"speech"/'thoughts'

It was cold and dark where ever she was, ruled by an unnatural, lifeless silence. There was no gentle laughter of wind; the air was stale and heavy with scent of iron, copper, and salt. There was no delicate murmur of water. She could not even hear the gentle ‘fhwump’ of the sound of rushing blood. The strong backbone of base earth and gravel could not be discerned from the oppressing silence around. Considering the cold, it really wasn’t much of a surprise that the sharp crackle and vibrant trills of fire were absent. Where ever she was, she did not like it. It was a dull, bleak place full of dead nothingness.

She had never been bothered by it, the cold that is, as it was who she was. Ice, frost, and snow. To her, ‘cold’ was invigorating, a sharp wakefulness that caused her blood to rush, heart to hammer, and body to prickle with adrenaline. Her inner fire burned strongly, reflecting off the insulating layer of subscales onto her skin. She was ice should anyone touch her scales, but inside she was a warm furnace of inner strength. She knew cold intimately; she’d been born in the Ancient Tundra wastelands far to the east of what had been the mainland in Ancient High times.

She knew darkness and dull bleakness as well, her birth place having been an environment of nearly 10 months of darkness versus only 2 of light. Growing up, the only light she had seen that first year was the firelight of her parents’ breath. She’d been nearly two years old before she was allowed to venture from her parents’ cavern into sunlight. She’d been raised on the principal that neither dark nor light could exist without the other. She’d been told, and even shown to the world through her own doings, that sometimes the light born in the darkest of places was that much stronger in adversity.

But even then, there had been the magic. Beautiful silver eddies of specks flittering about like gay fairies. The great roll of the music around her. Even the darkness of the desolate arctic held the tune of the forever changing magic.

Never before had she been so alone, cut off, and in such a dark unforgiving place. Even the most difficult, rarest magic could be seen just simply floating in the air. Untouchable for the most part by her, yes, but it was still there. Like the moisture that was always in the air no matter how little. Katswiri was well adverse in death; she'd died many horrible, unimagineable deaths. But this...If this was what it was to be blind, then Katswiri knew no crueler fate.

But this was not simply cold, dark, and bleak. This was nothingness, abyss, and dying.

A heavy weight settled on her bones, turning the once light skeleton to metal. The frigidness came from within, not outer, dousing her flames and slowing her blood to sludge. It hurt to breathe. Each breath fractured the tiny crystals within her lungs. The darkness ate at her sanity and soul, or rather what little was left of it. She could feel the darkness spreading, like the frozen nitrogen she’d seen once in a chemistry class her classmates had taken. It hardened everything in its wake to the point of shattering, leaving nothing but broken, irreparable pieces behind.

Now with each passing moment in this seemingly timeless dungeon, she could feel her immortality fading as each little shred of sanity she had worked so hard to maintain was carefully, tactifully sawed little by little. She was alone, her head and heart disturbingly empty of the presence she’d grown so used to. Now it was filled with vile and evil thoughts that would have had at one point in time shamed her.

She’d been poisoned once before; this was different. The jewel embedded in the torn scales and skin beneath her grand collar dug deeper each passing day, corrupting her beyond hope. A presence within the jewel swirled like tar, stark against the white tufts of her mane from its position nestled high on her shoulders. It pulsed hungrily, feeding on the light she’d hidden so deep within, turning her own magic into a burning liquid that thrummed with energy, ready to assault her should she call upon it.

She remembered the rage, pure blind fury that gripped her. She remembered she had taken Kao’s soul in her teeth and threw her bodily back into the confines of the deep abyss she roamed when she slumbered. There had been a single painful cry, a dying moan almost. And Kao had been silence ever since.

She remembered screaming, pleading. Both from Kao and perhaps the captive audience that had watched the brutal fight from behind iron and steel bars. She felt her magic swell around her, turning her fangs and horns into gleaming crystal as she prepared herself for battle. She still tasted foreign dragon blood on her tongue, could still feel her claws ripping out scales, her tail blade shredding wing membranes, her teeth tearing great chunks of flesh. She remembered fire raining down on her scales, retaliating with her own white acidic flames. The smell of burnt, melting flesh, even some of her own perhaps. Then the sharp pain in her shoulders as the dark crystal was stabbed into her flesh, worked deep beneath the silver collar. Her world turned white in agony as her magic violently exploded around her. The backlash of power left terrible marks on her hide, charred black and bloody.

That had been days ago. Ever since she'd simply laid in her confines and just breathed, just existed.

