Slowly infinite slowly enough to be painful his eyes opened a flood of unbidden memory swallowed his fragile awareness as musty air flooded his lungs hot and heavy against his cold insides.
I drowned my love I swallowed all the grief and it choked me entirely, yet death would not take me…no release for this crippled dove.
He looked around the small tomb the cold marble floor the delicate statues of divinity scored by long rows of claw marks as if some huge cat had taken them as scratching posts.
He chuckled a sound like gravel scouring glass emerging from his parched lips. Like the tide I am eternal…you can’t win against the tide no the tide has time on its side.
Looking down at the ruinous scars on his finger tips.
A few hundred years more and I could have scratched your lying face off entirely Elara.
He remembered the hoarse crack of spell craft and rank smell of blood and rot as he had called down the stay wards to set his sleep with in this tomb. Sleep of the dead next to the skeletal remains of lost love. How many years had he spent before then, he did not recall. Ranting and attacking the statue the false idol of broken dreams. How many more sitting simply sitting watching and waiting for answers a simple explanation a sign of purpose.
Flexing an emaciated hand he realized time had stolen both strength and anger from his veins. Mumbling a few words he thought to conjure up some basic substances nothing answered.
Slowly unfolding his tall frame he stood with a grimace this act the final proof he still lived. Leaning over he placed the most gentle kiss on upon were lips might have been on the grinning skeleton he had lay next to for so long.
Gentle rest beloved I shall intrude no longer on your eternal slumber turn your eyes now look to the here after. For the spirit you watched and loved in life followed your crossing. Melchore is dead and only Maliss remains.
Maliss like fire always spreads so I shall walk let me turn new eyes on this old world. Before weariness steals my will again.
Reaching out slowly he touches the last shimmering seal and the world moves around him. A green field an apple tree and short walk later he draws closer to the imposing grey walls of a place he will come to know as trollsbane.
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Maliss
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The winter had been bitter spent between hovel and hole huddled over the smoking embers of wet fires. It was not even that he could not have found better accommodation; simply he was loathed to renter the world. A world so changed every man and women a freelancer in a town with out any sense of propriety.
Slicking into town on occasion to pick up the meagerest of supplies and conduct informal enquiries which some may call easedropping slowly bit by bit he pieced togther a small idea of island's affairs.
Talk of the north intrigued him most not only was it the only bit of news worth hearing but more over a mountain town all but abandoned spoke of oppurtunity to him.
Awakeing one morning and again curseing the dew soaked through his cloak, he knew it was time it felt like time..........
Slowly unrolling his new cloak from his back he draped the night black material about his shoulders and walked briskly towards town.
A journey to varshikar........
Slicking into town on occasion to pick up the meagerest of supplies and conduct informal enquiries which some may call easedropping slowly bit by bit he pieced togther a small idea of island's affairs.
Talk of the north intrigued him most not only was it the only bit of news worth hearing but more over a mountain town all but abandoned spoke of oppurtunity to him.
Awakeing one morning and again curseing the dew soaked through his cloak, he knew it was time it felt like time..........
Slowly unrolling his new cloak from his back he draped the night black material about his shoulders and walked briskly towards town.
A journey to varshikar........
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Maliss
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. Time was fleeting and longevity its cruelest jest he mused to himself in the cold moon light. That you could waste it so see it speeding by and yet draw no closer to life or death.
He noted it had been snowing again, his cloak was soaked through but it didn’t matter he was always cold these days.
He ran a finger slowly down the long scar that dominated the right of his face. The moment he had cut out his eye replayed in his minds eye with crystalline clarity, a clarity that let him feel the dull blade slip through his soft eye and the lancing pain, the soft wet warmth of tissue torn asunder as he dragged the blade down his face.
Faces Mary's face twisted by the demon a moment’s release and her voice as if traveling from beyond....
Oh Maeve, dearest such is the legacy of our love tortured moments to strip me of sanity.
His mind drifted again and he snarled the name Farel....
How touching he thought that Farel had already found a new play mate. Had he kept himself away from Maeve balance could have been maintained so much avoided. For the longest time he had known Maeves fate had been his own doing. Yet lately he was unsure, if farel could so easily replace Maeve then the allowance he had made for the mans trespass based on the concept he loved her as fiercely was false...
