Astra squirmed onto her back, ignoring the protests of her arms. She
would not die staring at the feet of her destroyer. She looked up into
the face of the sorceress. Her eyes were entirely black, like long-dead
coals. The three talismans around her neck clinked together quietly. And
now the Voices intoned only one word, with the exception of one, of
course:
:mistress: The mistress closed her black eyes and breathed deeply, as if savouring some exquisite aroma, or revelling in some ethereal sound. Astra sensed nothing. When the mistress re-opened her eyes, they had returned to an ordinary form - green irises, dark pupils. She sank to one knee beside Astra, and as an awful grin spread across the mistress's face, Astra forced herself not to shiver. "Your companion..." began the mistress, nostrils flaring delicately. "...tastes of fate." In that moment, pure red fury overcame Astra. She knew now that it was this woman, this woman that drew her to the brink, drove her to attack. Her people had legends, cold bloody myths passed down through the ages because no one, no one could ever be permitted to forget. She had heard the stories told over dying embers, had read the dry, cracked scriptures penned by trembling fingers, and now she knew what this woman, what this thing was.
Soulreaper. Desist/Stop/Cease. (muST'Nt NaMe) The red talisman glimmered, and within its impossible depths, Astra saw.... "Frhd!!" Astra screamed through the cloth, anger and hatred coursing through her blood. She bucked and twisted violently, like a predator caught in a tooth trap, rolling this way and that, her whole being fighting against the bonds. She struggled so hard her wrists almost broke from the strain. She would tear this creature, this soulreaper apart and burn the pieces, one at a time until they were scattered dust in the night wind. But the rope.....the Voices....did not let go.
:we're: sorry: princess: this: Pain and exhaustion slowly overcame the hate. Astra, red-faced and nostrils flaring as she drew in breath after breath, stared up at the soulreaper, whose face was now just two inches from hers. The grin widened before it spoke again. "So....Princess Astra is the name." hissed the foul defiler, eyes as wide as they were hungry. "Royalty has not staggered into my midst for generations. I am Kohtoo'awk, and for the sake of etiquette, I hope your mother and father had a second child." And without warning, the soulreaper raised a fist and struck Astra on the jaw. As she sank in unconsciousness, Astra heard two thoughts:
:princess: : : : : : : :Astra?: : :?: (caN't REMEMBER)
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