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The crisp air blew yellowing leaves across the ground. Summer was at it's end, with a gentle fall chasing it off onto another year. The birds sang to their content while flitting around in blue skies and preparing for the winter that would soon be upon them. The joyous twittering stopped, however, when a large and staggering form limped its way through the forest.
The creature that invaded the land was clearly not one of the surface world. It's skin was dark grey and covered in wounds. The blood it bled was pitch black as it leaked from gruesome wounds. As the liquid fell on the ground, any life it touched blackened and died straight down to the dirt. It's footsteps left trail of dead foliage on the forest floor.
It's hair was long and black, fixed in a tangled braid that fell down to it's mid-back. It's back was covered in lashes, obvious marks left by a cruel whip. It had two ram horns on it's head that curled around a set of goat-like ears. It's face sported a black eye and a cut on it's cheek. It's eyes were bright orange, with no white showing. They looked almost lifeless as it began to struggle to stay on its feet. It's mouth had no lips, just sharp fangs that stuck out in a perpetual snarl. One had to wonder how it spoke.
It's body was tall and thin, with bones that stuck out under the skin were they shouldn't. It's left arm hung uselessly by it's side, broken and bruised. The creature wore nothing but a tattered loin cloth; it's fashion choice seemed to be the least of it's worries. A lion-like tail flowed from it's spine, a tuft of black hair on the end of it.
When the creature couldn't walk any further, it began to crawl. It found its way into a large fox hollow, where it wedged it's pitiful form. It laid inside like an injured animal waiting for death. It's very presence was fowl enough to rot and wither the plants and trees around it. Within hours, several yards of death surrounded it in every direction.
Dress skirts clutched in her fists, Terah marched through her palace. The floor was carpeted with layers of large leaves, which remained green despite the changing seasons and were gentle on her bare feet. Thick vines and branches twisted together to form walls and thus rooms and corridors. Terah made her way out of a corridor into a hall. On the far end was an archway that led into the forest. Sunlight came through gaps in the walls and a canopy that made up the roof, casting beams across the floor.
“Berethores,” she muttered. “If this is your doing...” She didn't finish the sentence, partly deciding it was enough to simply glare at nothing in particular.
Terah descended the steps to her palace with such grace she appeared to glide. She took off towards the feel of death. Whatever it was, it hurt. The pain tugged at her, harder as more of the forest suffered, but still not much more than a tug. She moved with great speed equal only to that of other gods, and arrived at the fox hollow not long after she left her palace.
Around the hollow leaves had fallen to the ground and blackened, trees were bare and their branches sagged. Flowers, for there certainly had been many, were rotted to their stems and curled on the forest floor. All manner of plants once so full of life were dead, especially where the black blood had dropped. There was smell, too. If death itself had a smell, this would be it. To Terah, the damage was like a relentless prod in her side: easy to ignore at first and which eventually formed a bruise.
As she approached, she reached out to the sagging trees and brought new life to them, returning them to a tall, proud stance. Green leaves sprouted again, followed by brightly coloured flowers. She sped up their growth so they blossomed in seconds. Moss spread across the trunks around her hands. But something still felt wrong about it. Terah moved closer to the centre of the damage: the fox hollow.
Sassy Southern Mama
Vidette stood behind a tree smirking as she peeked around it. Her white flowing hair moved about her pale glowing shoulders as if there was a personal breeze around her at all times. At the moment her attention was being given to a young couple across the banks of a small river, easy to see across and manipulate those on the other side. Her mischievousness was in thanks to the fact that the woman was sleeping with her lover’s brother. Vidette knew her current lover had paid for her in work years to the woman’s father, but the woman was truly in love with the brother. Vidette had heard her prayers and made the brother take an interest in her to slake the woman’s lust for him. They seemed to be quite impassioned wrapped in each other’s arms naked on the ground like animals and it was hard for Vidette not to laugh at how they awkwardly handled themselves. Then again, the moment had been a long time coming for them both and Vidette relished the emotions they exuded. And knew a sacrifice in her name would come from the girl later. Deep blue eyes sparkling, Vidette turned away and simply leaned on the tree, admiring the beauty of the area she was in while swirling a glass of fine wine between her fingers. To anyone who would spot her she would certainly look out of place with such an object this far away from a metropolis, but she was quite aware of her surroundings and not many were able to surprise her.
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♫Well my heart knows me better than I know myself,
So I'm gonna let it do all the talkin'♫
Tendrils of red and white smoke bellowed out from the corners of his mouth and out his nostrils, crimson eyes watching with an amused glint. Before him stood a young human of the female kind, her belly carrying the small bulge of a child forming in her womb. Her clothing was torn and tattered; a clear sign of her obvious poverty. Tears were streaming down her pretty face, causing red blotches on her skin. He found her far more beautiful like this.
“So,” he repeated softly, his voice dark and sinful like dripping chocolate, “you wish for me to rid you of your child, then?” was his simple question.
The woman gave a short nod of approval, followed by a choked sob.
Berethores stood from his seat, his golden throne he had build to show his greed, and stepped towards her. He took a deep inhale of his pipe as he circled her, causing her to almost quiver in fear. He took mercy, however, and blew the smoke in the opposite direction. Instead, he came to a halt before her, looking down at her shaking form.
“And what,” he began, taking another draw from his pipe, “did you imagine you could give me in return for this favor?”
She flinched and drew back a step as he suddenly turned and walked back to his throne, seating himself comfortably again. He laid his hand gently on the large book at the armrest of his throne and began drumming his fingers lightly on the worn, leather cover.
“I have an idea,” he continued with a mischievous hint to his tone, “You carry the child until the day it is born,” he explained darkly, making the woman give a small squeak of rejection.