Your fling guard cost us both her he snarled, so careless in love your touch was poison to my kindred soul.Damn you I shall hound you always you will yet drink equally of this nightmare.
I bleed with in and my face this self given brand, now i wear my heart of my cheeck, he smirked at the thought.
He had been idle to long again too many weeks and months wandering alone to screams and sobs and tortured thoughts. A second lover my own hand has turned to ash...
Malice yes I am like the tide, cannot win against the tide eternal it has time on its side.
He stoo from the frozen ground stiffly and stretching aching muscles slowly padded his way back towards town.
Recalling a letter in his pocket he pulled out a piece of paper blood and tear stained creased and smeered, the letter he had once given Maeve the only thing he had taken from her corpse.
I know you have a friend in me
For I have the freedom to fight you
I know you have the love in me
For I have the greed to yield to you
I know sometimes I am your enemy
For If i could i would bleed for you
And I know that you have a sage in me
For I have the wisdom to pray to you
I know that you have a soldier in me
For i am willing to arm my skills for you
I know that you have a prince in me
For I am hungry enough to bend and serve
And i know that there is a moth in you
That flys to the flame with in me
But will you burn long?
and will i burn bright....
He read it once and then tore it into piece's sprinkeling them over his shoulder...done is done and no pretty words could bind...
He noted it had been snowing again, his cloak was soaked through but it didn’t matter he was always cold these days.
He ran a finger slowly down the long scar that dominated the right of his face. The moment he had cut out his eye replayed in his minds eye with crystalline clarity, a clarity that let him feel the dull blade slip through his soft eye and the lancing pain, the soft wet warmth of tissue torn asunder as he dragged the blade down his face.
Faces Mary's face twisted by the demon a moment’s release and her voice as if traveling from beyond....
Oh Maeve, dearest such is the legacy of our love tortured moments to strip me of sanity.
His mind drifted again and he snarled the name Farel....
How touching he thought that Farel had already found a new play mate. Had he kept himself away from Maeve balance could have been maintained so much avoided. For the longest time he had known Maeves fate had been his own doing. Yet lately he was unsure, if farel could so easily replace Maeve then the allowance he had made for the mans trespass based on the concept he loved her as fiercely was false...
Your fling guard cost us both her he snarled, so careless in love your touch was poison to my kindred soul.Damn you I shall hound you always you will yet drink equally of this nightmare.
I bleed with in and my face this self given brand, now i wear my heart of my cheeck, he smirked at the thought.
He had been idle to long again too many weeks and months wandering alone to screams and sobs and tortured thoughts. A second lover my own hand has turned to ash...
Malice yes I am like the tide, cannot win against the tide eternal it has time on its side.
He stoo from the frozen ground stiffly and stretching aching muscles slowly padded his way back towards town.
Recalling a letter in his pocket he pulled out a piece of paper blood and tear stained creased and smeered, the letter he had once given Maeve the only thing he had taken from her corpse.
I know you have a friend in me
For I have the freedom to fight you
I know you have the love in me
For I have the greed to yield to you
I know sometimes I am your enemy
For If i could i would bleed for you
And I know that you have a sage in me
For I have the wisdom to pray to you
I know that you have a soldier in me
For i am willing to arm my skills for you
I know that you have a prince in me
For I am hungry enough to bend and serve
And i know that there is a moth in you
That flys to the flame with in me
But will you burn long?
and will i burn bright....
He read it once and then tore it into piece's sprinkeling them over his shoulder...done is done and no pretty words could bind...
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Maliss
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Last night I dreamt again we wandered through many broken visions as shattered pieces of twin mirrors, I had to let you go kitten. Memories may choke a mind and I am forlorn with out my clarity I would not be a toothless wolf. I would not pine in abject misery mourning my mistake it cheapens our memory our clandestine dream. We were one and now torn asunder I must rebuild and in the building replicate the burning ice that drove this mid winter heart.
