of great limbs gone to chaos : betrayal.
Posted by slv. ILIUM on November 13, 2008, 12:11 pm
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- In the distance, she feels the Shard's call, even as the unfamiliar Hounds surge around her. There is no time to bring Hypatia with her for protection -- blood still soaks the sands from Elemmire's attack, and the queen's attention is violently demanded for other things. Then, too, there is the matter of Pirate's death, about which Ilium is unaware. So when the summons comes, she casts a quiet eye around the desert, and slips away. Come to me, whispers the shard, and she obeys the insistent tug.
- She reaches the outskirts of the dark forest; the green-eyed warrior's eyes are cold and unflinching as she scans the shadows. With her first step into the forest, granite and obsidian slip over her skin; clinging vines reach to her, and the trees creak with longing and pain. She calls to her Pack, her own. They flank her and sweep behind her like a terrible nightmare cloak, pressing close to her, muffling their hungry yips and involuntary snarls when she stares at them with her baleful gaze.
- Together, huntress and Hounds step deep into the heart of Desreal, coming at last to an ominous halt at the edge of Betrayal's clearing. Bloody pawprints burn against the decaying leaves on the ground; they stare at him starving, their Earth rumbling hungrily for his Lightning, but their mistress stands murderously still and so they press close to her. One stands closer than the others, quieter than the others, staring at Betrayal with sharp lightning-eyes; Ilium inclines her muzzle briefly to touch its bloody head, and a dim pleasure reflects in its starving eyes.
"Betrayal." Her voice is low, as sharp as the stained teeth of her restless Pack. A blackrock statue, hard and implacable, she trains eyes on him that are as hungry and violent as those of her quietly snarling wolves. The cloying scent of death fills the clearing, and the desert-warrior waits.
ILIUM
the thickets darkening, the ravines ugly -- |
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