Seven Sins - Whatever It Takes

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[157] Nymaya: Seven Sins - Whatever It Takes
Sat Apr 29 01:43:58 2017
To: All Verminasia ( Equinox Storyline Religion Necrucifer ) Shadow
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Her pack, her belt, her weapons and sheaths hit the ground with a thud.

The clouds loomed dark, roiling. The patter of rain threatened and a low crescendo of distant thunder breathed ominous promise.

The practice dummy stood alone in the field, waiting, and with a deliberate motion she reached down to slowly pull her sword free. The metal hissed softly, the grip familiar in her scarred palm.

Her footsteps were silent on the grass as she prowled, feeling less and less in control. But that was the point of this little exercise. The blade whistled sharply as she spun it once.

Let go

And she did. There was finesse, grace and restraint at first, but as the moments slipped by it all degraded. Soon enough, she was hitting the straw just to hit it. When that wasn't enough, she gripped her sword in two hands and began to hack it to pieces, and again when that was not enough, she voiced her wrath. Her cry echoed and a crack of lightning followed, splitting the sky and letting loose the deluge. She was soaked in a matter of seconds. The rain was cold, her breath misting and though she shook, it was with suppressed rage.

She had made a lifetime or three out of learning to restrain her impulses. Kyorl had to be clear and certain of their actions when protecting a Shalonost. There had been no room for failure there and her mentor had been unrelentingly harsh in her training.

But she wasn't a Kyorl anymore. She was a mother watching her child die, hollowed by primal force, and all the training in the world didn't seem to matter to the rage boiling over then and there.

She closed her eyes, breathing hard, and embraced the painful rush before leaning her head back under the cold torrent. When she looked up again, her silver hair hanging heavy around her shoulders, the rage was once again contained and her attention was all for the upper floors of the Iagothal manor. He was up there, somewhere.

"I submit, Master" she breathed, her sound lost to the thunder and the deafening downpour, "Shape me to Your infinite Will."

"Whatever it takes." She whispered, determined and confident as she turned away to gather her things, once again in control.