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Date Posted: 16:42:22 05/06/05 Fri
In reply to:
Zeth
's message, ".:. I cant. I've gone numb.:. " on 18:57:59 05/03/05 Tue
starting slightly as the heavens told suddenly of their anger. thunder lashing out with the sharp crack of a whip across ones back. the energy radiating and gathering so as to rip through the sky once more with its accusations. flashes of lightening, like the anger crazed eyes of her master, bring emphases to the condemnation she heard in the storm. she was weak and soon to deal with the consequences, weakness achieving nothing but ones own fall. the words of her master echoing harshly within her mind with each passing clash of fury. frame flinching barely noticeable with each new clap of thunder as though it felt the soul shaking force within its self. her mind reeling, a gasp sounding, what ever words she cried drowned out by the still raging storm. her mind slowly becoming paralyzed with fear, no thought of the knife nor him present in her state of panic, figure frozen in spot. the pouring rain now soaking through the thin silk shirt and slacks that clothed her, deserved, a reminder that her blood was to run cold, as cold as the rivulets that streamed down her bodice. a shiver shaking her form lightly caressing along her spine to rub in the cold numb feelings.
storms terrifying to her, a haunting of her past that would never let her go. yes a past.. but not one what would count as a humans might. her past holding no true time nor happenings until she had been summoned forth to do what was demanded of her. whatever life she had lived before forgotten as she was brought forth by word of mouth. her presence purely evil or so they had said when staring at her with wicked glee. a Demoness tainted by nothing, created from destruction and the black arts to harness and use as they saw fit. the sadistic gleam in their eyes still imprinted upon her mind brought back to life when it stormed, a nightmare she feared more then anything else. their heavy handedness and cruelty like nothing that could ever be understood. their ways of taming the untamable twisted and torturous. her habit induced breath ( from posing as a human) becoming quicker. pools as wide as saucers as she was over taken by her fears and the memories that flooded her mind almost in a trance of sorts.
hand raising with the knife not for him but herself to end what she could not, his touch jerking her from her suicidal thoughts, warmth keeping her grounded to the here and now. pools blinking blankly, her fingers hesitantly releasing the blade handle with his coxing. no... frame shuddering, water streaking her features hiding the tears that fell in the confusion. her world seeming to fall apart and yet stabilize in his grip though she did not understand why. a feeling that perhaps to a small extent he knew of her suffering, this being a comfort. the blade falling with an ominous click as it hit the grate. the thunder having paused for that moment as if marking the time as important. a decision that could not be reversed made in those silent seconds. hands falling to her sides weaponless as she stepped forward still uncertain of her actions and what was happening. a weigh of sorts having lifted from her shoulders in that one small step.
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