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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 4, 2014 21:39:46 GMT -6
As ashen breathed heavily, she tryed to steady her rapid heart beat. she sat in the far corner of the bed chambers, a place she became a custom to hiding in. the voices where back, the thoughts emerged to life like a wilted flower coming into bloom once more. she held her head in her hands chanting "no" quietly with "go away, your not real" unknown to her, her body began to rock. the voices echoed in her mind as she silently begged, no pleaded for it to stop. these where the same voices, images and illusions she had to trudge throw when she was held in her cell. back in that god forsaken place.
~all your ally's will betray you, they always have. your just as pathetic as the company you so desperately grasp onto you imbecilic girl.~ the voices echoed louder and louder almost minicing her voice. she tryed to over power them with her voice but to know avail. yelling back at herself to stop to silence them. she continued to rock as she was now screaming and pleading for them to stop. she could not see it but her eyes where turning black as night. her skin was even falling into a shade of sickly grey. tears began to well up in her eyes....i am breaking....what triggered this...what was happening?!
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Feb 4, 2014 22:47:35 GMT -6
Drethiel stepped into the dark room, peering inside with a concerned expression. Something had started to feel extremely off, and he didn't like it. The aura surrounding the corner was something he had felt before... in the woods, he believed. Ashen yelled and screamed in protest at some unknown voice - or, supposedly unknown. He pursed his lips and grit his teeth, realizing that the malevolence he felt emanating from the room was twisted, and quite possibly caused by a winged evil he knew. Miara.
He swallowed, and spoke up lightly into the darkness to try to push back against the fearful noises she was making. "Ashen? What's going on here?" He walked a bit closer and stopped, feeling weighed down by whatever force this was. Keeping his voice as sweet and soft as he could, he asked again, a bit quieter. "Are you alright?"
Fighting back a scowl, he drew closer, immersing himself in the filthy aura to get a closer look at Ashen's state. He wouldn't rest until this area was pure and clean again.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 4, 2014 22:59:46 GMT -6
ashen looked up in horror as her 'mother' drew closer. she could hear a very faint male voice but it was over powered by the venomous words of her mother. ~you killed me, why would you kill me. sure i didnt show you the love you needed but...i protected you...i helped you survive...and you killed me~ tears flowed from Ashens eyes as her 'mother' got closer and closer. she tired to back up but she was already in the corner. turning her head toward to wall. her words came out more like whimpers. "im sorry, im so sorry please dont come near me." she begged looking back at her mother "your not suppose to be here...your dead....you have been dead for 20 years...mother please im sorry." horror never left her face. slowly she reached for her dagger in her boot...if she gets any closer ill kill her. i know its not her i just know its not! she readied herself
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Post by Drethiel on Feb 4, 2014 23:14:24 GMT -6
Drethiel's eyes widened quickly at the word "mother". This was worse than he thought. Inhaling, he went against her wishes and picked up his pace, crouching in front of her and swiftly putting his hand on her forehead. She was delusional, seeing illusions... but would an illusion combat another illusion? He focused his energy, eyeing up Ashen's hand that was inching towards her boot. This trick was work a shot.
Dreth's eyes blinked open, revealing a set of red ones that replaced his own icy blues. In a second, he took on the form of Fallen, dark skin, white hair and all. "Calm down." He whispered, making sure the red eyes met her jade ones in the dark. Illusions as complex as this lowered his strength and took a lot out of him, but the situation was dire and Ashen needed to be relieved of her torture as quickly as possible.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 4, 2014 23:26:00 GMT -6
ashens heart nearly stopped in her chest when the image turned into Fallen. her hand freezing on the blade. "f-fallen?" the words rang in her head ~calm down~ she began to relax, her head began to slightly hang forward. she then sniffed...that wasnt fallen's scent...it....wasnt...fallen's......As she came to realized it wasnt him, her eyes locked with his as her head remained low. a low primal growl emerged from her thoat as her grip on her blade tighten "your not him....your her arnt you? you pulled this trick before...in the woods...your that witch that captured me....YOUR HER ARNT YOU!" She yelled as she pushed her other hand on fallens chest making him fall to his back. she moved onto his stomach pulling the blade from her boot, bringing it up above her head. "DIE YOU EVIL WITCH!!" she screamed bringing the blade down, aiming for in between his eyes. her eyes still black.