Katswiri opened her dead tangerine eyes to gaze into the darkness around her. She was only chained to the wall; no cage was needed to subdue the once great beast. Her soot stained wings were bound by thick chainmail to her back. The very tip of her tail was lashed to the wall as well; her tail blade was her only weapon now. She had no magic, no natural powers, and no help from within. The copper colored crystal set in her collar was currently hidden from view, but Katswiri could feel the broken fragments against the raw skin of her leg.

It had been a perfect plan. Kaotanya had been a perfect little song bird, playing the perfect little part. Then she had to go and fuck things up like she always did. Maeve was dead. Keanu was dead. Kaotanya’s soul was gone. She had barely any strength, and even less will, to open her eyes.

”I’m sorry,” she rasped out into the darkness around her. For the silent Kao. For the long dead and gone Maeve and Keanu. And for the captives she now shared the same fate with in the never ending darkness.

She had come to set them free, all of them, because it was just stupid to barge in and only rescue her three ducklings and the Fae Princess. But she had been stupid and reckless and for once in her life, had not lived up to her name.

She had failed.





Amount: 1237 w/ coding
Notes: ANGST IS SO MUCH FUN. the title is generic, but it's to signify what was lost. Maeve, Keanu, Kao, hope, and everything else i can't think of right now
Muse: good
Dragon form: Click!
Tune: none
Tags: any/all kidnapped characters

Featuring: Caelum (Fae Princess) && Phallon (Fire Dragon)

The room was dank, the cells lined up in order, where many of the surviving victims shivered in fear. All eyes were on the subdued dragon though. The dragon who had no fight left. No desire to fight. No hope . . . . A soft chirp left the mouth of the red haired maiden, as Phallon eased towards her friend, confidant, companion, her heart breaking for Kats. A second chirp before she hesitantly stuck her hand between the bars, careful to rest it on what appeared to be intact flesh. The moment her hand felt the familiar rhythm of scales she relaxed with relief, eyes closing as she leaned against the bars, keeping the contact firmly in place as she quivered gently, dried tears on her face from her fits of crying (especially during the death of Keanu when she'd actually cried out and had foolishly charged her cage).

The other figure frowned, looking at the dragon, her fingers itching to help, but eyeing the iron bars of her cage cautiously. She needed - wanted - had to help. But how with out touching the iron and draining herself. Thankfully part of her cage had been roughly dented during the attack, and with some careful maneuvering, and sweat inducing minutes, the faerie had removed herself from the cage. Careful to keep her ears open she approached the downed dragon, before her hands started to glow, her hair flickering and dancing on a non-existent wind as the power surged through her from the earth herself, granting the princess as much magic as it could with out burning the weakened faerie up. Caelum kept her hands an inch from the dragon as she dispelled the energy - the healing magic - over the injured creature, an attempt to help the maiden in someway, in some manner. Fae had some of the strongest of healing magic, and Caelum's was so much stronger as it was her specialty. She only hoped it'd be enough. "Hang in there," She urged . . . . "We can't lose you too." She mumbled as she worked to heal, eventually the power giving up as the exhausted fae slumped forward, her hands braced on the ground, her body heaving and struggling for breath. "That's all I'm capable of, not with out a full energy, and decent health." She whispered apologetically before she sat up a bit straighter, hoping . . . . wondering if anyone would come for them now . . . . .whether her people, rowan's people, her brother, trey . . . . anyone? or where they doomed here?

"speech"/'thoughts'

The soft chirp was music to her ears, the first music she’d heard in several days. A broken, weary purr rumbled in the back of her throat, leaning against her chains into the pert hand that graced her unusually hot, leathery skin. The salt of the tears she could smell caused a deeper ache in her fading body. ”Please do not cry, my little duck,” she whispered, for the thought that she might bring fresh tears to her daughter’s eyes was even more painful than the gem corrupting her blood and magic.

Silence stretched for a moment, filled intermittently with the broken raspy purrs of Katswiri’s effort to calm not only Phallotine, but in turn the others as well. They may not understand dragon speech, but not many people can resist a kitten’s purr. A long, horse ear twitched upon hearing the movement of another, but Katswiri could smell nothing through the blood, burnt flesh, and dank of the cell. She was so beaten down and weak, that she could not sense the magic of the fae until it burned her skin. She hissed, squirming away from the foreign magic dancing across her skin, made somewhat painful by her magic drained state. She’d never been without magic before. She could feel the skin of the more minor wound slowly knit together and seal over, but the vile crystal in her skin absorbed the magic before it could do much more. Black sparks danced across her skin, sinking into the leathery flesh with a multitude of tiny little pops.

