Chaos combined could defeat them."
He twisted his head a little, staring out into the storm. "Verdan did not agree. He bore a grudge, I believe, and sought to destroy me.". The great head nodded at an outcropping of white stone. "There, in what was once his pleasure palace. A great hunting lodge, where he bound me with shackles of adamant and flame. It might have been the end of me then, if he had not been a fool.". He chuckled as he said it. "I am the least of the Primordial Dragons, Clara - a shadow of the might of my father Uragan, or my mother Sotryaseniye, or of Yavost'cherev, or any of the others. But they are bound, slaves of the gods now, while I still roam free. Verdan should have wondered why, and planned better. And he should not have gloated, while I still lived."
Verrier smiled, displaying teeth like greatswords. "Only he could command the chains, and they changed as I did to bind me in any form I assumed. But he never imagined I would take his firm, that I would speak with his voice. And he died with a look of shock on his face. But not because I slew him.". He glanced at Clara. "No. It was because Afodisia arrived as we fought. He called to her for aid, and she named him fool and traitor and drove her golden spear through his gut."
Mykel woke to the pleasant golden light of morning sunlight diffused by curtains, and the delightful warmth of supple bodies nestled against him. He'd have been content to remain there, or maybe to wake the two priestesses up and enjoy the morning, except that his throat was dry and his mouth tasted like he'd eaten carrion and he needed to relieve himself. And so, carefully, he extracted himself from between Melinda and Cassandra and quickly determined he'd need to go elsewhere to attend to any of his needs. So he pulled his trousers and shirt on, and softly opened the door.
There was a demon there, an uncanny thing like a three day dead porcupine. Mykel's let out a cry of surprise and went for his sword by reflex. The porcupine thing barked in shock, raising taloned hands. "Peace!" it croaked. "This is the house of the Lord Furtan!"
Sheepishly, Mykel let his sword slide back into its scabbard. "I... my apologies," he managed. "I..."
"You are unaccustomed to demon's, as a regular sight?". Croaking laughter sounded. "I suppose not. Come, I will show you where you may clean yourself."
"A thousand years ago," he murmured, "Verdan Forest-Lord brought destruction upon himself. The qlippoth had turn through the barriers of existence and threatened the integrity of all. The 'Kettlepot Plague' as the humans of my domain name it now, a plague where the dead walked. But it was so much more. The qlippoth would have consumed all. It is the reason why, after eons of war, Afodisia chose to ally with me. Only Order and Chaos combined could defeat them."
He twisted his head a little, staring out into the storm. "Verdan did not agree. He bore a grudge, I believe, and sought to destroy me.". The great head nodded at an outcropping of white stone. "There, in what was once his pleasure palace. A great hunting lodge, where he bound me with shackles of adamant and flame. It might have been the end of me then, if he had not been a fool.". He chuckled as he said it. "I am the least of the Primordial Dragons, Clara - a shadow of the might of my father Uragan, or my mother Sotryaseniye, or of Yavost'cherev, or any of the others. But they are bound, slaves of the gods now, while I still roam free. Verdan should have wondered why, and planned better. And he should not have gloated, while I still lived."
Verrier smiled, displaying teeth like greatswords. "Only he could command the chains, and they changed as I did to bind me in any form I assumed. But he never imagined I would take his firm, that I would speak with his voice. And he died with a look of shock on his face. But not because I slew him.". He glanced at Clara. "No. It was because Afodisia arrived as we fought. He called to her for aid, and she named him fool and traitor and drove her golden spear through his gut."
Mykel woke to the pleasant golden light of morning sunlight diffused by curtains, and the delightful warmth of supple bodies nestled against him. He'd have been content to remain there, or maybe to wake the two priestesses up and enjoy the morning, except that his throat was dry and his mouth tasted like he'd eaten carrion and he needed to relieve himself. And so, carefully, he extracted himself from between Melinda and Cassandra and quickly determined he'd need to go elsewhere to attend to any of his needs. So he pulled his trousers and shirt on, and softly opened the door.
There was a demon there, an uncanny thing like a three day dead porcupine. Mykel's let out a cry of surprise and went for his sword by reflex. The porcupine thing barked in shock, raising taloned hands. "Peace!" it croaked. "This is the house of the Lord Furtan!"
Sheepishly, Mykel let his sword slide back into its scabbard. "I... my apologies," he managed. "I..."
"You are unaccustomed to demon's, as a regular sight?". Croaking laughter sounded. "I suppose not. Come, I will show you where you may clean yourself."