I saw you again in dreams you who wander alone scarred and tethered, a nose of night about your neck who are you? I may never know kindred we are that we spent our warmth in slow bleeding chasing shadows of utopian dream. Is it so very different to bleed a life away to grief and hate as to open ones wrist to an altar and embrace the chill of servitude. Having so equably parted with soul or substance there of we both slow waltz this nightmare romancing the torment of flesh that aches in place of a heart at each dawns birth.
My dove what enchantment binds that we may stand kindred amidst the wreckage of life, what self fulfilled prophecy dictates that you will press a body fair against mine and revel in the descent into shadow and sorrow. What drives you to covet me as if I was not a lame creature prime spent in malady and self indulgent loathing? More over what ill twisted fate and cruel trick of the light leads me to look upon this and know love again have I not bled enough in the name of that crusade? My light my joy my weakness and sorrow Allura shall I live to see you buried in turn? Or shall we rise free above this seeping undying sorrow and twisted fate that tangles beneath our feet?
Time will reveal and we shall yet flow with its passage to resolution and ultimate answer, my gentle love.
Mairead,
Gentle heart child of joy a spirit rejoined from such a back ground a shadow of my love that now I must cherish as atonement. Look to the light and keep your heart gentle for I have lost too much and wept too bitterly to stand a taint against your nature. I once wandered in madness yearning a power not mine now I shall reveal in a joy not mine, live my smile gentle heart.
Stephen,
Oh how irrevocably bound we are now I envisage you never thought the loan of some armor and offer of protection would bring you such. Stumbling upon your spirit I could do no other for you may yet prove useful and further your path was cut short. Such greatness how ever simple should be allowed to bloom; I will risk to see it so. A game of balance every evil must be atoned and you are my great atonement. As you flourish so my debt is paid that I may yet linger and watch the world unfold.
Such thoughts spiraled through a mind set to exhaustion by the days over expenditure of resources and focus required to weave such subtle and mercilessly forceful energies as he had today. As in a waking dream trance and fatigue merged to create a lucid dream of recollection and speculation to rock a mind ravaged by exertion through a night that unfurled seemingly with out end.
I saw you again in dreams you who wander alone scarred and tethered, a nose of night about your neck who are you? I may never know kindred we are that we spent our warmth in slow bleeding chasing shadows of utopian dream. Is it so very different to bleed a life away to grief and hate as to open ones wrist to an altar and embrace the chill of servitude. Having so equably parted with soul or substance there of we both slow waltz this nightmare romancing the torment of flesh that aches in place of a heart at each dawns birth.
My dove what enchantment binds that we may stand kindred amidst the wreckage of life, what self fulfilled prophecy dictates that you will press a body fair against mine and revel in the descent into shadow and sorrow. What drives you to covet me as if I was not a lame creature prime spent in malady and self indulgent loathing? More over what ill twisted fate and cruel trick of the light leads me to look upon this and know love again have I not bled enough in the name of that crusade? My light my joy my weakness and sorrow Allura shall I live to see you buried in turn? Or shall we rise free above this seeping undying sorrow and twisted fate that tangles beneath our feet?
Time will reveal and we shall yet flow with its passage to resolution and ultimate answer, my gentle love.
Mairead,
Gentle heart child of joy a spirit rejoined from such a back ground a shadow of my love that now I must cherish as atonement. Look to the light and keep your heart gentle for I have lost too much and wept too bitterly to stand a taint against your nature. I once wandered in madness yearning a power not mine now I shall reveal in a joy not mine, live my smile gentle heart.
Stephen,
Oh how irrevocably bound we are now I envisage you never thought the loan of some armor and offer of protection would bring you such. Stumbling upon your spirit I could do no other for you may yet prove useful and further your path was cut short. Such greatness how ever simple should be allowed to bloom; I will risk to see it so. A game of balance every evil must be atoned and you are my great atonement. As you flourish so my debt is paid that I may yet linger and watch the world unfold.
Such thoughts spiraled through a mind set to exhaustion by the days over expenditure of resources and focus required to weave such subtle and mercilessly forceful energies as he had today. As in a waking dream trance and fatigue merged to create a lucid dream of recollection and speculation to rock a mind ravaged by exertion through a night that unfurled seemingly with out end.