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Post by Drethiel on Feb 4, 2014 23:42:37 GMT -6
Dreth cursed under his breath as he was pushed to the ground. Everything was a blur aside from the sharp glint of the blade above his head, caught by whatever light protruded from the doorway. Letting his illusion fall, Drethiel crossed his arms over his face to protect himself. "Ashen!" He cried out in desperation and let the blade pierce his flesh. Once the skin broke and the blood spilled, he moved his arms slightly and looked up into her black eyes. "I shouldn't have tricked you, I apologize. Ashen. Ashen it's me... Drethiel. Your mother was never here..." He paused for a moment, wincing in pain. His blood flowed from the wound, and he directed it up her blade and onto her hand. The cold liquid ran its way up her arm, over the shoulder and onto her face where he froze it in place.
At that moment, he froze his wound as well. "Snap out of it." He exhaled heavily, trying to steady his breath and cope with the pain in his arms.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 4, 2014 23:56:43 GMT -6
~Ashen! you are a fool, how dare you attack me Drethiel. your mother was never here.~ as her anger melted she looked down in horror as her mothers voices seemed to fade in and out from..."d-drethiel?!" she could smell him...his blood. but she still saw her mother. tears began to well up in her eyes once more as she looked down still holding the blade in place. "h-how do i know its you? and not just some trick?" her hands began to shack on the blade. she was becoming unbearably hot.
it felt like her skin was on fire, and her blood that pumped in her veins was lava itself. the same feeling when she was forced to kill those she cared for to survive. but....what was she to do? if it was an illusion it would be Maira...she could kill her right here right now? but what if it was Drethiel....she would be killing a friend....hell she was hurting him right now....she just needed proof...proof it was him something small could easily be an illusion....
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Post by Drethiel on Feb 5, 2014 1:00:42 GMT -6
"Ashen. Trust me!" He felt her body temperature rise to uncomfortable heights, and found his own fighting to keep its frigid state. A pulsing sensation filled his head, and he swallowed hard. He felt his stomach turning, and he wished to bury his face in a mound of snow if only to stop the pounding against his forehead. "It's... me. Please. You know this. You know that it's me." His face twisted into a look of frustration as he shut his eyes hard. He tried to raise his voice, but he couldn't bring it louder than a whimper. "Please. Y-you're hurting me..." His arms trembled, and he felt the fever taking him over. He focused all his energy into holding the blade away from his face, but Ashen's dagger began to slice and draw blood on his nose. Hot blood.
Nausea welled up inside Drethiel with the heat that was consuming his body, weakening him. Ashen's tears were lost in the dark, and Dreth was on the verge of losing himself in it as well. He mouthed the words he wished to say. I'm not Miara. I promise. With that, he pulled his bottom arm out of the blade while letting out a pained noise, and reached out to his side, hitting the floor. He let his body temperature rise fully, holding back his dry heaves as it climbed to match Ashen's. He felt like he was going to be sick... and if he waited long enough, there was the possibility that he might be. He balled his free hand into a tight fist, and within seconds, water began to trickle in through the doorway. At first only a little bit flowed, but as he grit his teeth and tensed up, a steady stream pooled, and covered the floor around them. He took a shaky breath, and stretched his hand outward again, quickly. Drethiel made the water twirl around Ashen in thin spirals, in hope that she would see his powers and feel the chill that they gave off. Crackling sounds could be heard around the kinto and angel as the water turned to slick ice, trying to melt as it climbed near Ashen, and refreezing in protest.
