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stuntie_jed) wrote2006-11-02 07:41 pm
stuntie_jed) wrote2006-11-02 07:41 pm
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An Ally
In the deepest part of the night, the dark thing shook himself awake. He had been hoarding his strength against the effects of the foul weed, but tonight the Master called him and he must answer.
Losing his pursuer was an easy matter for they had assigned a Man, not an Elf, and it was simple to disappear into a large crowd of people exiting a public event. He did not join the boisterous shouts, but he was attired as they and the sense of his hunter faded in his mind.
When he was certain that no one marked his passage, he turned his steps to the abandoned house where he had first found knowledge of this changed world.
The place was as dilapidated as it had been before and he slid over the fence into the back garden. The noxious weed grew thick around the pond, but as it was not inside him so he was able to withstand its effects. He knelt beside the pond.
“I have come as thou hath commanded.”
The pond rippled in the still night. Darkness and chill airs emanated from it.
Bring me a life, however insignificant, and I will succor thee.
Khamûl bowed his head low and then rose, his nostrils flaring as he sought the scent of living blood. He found a small lizard scurrying amongst the rocks surrounding the pool. He snared it with his fingers and held it up, gazing at it dispassionately while he fed on its fear, for even so tiny a brain could recognize undiluted evil. He dropped it into the pond.
The waters roiled, becoming cloudy, noisome smells sprung from the water, and loathsome lights appeared within it. The waters geysered up, sulfurous and hot, and the ground about the water shook.
Khamûl stood unmoved by the display and soon he saw some monstrous form struggling for birth within the waters. It was disgorged at last, a beast fell and savage, ripping its way into the world from its unholy birth.
The Wraith caught its gaze before it could stretch its wings to take flight, and the beast stilled, frozen in fear of its lawful master.
Hide thy steed until such times as thou might pour terror on the lives of these paltry Men.
“As thou commands, so shall it be done,” Khamûl replied, bowing.
The pond stilled and the night was as quiet as though no malevolent presence had ever marred its tranquility.
The dark thing turned to his trembling mount, slipping on to the beast with the ease of a familiar motion. The beast stretched its wings at last, gathering its muscles as it clawed its way into the sky. When they reached the upper airs in the chill wind, Khamûl turned his steed to fly over the city, swooping low over places that interested him, but not yet close enough that the wretched humans might discover the new threat. But they passed their lives ignorant of the destruction that spied on their lands.
When he was satisfied, Khamûl flew the beast across the dark waters of the harbor, to an island lost by itself in the straits. Here he bade the beast to linger, surviving on sea birds and dead fish unless its master should call. After he was certain that the beast would obey, having gone into its dull mind and planting limitless fear within it, Khamûl ordered it to fly him back to the city.
The Wraith returned to his dwelling place and the beast returned to its exile on the cold island.
Losing his pursuer was an easy matter for they had assigned a Man, not an Elf, and it was simple to disappear into a large crowd of people exiting a public event. He did not join the boisterous shouts, but he was attired as they and the sense of his hunter faded in his mind.
When he was certain that no one marked his passage, he turned his steps to the abandoned house where he had first found knowledge of this changed world.
The place was as dilapidated as it had been before and he slid over the fence into the back garden. The noxious weed grew thick around the pond, but as it was not inside him so he was able to withstand its effects. He knelt beside the pond.
“I have come as thou hath commanded.”
The pond rippled in the still night. Darkness and chill airs emanated from it.
Bring me a life, however insignificant, and I will succor thee.
Khamûl bowed his head low and then rose, his nostrils flaring as he sought the scent of living blood. He found a small lizard scurrying amongst the rocks surrounding the pool. He snared it with his fingers and held it up, gazing at it dispassionately while he fed on its fear, for even so tiny a brain could recognize undiluted evil. He dropped it into the pond.
The waters roiled, becoming cloudy, noisome smells sprung from the water, and loathsome lights appeared within it. The waters geysered up, sulfurous and hot, and the ground about the water shook.
Khamûl stood unmoved by the display and soon he saw some monstrous form struggling for birth within the waters. It was disgorged at last, a beast fell and savage, ripping its way into the world from its unholy birth.
The Wraith caught its gaze before it could stretch its wings to take flight, and the beast stilled, frozen in fear of its lawful master.
Hide thy steed until such times as thou might pour terror on the lives of these paltry Men.
“As thou commands, so shall it be done,” Khamûl replied, bowing.
The pond stilled and the night was as quiet as though no malevolent presence had ever marred its tranquility.
The dark thing turned to his trembling mount, slipping on to the beast with the ease of a familiar motion. The beast stretched its wings at last, gathering its muscles as it clawed its way into the sky. When they reached the upper airs in the chill wind, Khamûl turned his steed to fly over the city, swooping low over places that interested him, but not yet close enough that the wretched humans might discover the new threat. But they passed their lives ignorant of the destruction that spied on their lands.
When he was satisfied, Khamûl flew the beast across the dark waters of the harbor, to an island lost by itself in the straits. Here he bade the beast to linger, surviving on sea birds and dead fish unless its master should call. After he was certain that the beast would obey, having gone into its dull mind and planting limitless fear within it, Khamûl ordered it to fly him back to the city.
The Wraith returned to his dwelling place and the beast returned to its exile on the cold island.