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Post by Aleydis on Mar 15, 2009 14:56:26 GMT -5
Air
His hand closed on her throat an instant after the knife traced a line of fire across her belly. Aleydis tried to gasp for air but could only choke; already she could feel her tongue swelling in her mouth. The face hovering above hers shimmered, framed by flashes of white light. His pale lips moved and a moment later the words penetrated the ringing in her ears. "So you see, pain also intensifies when you aren't able to breathe."
Apples
She crouched beside the dead warrior priest. One hand was snarled in a riot of auburn hair, the other fumbled with the odd ring of leather that had failed to protect the woman's throat. Even dead, you people just have to be difficult, Aleydis grumbled to herself. The buckles weren't coming loose, and the stiff leather prevented her from tearing free the necklace she was trying to loot from the corpse. Sitting back on her heels, the zealot sighed and scrubbed a hand over her face, bracelets clicking softly with the movement. Then she paused, sniffing at her fingers. "Ooh, this one smells like apples."
Bugs & Drink
"Just drink it!" she told the Black Guard. "It's good for you, I promise! Only the freshest ingredients."
Dark
Aleydis squinted at the sky, hoping for a glimpse of the sun's position. A roll of thunder answered that glance and a heavy bank of unnaturally purple clouds announced the rapid approach of a storm. Ushering in a new age of darkness was all well and good, but it wreaked havok with her sense of time.
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Post by Aleydis on Mar 18, 2009 21:24:57 GMT -5
End
The baby waved his chubby fists at her face, chortling as the girl twisted her expression into an exaggerated grimace. He was only a month old and yet Aleydis had discovered he grew much faster than was normal. What she bounced in her lap right now had the look of a babe of at least eight months. Looking on him made her heart swell with pride.
"Who's my little man? You're my little man! That's right, you are, yes you are..."
The cave was sparsely furnished, but warmed by a tiny smoke-less fire and the furs she'd spread on the bare dirt floor. Aleydis felt safe here, finally. It had been a terrifying month but the risk had been well worth it-- she could tell the boy adored her, that he looked at her as his mother. Anyone could see it. They only had to gaze into those glowing blue eyes and see it... He was hers. Her child. Her boy. Who had made his conception possible, after all? Who had ushered him into this world?
"Blorp?" The baby stuffed his fist into his mouth and turned the eyes that so enraptured the midwife towards the cave entrance.
The scrape of a heavy boot on stone was unmistakable, as was the sudden rolling growl of a number of hounds. Aleydis clutched her child to her chest and scrambled back to the rear of the cave. It felt as if there were no air left in her lungs, but the babe screamed loud enough for both of them.
Fire
It had been a satisfying battle. The ground was strewn with the soft, torn bodies of the village's population, its cottages roared with dancing flames. Aleydis paused, glanced around to see if anyone was watching, and then sidled towards the window of the nearest burning structure. The heat of it was enough to make the skin of her face feel tight. She skimmed her flattened palm over the fire licking along the home's windowframe, then closed her watering eyes and shivered as gooseflesh swept over her.
Food
The pig's gutted carcass sprawled on the ground of the camp, a few listless flies buzzing around the charred hole that had opened its throat. The Zealot sat near its lolling head, her knees tucked to her chest with her bloody arms secured around them, and glowered into the poor beast's filmy eyes.
"Eh? Did you have a taste for ham for dinner, Aleydis?" Zafira paused on her way by, lifting an elegantly sculptured brow at the girl.
Without looking up from her glaring contest, Aleydis spat out, "He was rude."
The sorceress hesitated, shook her head, then continued on. "Alright then."
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Post by Aleydis on Mar 21, 2009 2:10:16 GMT -5
Taboo - Inspired by True Events and Brought to You by Insomnia
The land was ravaged by an enemy army, by trolls, by gors and still Sigmar's roadside shrine boasted a proud array of offerings-- the hilt of an old dagger, candles long since burnt to a puddle of wax, even a braided ring of wilted flowers. The Blackguard regarded the rubble, eyes narrowed, and then swept them from the altar with a contemptuous grunt.
"My Lord! Look!"
Aleydis had used a fallen brick as a step, and was now perched behind the sneering statue of the man-turned-god. The zealot's small form was hidden save for her arms, which she had slipped beneath Sigmar's armpits to secure her position.
"Hear me, my children," the girl boomed, doing her best to achieve a worthy baritone. One bangled arm beckoned at the Druchii, who expressed his lack of amusement by folding his arms and regarding the show in silence. Undeterred, Aleydis continued. That raised arm pointed a finger towards the heavens for emphasis. Her other hand occupied itself with rubbing circles on Sigmar's cold, bare belly. "Hear me, listen well! The gods did not give you bodies that you should not touch them! Come to me! Touch my nipples!"
The girl's roving hand crawled over the god's stomach, swept up to his chest and then paused with thumb and forefinger poised to strike. Before that pinch could land on the deity's stone nipple, a hand seized her hair from behind and jerked the zealot from her perch.
Essien was smirking. The thin show of amusement did not keep him from tightening his grip enough to make her scalp sting, however. "Enough of your nonsense. Let's go."
With a twist and shove he sent the giggling zealot towards the road, following a pace behind.
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Post by Raiven Thorn on Mar 21, 2009 7:46:22 GMT -5
Care to share the true event this was based on?
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Post by Aleydis on Mar 21, 2009 10:31:37 GMT -5
((Essien and I made it into Troll Country yesterday, and in our wanderings-- usually caused by me going "Oooh, look!" and dashing off-- we came across a couple of statues. One was a real oddity, that of a clothed Asur maiden; usually only their male statues get that honor, while the females have to settle for loincloths or strategically placed locks of hair. The other was the shrine of Sigmar described in the above tale.
I am an irreverent person. While Essien poked around the sites, I got it into my cold-addled mind that it would be funny to speak for the statues. So. I did. The above lines spoken by Aleydis are quoted directly from a screenshot. Writing here allowed me to add in the arm movements, and swap out an amused Essien for a more IC Essien. I also took some incriminating screenshots that might prove once and for all that Sigmar wasn't the ol' stick in the mud that you Imperials pretend he is! ))
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Post by Aleydis on Apr 7, 2009 19:38:30 GMT -5
Head
Aleydis closed her lips almost delicately around the silver tube's tip and inhaled deeply, then held her breath. The smoke curled over her tongue. It tasted of cinnamon, deep with spice, but left her lungs feeling heavy and cool.
She dropped the pipe and rolled from stomach to back, arms stretching lazily above her head. The silk of the lilac pillows cradling her body was warm, licking against her skin as she arched into a delicious stretch.
Wisps of smoke drifted from her nose as the zealot slowly exhaled.
A man was laughing, elsewhere in the temple. He had a deep voice that bounced off of the marble walls. Aleydis let her eyes drift shut, wanting to close her senses off to everything but the sweet fog that filled her head.
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