If she was not convinced that it was indeed him, he feared he would be knocked unconscious from heat exhaustion, if not regular exhaustion.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 5, 2014 1:24:04 GMT -6
Seeing the water freeze around her, she let go of her blade. Putting her hands up to her mouth as she gasped. As she gazed upon the water the darkness in her eyes faded, leavening behind her bright jade eyes filled with terror and regret. She looked back down at who was once an illusion of her mother now was drethiel, looking very sick, and bloody. "Gods above damn me, dreth! I'm so sorry! I thought you where..I mean...I didn't" her words began to get caught in her throat. She leaned down trying to move her arm underneath him. "You need cold if you can hold into me I'll carry you outside" she tryed to sound strong even though her tears....you hurt your ally...your friend. You are pathetic ashen...you really are if you let illusions make you a puppet... After just giving up on lifting him she slung him over her shoulder. "Dreth say something please! I'm sorry!" After scrambling to her feet she started to slowly make her way to the stairs to get up and outside side
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Post by Drethiel on Feb 5, 2014 1:47:06 GMT -6
The water in the room stood still on the floor now, sitting out of place on the stone. Drethiel winced at Ashen's touch, but felt relieved that she was back to her senses. He didn't even try to verbalize how he felt, knowing all too well that it wouldn't do any justice. He merely nodded and looked at her, before attempting to pull the dagger out of his arm. A gasp escaped his lips, and he felt hot tears blur his vision and trickle down his face. Dreth felt utterly pathetic - like a child, helpless and weak. He had hardly moved the blade, and the burning wouldn't stop. His blood ran warm, staining his once-pristine white clothing, and sullying his pallid complexion. A steady blush had surfaced onto his face, and he made no attempt at protesting when Ashen slung him over her shoulder. It hurt to move, and he didn't speak for fear of vomiting. He just prayed silently that he would soon feel the comforting blast of winter air surrounding his body soon.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 5, 2014 2:26:24 GMT -6
Quickly she continued till she reached the door. with her free hand she opened the door, there was no wind. it was still cold she closed the door behind her and set Drethiel down in a large pile of snow that was a few feet from the door. he sank in it like a child in a pile of leaves. after setting him there she feel to her knees in the snow. tears still streaming down her face...im a horrible friend...im just horrible. she thought. as she sat in the snow it almost appeared as if steam was coming off her body. faint lines of steam quickly faded in the air. she caught a glimmer of this...how warm was she? this only seemed to happen after her...episodes... she looked up at Drethiel who was still slightly sinking in the snow. "im sorry, im so so sorry" she practically whimpered as she looked down again, holding onto her shoulders as if she where hugging herself. "please dont hate me, im sorry" her voice was trembling. what have i done.... her body began to shiver, with her body so warm and the air so clod . It actually affected her. However she stayed, her suffering was nothing compared to Dreths.
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Post by Drethiel on Feb 5, 2014 23:59:37 GMT -6
Suddenly, Dreth found himself to be immersed in numbing snow. He took a deep breath and let his eyes shut, feeling the rigid crystals cool his body back down to its usual temperature. The color receded from his face, and the unnatural warmth left his being. He groaned, and manipulated the snow so that it covered him completely, hoping to put himself through some kind of deep freeze - as if purging himself of a deadly illness. He could hear Ashen's muffled sobbing and through the layer of white, and let his expression draw blank. He was still bleeding from his arm, with her dagger protruding out of it. Blood red seeped into the snow, creating a vibrant contrast. Dreth was in a recovering state, still trying to grasp what happened, when his memory dug up the image of her blackened out eyes.
A shiver ran through his body. Not from the cold, but from the situation he had just experienced. Ashen was cursed, tainted so horribly by Miara and she was paying for it every day for all that he knew. He imagined the tears flowing down her face, blurring her vision with warm discomfort, realizing all that she had done... living with the guilt for every time something like this happened. Oh, did he ever know this feeling. It was so very familiar, but not from this point of view. He knew it, but never felt it. If he weren't any wiser, it would have seemed that his heart had backed up through his chest and buried itself in the icy ground below. He was always the puppeteer, never the puppet. At least, not after that one, single time.
This is why he never let his heart warm up to others again. This is why he lived only for himself. This is why he froze his sincerity and compassion, numbing emotions and morals until they were absolutely necessary. He was always deducting ways in which he could benefit from a deal or alliance, but this was one relationship that was driven by his sheer curiosity. He may have bled many times over the years, but physical pain never measured up to emotional torment.
Angels like him weren't supposed to feel. They weren't built to feel. They weren't supposed to experience these things first hand, to feel the anguish of one's own sword ending the life of another. But the moment the blade ripped through his arms, stopping just shy of his forehead, Ashen's fear and doubt writhed upon him like dark and wispy tendrils.
