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sarithia
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Fear

Post by sarithia » Mon Jun 17, 2019 5:52 am

The light penetrated the canopy of the trees, casting dark shadows that seemed to shy away from the presence of the moon. What little sounds hung in the air seemed to condemn the campers to hold their breaths. They were tired, emotional, and paranoid of every snap or crackle that potentially threatened the rare solace they found in their escape.

The Emeratu show no fear. The Emeratu do not back down.

A twig snapped, and everyone froze.
That singular sound seemed to freeze time. Such an odd thing, that a sound that was so normal could possibly have that much power. With breaths hitched in their throats, their blood ran cold within their veins much to the chagrin of their pounding hearts. To some of the campers, it sounded all too similar to the war drum that beat no less than two days prior, the very thing that signaled, as they would soon found, their demise, or worse.

One can hide in darkness. One can survive. One can watch from the very shadows and learn all they need to know of their enemies, and then strike out. Much whhen the latter least expects it. Darkness welcomes you should you welcome Her. Light, Delegate, is the invader, and in Darkness can you be safe.

The Crone's words echoed in her mind followed prompt by the almost incomprehensible notion of how wrong their elderly leader was. The war drum had beat too little too late. By the time the Wardens where aware, they where cut down in the dead of night by creatures that Darkness herself had birthed. Flesh like shadows and hair like moonlight, they came. As silent as spiders, and just as deadly, creeping passed the most talented of the Emeratu Stalkers that fell without grace or honour from their Marks. Those whom weren't taken alive had fled. What else could they do?
It was her and her sister, mere children, that could be considered one of the lucky ones, though some could say that term was an understatement. Here they sat, the remnants of the great Emeratu, unnerved by a twig. And rightly so.
Darkness had found them. She lunged forwards from her cloak of shadows. Her pale hair shun brightly in the shaft of light and her red eyes screamed of the riches she'd experience from their demise... or worse.

The Emeratu, in that moment, showed only fear.
The Emeratu, in that moment, backed down.

Greivern Elisbrinn [Active]
Yaen Oakenshade [We'll see]
Anakhsun Emeratu [Shelved]
Jihael [Dead]
Nhil [Inactive]


sarithia
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Anathema I

Post by sarithia » Fri Nov 01, 2019 2:49 pm

It had been weeks since they had been caught, or that's what it felt like. The hours passed by slowly at first, until gradually they all drifted into one. One long, long stretch of time that made reverie nigh on useless; one could barely escape for a moment without the sound of a scream to shatter their attempt at finding some moments solace in dreams.
Her arm stung, and her head pounded more. She hadn't meant to do it. When ebony fingers had curled around her arm, it was as if something blossomed within her gut. The words where uttered, her hand was lifted, and the drowess experienced a ball of pure rage expel against her face. That brief moment of firey power had felt good, sure. But what followed next... not so much.

They had been rounded up, one by one, and then lead and confined to what could be construed as an abandoned well. They hadn't needed chains to contain them; all six of the Greenskins that she suspected where left of the Emeratu where crammed, barely able to move, and in a way, where each others chains. They didn't want to leave one another, and didn't want to submit. Folly for them.
They had been ten to start with, after they had been rounded up into intelligently sized groupings - strongest broken from the stronger – and lead separate to their respective prison cells.
Eldrakh was the last to be taken. It could perhaps have been a day since they had dragged him from his mother. The Greenskin was barely shy of his century when the shadows came in the night, came to invade and to laugh and to steal. He was a tall, wiry creature, set to become a fierce Stalker had he the chance to grow. To learn. His future had died with his scream, and then silence. The silence only fed the detail of his demise in their minds.

A narrow patch of light often broke through the wooden panel that had been slid over the mouth of the well some several feet above them. She could not make heads or tails whether it was the sun blessing them, or the moon, but either way, she was thankful for it. Glancing around, she saw the vacant faces of the remainders of her clan; drawn, brows knit together, helpless. It was only when footsteps sounded that life was summoned back into their features, and even then, it was fear. Their wide eyes shot up.
The tongue that the drow spoke was odd. It was malign, sharp, and though she did not understand the words, she knew they had come for their next. There was a clinking of metal – chains, perhaps – and the wooden panel was slid away. Moonlight silhouetted their forms, and she cursed them for taking that small blessing away from her. She cursed them even more when red eyes lingered upon her, the vague detail of a charred face evident. In one simple stare, she guessed a potential future. Her breath hitched in her throat.

Greivern Elisbrinn [Active]
Yaen Oakenshade [We'll see]
Anakhsun Emeratu [Shelved]
Jihael [Dead]
Nhil [Inactive]


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