Primal Worship II

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[120] Nymaya: Primal Worship (II)
Thu Aug  7 21:06:38 2014
To: All Reklah Ashtiel Dimidus Philyra ( RP Necrucifer Fatale )
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Hesitation.

She had an inkling of what she might see or dream if she drank of their strange concoction and she was not eager to visit it. There would be no turning back now though. She had agreed to attend.

The dancing had resumed; two circles moving in opposite directions around the stationary blaze. It was dizzying.

"Drink." The word was spoken as command and an otherworldly gleam shone within the shaman's eyes.

No more hesitation. The liquid went down her throat like fire, burning a path all the way to her soul. The bowl fell, her right hand lifted to hold her throat and the left would have followed but she was on her knees and a shadowy form held her wrist in a solid grasp.

A fever gripped her, comprised of gut-wrenching pain and strange wonder. Was she to die now? The elves had been worshiping the darkness...death.

If there was an answer, it appeared in the form of a dagger flashing dangerously in the night and culminated in sharp pain as its edge tore through her wrist and palm. The metallic scent of her own blood followed and she realized that she remembered this. A memory..

Gritting her teeth through the pain, her eyes watering with it, she turned from the priestess holding the dagger to look at the throne and the Queen sitting its cold stone.

Do you seek death. The woman spoke but her lips did not move. Her eyes flashed red in the shifting mists.

Does it seek me. She knew the answer though no voice spoke it. Her cry scraped forth then as claws tore into the dagger wound, ripping it open wider. There was no fighting it, so she endured.

What broke you?

*cont*