Her apologies traveled through the air, heavy and laden with regret. Though Drethiel's nausea had fully disappeared, he was far from being okay. Each sniffle and cry from her direction seemed to wash over him like a wave, pushing him further down into a rare fatigue. He opened his mouth to speak, but not even a smile would form. Part of him wanted to break free from his icy tomb and wipe away her tears, but the other part argued hard that running and hiding was his greater talent.
Finally coming to a decision, he grit his teeth and raised his hand, sending the snow flying upward and letting it fall in soft, delicate flakes. The moonlight of the now-calm night glimmered off of the flakes, and Drethiel finally got a good look at Ashen. There she was - a mess, really - breaking down and receiving an unpleasant shock due to her body heat clashing with the frigid winter air. His face had drawn into a tired frown, dark circles under his eyes more prominent than usual. His posture and expression held no carefree nature or jest, he simply looked at her, empathizing with someone for the first time in a long time. It felt foreign and dangerous.
"Worry not. I still trust you." He spoke clearly, and quietly, averting his eyes from hers and towards the ground. He, too, knew the feeling of betrayal, and the importance of trust.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 6, 2014 0:31:32 GMT -6
Ashen looked up at Drethiel "i-im so sorry, the voices, the images...the illusions, i-i didnt know what to believe" she looked at his arm, her flat bladed dagger still sticking out. pain spread across her face more so. she wanted to take the blade out and heal him, but she felt helpless, useless. his words almost defeated but the whispers and echos she could hear.
as she continued to cry looking down the darkness began to creep from her body again. ~this is why you shouldn't have anyone in your life, this is why you should be alone~ "im sorry" she whispered "i dont know why...i trusted him...and i hurt him..." ~then maybe you should disappear so you dont hurt him anymore~ "im so sorry dreth, ill disappear im sorry just say the word and ill leave forever" she was still holding onto her shoulders. she was shivering at this point but she didnt care. she just wanted to evaporate into the air around her. give up everything...why was she fighting so hard to survive when everything around her just gets hurt or dies without you.
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Post by Drethiel on Feb 6, 2014 1:45:11 GMT -6
Drethiel shook his head and protested. "Stop."
He flashed his cold eyes towards hers, demanding eye contact. "You do realize that what happened in the basement was more or less a shared experience, correct?" Dreth grimaced, and planted his hands on the ground, willing the snow around Ashen towards him, and her along with it. When she was within reach, he placed his cold hands on her face, and examined her eyes up close, looking for abnormalities. "I'm not so cruel as to cast you away after that." Gently, he let out and curled his wings forward so that they surrounded the two of them safely.
"I know what it's like to be cast out and disposed of, you know. It's painfully familiar. But I guess you could say it was partly my fault as I was a fool." His eyes drifted towards the dagger that was still sticking out of his arm, and his lips pressed together firmly. "Also, you might want to take this back. I would consider that a good enough apology."
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 6, 2014 2:17:10 GMT -6
Ashens nails sank into her skin when she felt like she was moving. her eyes shot open when she finally came to a stop. As Drethiel hands gently held her face, the rest of the darkness seemed to flee away from his touch. her eyes where purely her's now. she tryed to listen to his words, trying to regulate her breathing and heart beat. "h-how do you know what this is like!?, you have no idea whats its like to be completely alone in this seeing nothing but shadows, illusions, words echoing in your mind telling you to give up and die." she wiped her tears away. "sorry, that was uncalled for..." her words stopped as when she felt his wings around her. she looked around to see Dreths wings holding her, she looked at him with curiously and surprise.
she continued to listen to him this time, her mind was silent. painfully familiar? disposed of? fool? those words echos as she slowly moved her hand to the handle of her dagger. quickly she ripped down then gripped where he was stabbed with her free hand, chanting her heal spell. it was her fault he was hurt least she could do was heal him. once she was done she moved her hand away slowly as if her letting going would make her fall, or break his arm. she looked down at the bloodied dagger...she wasnt safe holding a weapon...not right now. sitting up slightly she threw the dagger toward the entrance of the silver scale. "i dont want to even look at that right now" she hissed. she looked back at Dreth "are you ok? i am still sorry, but you are not a fool dreth. if anything you risked your self to save me from...well me. thank you"
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