Katswiri shifted in her simple chains, causing a small rivulet of blood to drip down her neck and shoulder from the torn mess of her spine. ”Thank you, Princess. You should return to your cell, in case we have visitors.” She rasped exhaustedly, too drained to have her normal contempt to spitefully tell her to save her energy. Several hours passed, upon which the dragon did not move and everyone returned to their quiet own little cell corners to await their fate. The dragon’s ragged, struggled breathing was loud and raspy and the chain mail covering her bloody wings would shift with each cough that took hold of her body.

Suddenly, there was another presence in the room. A man stepped from the shadows, shifting through the stone walls. Katswiri strained against her chains with a savage snarl, nose shoved to the ground from the angle at which the chains pulled her horn crest. The man laughed deeply, prowling like a panther to the prone dragon. He was dark skinned and brown haired with matching eyes. He looked normal, except for the acidic eyes and fangs he expressed when he grinned. The scent of poison hung heavy on the air. Earth dragon.

The man ran his fingers delicately over the leathery skin that grew hotter every passing moment, listening the symphony of her rattling chains as she bucked and writhed beneath his hand, animalistic, guttural snarls, growls, and snaps coming from her jaws. His hand stopped at the massive knot of scars on her rib cage, dull nails gently scratching at the tender flesh. ”I was summoned upon them discovering these. I know my brother’s handiwork anywhere. Shame he’s gone. So was his little pet, tell me, where is the draggling.”

A roar ripped passed Kats jaws, the dragoness heaving beneath her restraints. She was making so much noise for so little reward. Blood slipped down her neck and leg, pooling in a slippery puddle beneath her folded limbs. The man pulled back, laughing with maniacal glee as he twirled around with open arms to glare at the others. He licked his lips as he leaned against one cage, flashing a pair of viper-slitted eyes. ”Oh how much fun I shall have dragging that from information from you. You know, Samael has a decent bounty on her head. And your’s as well. He should be arriving within the fort night. Rest up, ladies. I’ll start with you in the morning, my Queen.” He bowed low, mockingly, before he sauntered from the room. Katswiri continued to fight her restraints despite knowing she could not get free. They were much too tight to allow her enough movement to get the strength behind her struggles. ”Plan, now. We will find a way out, one way or another. And it must be before Salaem arrives.”

Amount: 760 w/ coding
Notes:
Muse: good
Dragon form: Click!
Tune: none
Tags: any/all kidnapped characters

Phallon squeezed her eyes tight, weakly nodding her head in obedience at the elder dragons command. But at the moment - obedience was just about the only thing she could manage. Her forehead pressed against the bars as she quivered lightly, her eyes squeezed shut tighter for a brief moment. "What are we going to do, Kats . . . . What hope is left?" She whispered meekly, her voice breaking with the subtle pitch of the words she spoke.

The young fae had moved to heal the dragon, but it was Phallon who supplied some of the bite, "What are you doing, you look like you're hurting her!" To the fire dragon, this was the only companion she had left in this place. And after the lose of her other dragons. No one would take her from her either. The fae was just as confused, only ever having her brand of healing sooth and work well for others. This one didn't seem to take it to well. Either way she slowly accepted the thanks before looking to the cage bars in distaste. But she knew she was right. Caelum slowly moved her way back into the cage, hissing only twice when a burn appeared on her ankle and the second on the back of her right hand.

Thankfully she had gone in just in time, for it wasn't too long after that another was there. A male, dragon if Phallon's sense of smell was correct. The dragon moved to the drowned to-be-queen, and priestess, and the moment pain was obvious in the body of the priestess dragon, the smaller fireling grasped the bars of her cage, a growl causing her eyes to glow the gold of her dragon in desperation, "You're hurting her!" She shrieked, her voice naturally finding the dragon language to be the one necessary to be spoken. It took all her control - and most of her fear - to keep her from attacking and charging the cage now.

As the man left, the others looked at the dragon, Phallon speaking quietly, "Kats . . . . who is Samael? And why does his name sound so familiar?" She asked, even as Caelum slowly forced herself to sit up, "We need to get out of these cages - all of us. That should be our first priority." She stated softly, frowning. "We get out of them, and we can start to work our way out of here." It was all she could come up with now . .. . but it was something.

