Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Aug 28, 2007 21:52:35 GMT -5
D'rorah was running, her breathing fast and shallow. She was pushing herself, trying to catch a shadow, pushing her body to go as fast as it would. Finally, she shifted, melding to shadow form, and followed. She could feel the cold exhilaration of the Shadow Realm pulling at her mind, the darkness beckoning her to come closer, to remain longer. She felt as though she pursued her quarry for quite some time. Suddenly, she found herself surrounded... not only by shadows, but by Wraiths, Reapers.
She thought she might be able to escape without actually confronting them, but found her way blocked from all angles. With no other course of action, she half-shifted back to human form and drew her katanas. With no other option, she stepped in, swords moving with lightning speed, their metal singing as it sliced trough the air. As she did so, she lifted her voice in a chant meant to destroy the creatures that assailed her.
She fought for what felt like hours, feeling herself slowly slip further and further into darkness. There were simply too many of them... she had been injured, several fresh wounds now stained her robes a deep crimson, the tide of red blossoming out from several sources. As she lost blood and felt herself drifting into the shadow realm, she weakened. Her attackers, sensing her moment of weakness, stepped in for the kill.
Suddenly, the attack ceased; silence hung in the air like a pendulum blade, growing ever closer. Realizing she was on the ground, D'rorah righted herself, her vision fuzzing slightly as she did so. She looked up into the eyes of the Shadow Mage.
"Ahhh... Shadow Warrior of Wind. You thought I would have you killed? Oh no... you are far too valuable to me as you are now," she goaded with an evil smile. "Too weak to fight... darkness... oh yes, darkness shrouding your very soul. You will serve me now."
With that, the Mage stepped forward and placed her hands to the sides of D'rorah's head, nurturing the darkness that pulled her soul towards the Shadow Realm. It was an intense pain, nearly unbearable. She tried to scream, to push herself away, but couldn't. She watched as the Mage cut into her arm with a blade from one of the reapers, allowing the poison of the blade to seep into D'rorah's veins, chilling her very soul. She fell into darkness, feeling her emotions slip beyond her control, fighting with every fiber of her being.
In the dark of her dormitory, D'rorah sat up, breathing heavily. Her sheets were twisted around her body like a cage. Her skin glistened in the moonlight, small rivulets of sweat running over her body. It had been a dream... no, a nightmare. She looked around, thankful that no one had yet been assigned to her dormitory. Taking a shaky breath, she disentangled herself from her prison of damp fabric and made her way to her feet. There would be no sleep tonight for this Shadow Warrior, she thought, gazing up at the moon through the window.
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She thought she might be able to escape without actually confronting them, but found her way blocked from all angles. With no other course of action, she half-shifted back to human form and drew her katanas. With no other option, she stepped in, swords moving with lightning speed, their metal singing as it sliced trough the air. As she did so, she lifted her voice in a chant meant to destroy the creatures that assailed her.
She fought for what felt like hours, feeling herself slowly slip further and further into darkness. There were simply too many of them... she had been injured, several fresh wounds now stained her robes a deep crimson, the tide of red blossoming out from several sources. As she lost blood and felt herself drifting into the shadow realm, she weakened. Her attackers, sensing her moment of weakness, stepped in for the kill.
Suddenly, the attack ceased; silence hung in the air like a pendulum blade, growing ever closer. Realizing she was on the ground, D'rorah righted herself, her vision fuzzing slightly as she did so. She looked up into the eyes of the Shadow Mage.
"Ahhh... Shadow Warrior of Wind. You thought I would have you killed? Oh no... you are far too valuable to me as you are now," she goaded with an evil smile. "Too weak to fight... darkness... oh yes, darkness shrouding your very soul. You will serve me now."
With that, the Mage stepped forward and placed her hands to the sides of D'rorah's head, nurturing the darkness that pulled her soul towards the Shadow Realm. It was an intense pain, nearly unbearable. She tried to scream, to push herself away, but couldn't. She watched as the Mage cut into her arm with a blade from one of the reapers, allowing the poison of the blade to seep into D'rorah's veins, chilling her very soul. She fell into darkness, feeling her emotions slip beyond her control, fighting with every fiber of her being.
In the dark of her dormitory, D'rorah sat up, breathing heavily. Her sheets were twisted around her body like a cage. Her skin glistened in the moonlight, small rivulets of sweat running over her body. It had been a dream... no, a nightmare. She looked around, thankful that no one had yet been assigned to her dormitory. Taking a shaky breath, she disentangled herself from her prison of damp fabric and made her way to her feet. There would be no sleep tonight for this Shadow Warrior, she thought, gazing up at the moon through the window.
(ooc: D'rorah left and went here:
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