“Quiet!” Berethores snapped, the room going darker as if the torches were flicking, “Listen. You carry the child until the day it is born. Then you come back and hand it over. In return for me taking care of your offspring, I'll kill someone you know,” he suggested.
The woman seemed to be able to do nothing but stare at him in horror and he only stared back with bored patience.
“I-I suppose-...” the woman began, but was not allowed to finish.
“Wonderful!” Berethores exclaimed calmly, drawing his book into his lap and opening it to the back page, which was still blank. He slid his fingers against the uneven surface, words dancing forth as if by magic. He held the book out, the newly written page facing the woman.
“Sign this,” he ordered politely, however that is possible, holding out a pen for her to use.
She jutted down her name quickly, the ink seeping into the paper, never to be removed.
“Fantastic,” he said, closing the book and putting it back where he had taken it, “As soon as you hand your child over to me, you will die. If you do not hand your child over, I will collect it myself and you will die horribly,” he stated as a matter of fact, leaning back in his chair and holding his pipe to his mouth again. “Now leave,” was his final order.
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From inside the den, two wide, owlish eyes glared back at the goddess. Their bright orange color glowed in the darkness. The creature that belonged to them didn't seem too happy. Of course, one could expect that, seeing as he was so injured. He growled as he pressed further into the fox hole, fearful of the goddess. He had no power over her, and they both knew that. As far as the spirit knew, she was going to kill him.
In the realm of the sleeping, Mystrius meditated. Shifting colors and phantasms swirled in a chaotic void that stretched on further than the eye could see. It was here that Mystrius's power lay. With his consciousness stretched into the void, he could scan the minds and feelings of humanity, and thus gain an insight that no god, save perhaps the king of gods, could match. On this day however, Mystrius felt something amiss. In one part of the world, the dreams of mortals were being affected by something.
Mystrius knew that humans were at their most attuned with the cosmic when they were asleep. When times were good and the land was fertile, good dreams abounded throughout. This was the opposite. An almost tangible darkness started to travel through the dreams of the mortals, spreading through the network of dreamers like a warning. Thousands of mortals shifted and moaned as nightmares overtook them.
Mystrius opened his eyes. This was an omen, something bad had entered the mortal realm, and in their collective dreaming consciousness, the mortals could feel it, and fear it.
Mystrius was not afraid, but he was irritated. He sent out his dream spirits to quell the nightmares and prepared to leave his realm. He would find the cause of this.
The price for getting what you want, is getting what once you wanted.
The day was already half through when Anneka opened her eyes. She stared, frozen, at the sky. There were few clouds, and still that comforting blue despite the changing seasons. She lay at the bottom of a knoll somewhere outside a city. For a time she remained still. Her dreams had been unusual lately but she brushed them off. Now there was a certainty to the darkness that plagued them. They couldn't be called dreams any more.
Climbing to her feet, she threw on her rough brown cloak and snatched her pack from the ground. Maybe the dreams would return to normal once the harvests were brought in. Good dreams always followed a good harvest. Anneka walked the short way to the city and joined the river of merchants filing in through the gate.
She blended in with a crowd well, though she didn't stick to one spot. She slipped between travellers and carts, weaving her way to the front of the line, then stepping aside when she entered the city. The merchant line continued towards a large granite fountain, then dispersed. Anneka bypassed the fountain in favour of the less populated streets.
She kept her head low but listened carefully to the conversations of citizens she walked past. The fading summer seemed to be the topic of the day, and a predictable one she soon grew bored of. She turned her attention to the hushed exchanges of men and maids in doorways and gardens. Though these conversations varied, a few words stood out in each: dreams, darkness and gods. Most people attempted to mask their fear with indifference and lies. Anneka couldn't understand why.
Retaining her impeccable grace, Terah took to one knee before the fox hollow. She peered back at the glowing orange eyes of the creature inside, lips pursed. “You are not a fox,” she said after a moment. She did not need to hear the growl or watch the creature pull itself farther from her to know it was scared. Nor could she deny the way her pride thrummed at such knowledge. She glanced back at the tree the fox hole was built under. “Did you see how beautiful this was before you buried yourself here and killed it?” She tutted and softly shook her head, very much the image of a disapproving mother.
Then she stood again and took one step back from the hollow. Her tone was not so gentle when she spoke again. “Come out of there, now. I wouldn't want to drag you out myself.”
Zythani walked into the humongous throne room, right after the woman left the room. Berethores sat back in his throne, looking pleased with himself.
She had heard what her Master had said to that woman and she was not as pleased with him as he was with himself. She wanted to talk to him about how evil his deal had been.
She marched right up to him, into the light fog of smoke that was accumulating around him and told him right to his face how unfair it was to take the life from that woman after she gave him her child. Zythani wanted him to take someone else. Someone she actually just knew, like he had promised her, instead of herself. Like her elderly father, who was already close to death anyways or the rapist that had caused her pregnancy.
"It's not fair you want to kill an innocent woman, just because some crazy man made her pregnant and she doesn't have the chance to give the child a life worth living," Zythani scolded the God of Darkness, looking him straight in the eyes.
"But that is just what i think, Master. After you saved me, you were kinda nice to the poor people, but now you started your evil stuff again. I know you're the God of Darkness and Death, but still fair deals will be the best to make," she continued, her tone growing slightly sadder and her stare wavering a bit, "you can always give her a chance like you gave me the chance to live my life," she suggested hopefully.
She knew Berethores had a soft spot for her, even if that soft spot was made entirely from pity. He had shown her mercy, so she knew he was capable of it.
"Make a new deal, where she has the chance of winning her life back, if she can beat you or me in some kinda duel for her life," she suggested, hoping that a good duel or challenge would pique the game-loving God's interest, "if she wins you get the kid and she keeps her life. If she loses, instead you get the kid and her soul to use to haunt the rapist and other evil people in the world."