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A few individuals met in silence, keeping the gathering to those they could trust. The list wasn't long. But the numbers would be decent if the other side didn't have an army. Magic cycled through Nocte's hair, his eyes dark and a deep silver in his face, his black hair seeming to move on a wind that wasn't there. Beside him stood one of the ones who had traveled the furthest - crossing realms and bringing a small army with him. The fae prince had a band of silver around his forehead as he stood tall, his face sporting a serious look. Others were arriving, plans were being drawn up. "We need a way into the damn building with out being caught!" Nocte finally snapped, his silver gaze feverish as he glared at those around. "I cannot simply shadow walk everyone inside. My power isn't limitless!"

A small voice spoke from the outer edge, a long cloak hiding her from view of someone she was trying to avoid - who might not like her being there. But as she spoke softly, purple eyes glowing from with in the darkness, she moved forward, "I might be able to assist. I've been watching the way water cycles below the town. You haven't found any sewer scamatics, correct, and wrote off that option . . . . ." She spoke softly, moving to stand in front of Nocte. Her eyes closed briefly, sensing the current of water beneath there feet, the familiar hum of the motion a comfort for her despite having to speak up in front of others. It wasn't hard. She followed the drum to that area of town, followed it to where blood dripped into it from another pipe. Followed that pipe of blood and water through the criss cross of pipes before finally opening her eyes. Natalia slowly lowered her hood, her voice a little stronger. She could do this for Kats. For Kaotanya who had aided her so much as well. "I can guide you. All of you through the sewers. Those old types of buildings have sewer entrances. I just have to follow the drum of the water and it'll take me where I want to go. Once in the building, the ones who followed me can sneak the others in by unlocking the door. Do it by night fall, and no one will know you got in. Just follow the directions I will give to get you to the room they're held in." She couldn't go as far as entering with the others. She'd be no help. She was a lover, not a fighter. But she could get them there . . . . she would get them there.

"speech"/'thoughts'

The priestess struggled against her chains, lashing the wall with her tail, bashing her crest of horns against the shortened links of metal, but she was too weak to use brute force to break these. ”The most dangerous dragon to have ever walked the earth. He’s an assassin, and leader of the dragon underworld.”[/ b] If she’d been given some slack that she could move against, it would have been enough. Fresh blood from her wounds washed away the burns charred with soot. Kats valiant effort and renewed energy quickly turned feeble again. Katswiri gave a final moan o f defeat and collapsed underneath her chains. Her body shivered violently, breath wheezed from her lungs, almost wet. She gasped, snarling at the pain raging through her body and the thought that that bastard was still alive. ”I thought Beast had killed the bastard.”[/ b]

Katswiri gave a long sigh through her nostrils, her body was so heavy, her bones felt so brittle, like glass. Was this what it felt like to be old? The ebony crystal in her spine kept sending waves of fire throughout her body, stabbing at her lungs each time she tried to breathe deeply. Her short breathes weren’t giving her enough oxygen and her brain was slowing down because of it. She wasn’t a wind dragon, otherwise she would have made use of Kaotanya’s molecular exchange to conquer her poor breathing problem. Her paw moved beneath her body unseen, pressed against the broken collar to feel the damage done to the crystal that linked her and Kao. Tiny chips dusted off onto her fingers and the gem was cold, dead. It normally glimmered and swirled with power and produced heat, but now it was shattered. ”Find weak points...in the bars. Focus on those. Dove, do you...still have the crystal...I gave you? There should be...enough magic...to help break the bars.”[/ b] Her main crystal may be broken and even corrupted, but that one was pure and untouched. Liam may have thrown a fit when he discovered Kats had handed her horn gem to Phallotine for emergencies, but now she was never quite so glad to have handed off such a personal gem the first time. It could be their saving grace.

Amount: 405 w/ coding
Notes:
Muse: good
Dragon form: Click!
Tune: none
Tags: any/all kidnapped characters

The youthful dragon frowned in concern towards her mentor and friend, her adopted mother in many ways; another soft chirp leaving her mouth, "The dragon underworld?" The term was unfamiliar to the fireling who had spent many of her years locked away from the rest of the world, thanks to her father's cruel treatment of the unwanted female his wife had given him. "Then we must make our escape." She agreed, keeping her voice soft, a tiny frown tugging at her lips. But how was she suppose to break these bars was the confusing part to the female. That was until her mentor reminded her of the crystal. Surprised to have forgotten it, she shifted to her dragon form, easily still fitting inside her cage, just brief enough to slip the crystal off of her forehead from where she'd fashioned it into a tiara to keep it with in reach, but never on her human self. Once it was securely in her hand did she return human before someone could come by and she'd get in trouble for being in her dragon form. She looked to her mentor, gem in hand, then at the bars, "How . . . . how should I use it?" She asked, confused, and faintly curious.

