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Briallan
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Date Posted: 07:43:29 03/19/05 Sat
In reply to:
Sabra
's message, "death to all who meet my glance" on 16:36:29 03/18/05 Fri
One can beat Briallan up all they wanted. Over the centuries, she had developed a thick skin and did not allow weak insults to pierce her blackened heart. However, there was one thing that would never be tolerated. Those who attempt to cause harm or heartache upon Zeth or her children would have to have the hurt put on them. Pale jades spitting silent threat laced with venom, darkness defeated the streetlights and swallowed her ivory form entirely. Ruh roh, it seemed that some semblance of the old Bri was returning.
You know nothing.
With Briallan, things were not always as they seemed and when you fool yourself into believing that you have her all figured out, the rug is pulled out from under you. Zeth and Briallan may have their issues and fight sadistically with each other, however they did in fact share an unusual sort of affection for each other [a love-hate relationship].
Scrying into a frosted mirror from her dark stronghold, a very pissed off and sexually frustrated Bri stood with velvet fabric draped over her smooth shoulders and a severe frown marring her porcelain features. Certainly she could see from behind Zeth’s shoulder and if she so desired, reach out and touch flesh or whatever she wished within her grasp. This was how Briallan traveled and where she dwelled. In this dark little hole on another plane, their children grew and learned their arts.
“Open mouth and insert foot, bitch.”
This was like witnessing a horrific accident. One should look away, but you can’t help but stare at it. Wow. Her curiosity piqued, at first, Bri had been content to merely spy on this Sabra. Then things went from bad to worse. Just when you thought they couldn’t, right? Without a second thought, the surface of the glass warmed with her touched and her figure tipped forward as she tumbled through the looking glass. There would be no hare or tea party awaiting her on the other side.
Sabra fucked up and bad. Her first mistake was not knocking before entering. Then the insult merely gave her an excuse for a vendetta, but these Briallan could have let go. Fucking with Zeth got one killed. And not knowing whom exactly you’re tangling with. Really, Sabra, this just wasn’t very smart. Not at all.
Apparition sifting through the fragile veil between this plane and the next, Briallan continued straight through Zeth’s form. He would or should know that this was she who sifted through his essence. One did not forget the sensation of such an intimate caress such as this nor did it feel like a stranger’s touch.
The air was charged with energy and madness and if one had not been careful, it could sweep one up in the confusion, but Bri had been all too acquainted with madness [hahaha Anyone remember The Source?] and it wasn’t as if she were completely sane herself. A standing stone against the tempest, she would not budge. Centered and features blank, her bruised and wounded form withdrew from his, her weight pressing him against the mildewed building exterior.
There had been no pain as the cold metal ripped her supple flesh open, and her features did not reflect this at all. Instead, her chin tilted skyward for a heartbeat and as her spell had been cast, Briallan could not help but notice how lovely the stars were even with the streetlights competing for attention. How many times had she looked to the stars for guidance when she became so lost and rarely noticed their beauty!
Liquid fire washing over the surface of her flesh and gathering in puddles upon the pavement, a smirk crossed her features her painted lips as she uttered these words.
''With harm to none, my will be done
I hereby bind thee.
Your words cannot harm.
Your thoughts cannot harm.
Your actions cannot harm.
You cannot harm.
By all the power of three times three,
This spell bound around shall be. ''
Binding spells were wonderful for protection, but to make a point, Bri enjoyed breaking a bone or two to make things perfectly clear, but not this time. Not now. This was Zeth’s second chance [perhaps the billionth?] and he could deal with Sabra as he thought fit.
In the end, did the results of her choices really matter? Briallan had no clue, but this one, she could make sure that it did. Wrenching the blade from Sabra [I keep typing Sambra… oi], as blackened frost spread from the tear in her abdomen in effort to spare her life. Obviously, self-preservation came in second.
“Get thee hence!”
A detached fury lingering beneath the surface of those diluted ivy stones as a hand found Zeth’s and the other clasped over the inflicted injury, her will did not waver nor did the steady pulse of charged energy that skipped across her aura. Briallan was not a fool. She knew who Sabra’s target was and knew that Sabra knew that [wow. Confusing, ne?] she knew this. Question was, who really knew what the hell was going on?
[Gah. Yeah. I'm insane. I also need to stop listening to Frozen by Within Temptation]
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