"speech"/'thoughts'

Katswiri’s tie to reality to was fading, time shifting and warping. Her mind was so achingly empty without Kao’s constant presence; she wasn’t sure how to cope with the silence. It felt like half her brain had been ripped out. There was a physical ailment to it. The dragon queen sagged against her bounds, melting into the metal links. Her body curled within the constraints, the chains preventing her from fully laying on her side. The cold metal pressed harshly against her scorched, bloody, and blacked snake-like skin. The pain before had been grounding her, but she felt herself drifting. It was hard to concentrate on one thought. It kept slipping through her fingers like dry sand; she could hang onto it for a moment before it slipped through her fingers.

She blinked, her blurry vision clearing and the fog settling on her mind lifting. She realized she’d been silent for a while, leaving a question asked unanswered. ”The magic…you will feel it…when the flow changes… say ’kren.’” Her voice was thick, tongue dry. ”Careful…not much...magic… to spare...” Vaguely she remembered a strike to her head, one that had her brain rattling in her skull. She needed sleep to recooperate what energy she could and she needed to search for Kaotanya. She couldn’t be gone. She just couldn’t. But sleep was dangerous, if she really was suffering from a concussion. Her normal draconic defenses were gone due to the crystal darkening her very core. She was a plain normal dragon now, with nothing but the defenses of horns, teeth, claws, and tail blade that nature gave her. But none of that mattered if she couldn’t see or think straight.

Someone was talking again, but she couldn’t stay awake. ”Need to…find Kao…” she murmured, sure she wasn’t making any sense. Her eyes slipped closed, her ragged breathing slowed, deepened. She slipped into a meditative state, caught between sleep and wakefulness.

For a moment, there was blissful nothingness, no pain, no ache, no cold, no heat, no worry.

Just…nothing.

And then she was swimming through the inky darkness, searching, calling. None answered and she was lost within the inky sea. Normally her mindscape was white, reflecting the endless snow drifts of her birthland, broken by the craggy grey rise of a distant mountain or two that one could never reach. Kao’s mindscape had always been blue, with wisps of white to reflect her air born status. The blank nothingness frightened her, shocked her core. No, she couldn’t be gone. ’Tanya, please. We need you…I need you.’ Her voice echoed around her, thick and muffled, and went unanswered.

For hours she wandered the thick dark; eventually she decided to call it the swamp because she found it wasn't quite as empty as she first thought. Her voice and thoughts echoed and she would occasionally pick up the putrid scent of something rotting along with the thick heady smells of never ending wetness. She was vaguely aware at some point of someone calling her name above her, in the living world, and a hand even touching her shoulder, the one marked with the inked tattoo of her and Kao's bond (the mark was no doubt fading with the failing bond). But she couldn't wake, not yet because she still had to find Kao. She wasn't honestly sure she could face the world out there alone with her bondmate. Kao was the one who grounded her, who kept her from being too reckless and careless. She was the one whose hope never failed, even if it was dimmed by the trials of life.

Maybe that's why it was a physical pain to find Kao as she was. She was curled into a tight ball wedged beneath what Kats assumed were the twisted roots of an uprooted dying tree. She could make shapes now that she was farther into the landscape Kao's deteriorating mind had set. Kao was painfully human when she looked up, eyes white, cheeks blank, and hair limp. Her ears were rounded and she bore no resemblance to her actual human appearance. Kats merely stared for a moment then sighed, lowering her nose to Kao's sightless face. The girl opened her arms and wrapped them tightly around Kats' muzzle when the dragon complied to the silent request. Color and life seemed to return to Kao the longer they remained as so until Kats nudged her. Kao released the dragon but kept a hand on her neck as she slowly traveled her way to the broken crystal resting at the base of Kats' neck. She did not touch it but hovered over it, assessing, 'The bond is fading...we are dying.'

Katswiri could offer no words because the truth was painful and Kao deserved nothing but the truth now. She simply nodded and nuzzles her bondmate's tan, unmarked cheek. They remained as such for a while until Katswiri spoke. ”There is enough magic for one more switch. I have a plan but they need you, I cannot do it. ”. Tears began to fall down Kao's face. 'has this ever happened? Have you or your host died with the bond no longer intact?' Katswiri could not answer because she was afraid to betray herself. ”I can severe the bond if need be, so that one of us may live. I will most likely be reincarnated.” Kao's hand tightened in Kats' tangled white mane. She reached up to wrap her arms around the dragon's neck, burying her face against the unyielding skin that had been so strong before. 'So I can wait for you to die three more times until you remember me? Remember this, what we have? No, we do this together. Promise me that?' Katswiri crooned softly, turn her chin down until her lower jaw was pressed against Kao's back. "It is not so bad, love. The time would pass with in the blink of an eye and you-"

Kao broke away from her sharply, slashing a hand through the air violently as she screamed, 'No! I will not allow you to throw your life away, for it is mine too! How can you expect me to go back to that life with everything you have shown! I won't do it, I can't!' Katswiri stared at her host with soft, copper eyes. Eventually she sighed and nodded, "Very well then; we will do this. Together." Kao smiled through her tears, a broken thing, and stepped forward, placing her hand over the cracked crystal that no longer pulse with life. Kao could feel the burn of the mark appearing once more on her skin. Ironic that as the mark faded from Katswiri's skin, it appeared once more on her. Once it had been the opposite, nearly two years ago when the mark had been fading from her shoulder and appearing on Kats. 'The magic is nearly gone,' Kao whispered, finger tips marking the path of the crevice cut from missing piece of the upper corner. "My magic is corrupt, turned against me. Any magic will have to come from you," Katswiri answered solemnly. Kao's own skills at magic weaving were nothing to boast about. A talent with no direction. She'd required Katswiri to mediate before and now she was on her own. 'I'm more adept with handling dark magic. As you've complained before, magic is no longer pure like it was in ancient times. If I bare the burden, can you conjure any?' Katswiri frowned, seeing the logic in Kao's thought but no exactly approving. "The amount will be insufficient, no doubt. If I can create any at all, that is. Magic takes time and I've no median to regulate the purification process of any outside magic. Once we change, you will have to do it alone. We cannot change back, unless I severe the bond. The severe could provide enough of a surge to change once more. We've not much time to get everyone free before..."

Katswiri frowned and looked upon the endless darkness around them. 'Before we die,' Kao finished for her. Kao joined Kats in gazing upon their surroundings. Kao's skin began to pale slightly, black veins streaking across her skin as the change slowly began to take hold. The corrupt magic seemed to pulse like a living parasite beneath her skin. In the physical world, Kats' body began to emit a faint glow until her whole form was merely a white figure.

'The plan?'

"It will come...This life was a good one. You will not be easily forgotten."

'That's a lie. You griped and complained more in this life than the others; 'teenagers harbour too much drama'. And you will forget, at least for three cycles.'

" 'Thric'(no), I will never forget you."

'...Nor I you... We will never see Angela.'

"That tin can will see to it her mother and her are pampered, if only for you."

'He's a good warrior...even if a little sideways.'

"...I know..."/

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'Kriton...he'll never understand why we did this. He will never forgive.'

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"If his rank hide is worth anything....he will..In due time he will."

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'And Nocte?'

"Sometimes...things are not meant to be...no matter how much sense they make...or right they seem. We were doomed to fail from the start."

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"...I...I think...I will miss...your laughter the most."

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'...I love you too...'

The change was quick from then on, Katswiri was shut into the dark depths of their minds and the white figure in the real world quickly shrunk, the chains falling free until Kao was all that remained, underneath the chain mail blanket. She lifted it up and struggled out of it, aware of hands helping her and voices whispering nervously. She was quick to act, knowing exactly what was about to happen. She couldn't spare more than a second to reflect on the emptyness of her mind, of the ice spreading through her veins and how painful and hard it was to move. The shift will have drawn their attention. Quickly, back to your cells, I already sense them coming. And Caelum," She turned sightless eyes to the fae, her nostrils quivering to pick up the princess's scent. Her eyes were no longer silver, but pure white with all vestiges of sight having left. Despite this, though, there was a strange look to her face, almost aggressive; her lips were curling to reveal sharp teeth in a snarl. There was a cut to one elfen ear and a trail of blood from the base of her skull down her neck. Her wings hid the still embedded crystal in her back, but the mark was visible against her skin and becoming more so with each passing second. "Don't let Phallotine hear," she pleaded. Not a moment later, barely a breath after everyone had retreated, Kao was being dragged out of the room, hissing and biting.


Amount: 1807 w/ coding
Notes:
Muse: good
Dragon form: Click!
Tune: none
Tags: any/all kidnapped characters

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