A Swann's Song - OOC Requiem Tales For your Entertainment.
These are a few short Out of Character Knowledge excerpts about the Vampire: Requiem character I am currently playing. These tell of the suffering she faces on an almost daily basis for her Covenant, the Sacrifices she makes to get where she is, and why those who think she's a "Pushover" should be very careful in thinking those thoughts about a certain clan Daeva Crone. We're not as easy as we seem in Skadi's Service..
Ritual 1: Blood Lust
My head hurts, and the darkness lifts a little.
After a time, the world stops spinning around me.
Strong cords of flax bind me to a pillar of smooth cold stone. A silent fear creeps over me as I take in my surroundings. The gentle dripping of moisture falling from the glow-worm laden ceiling catches my ear. No cracks, no crevices, no panels.. The sun's deadly kiss cannot enter here. What will it be? I wanted answers. They are here, surely.. What will it be?
"Why am I here?"
Is that thin, frail voice in the dark really mine? It is so full of fear..
There is no answer in this moment, however. Shadow is my blanket, and it smothers me into a heavy slumber.
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The soft dripping greets me again when I awaken. Feebly straining against the bonds, escape seems like a prudent option. My wrists soon become raw and wet against the corse fibers. So much for the maintaining of a woman's hands. Here, soft, uncalloused skin works against me. A churning emotion rises within.
**When did I last eat?**
Too long ago.
Another storm of hunger assaults me, this one more demanding. Writhing produces no success in loosening the ties, and straining does nought more than drain my vital essences still more. A feverishness licks tauntingly at the edges of my mind, and I struggle against it in vain. Desperation follows on the feet of fear, and together they taunt me. The urge to feed is growing, and I cannot move..
Precious Vitae is forced into muscles in an attempt at escape. Meticulously preened nails crack and tear in my struggle, but even supernaturally enhanced muscles cannot break ropes if they were pitifully weak to begin with, and every attempt to increase their strength futhur results in an even stronger pull toward rampant madness..
Time ticks by with no relief, until finally, I am exhausted, and undone.
The Beast strikes a final time, and is victorious.
Shrieking. Anger.. hunger.. a mist of swirling red. Scrabbling. Pulling.. The smell of blood..
Kicking.. Howling.. Ravenous.. Twirling.. Churning.. a near-endless scream.
A figure steps out of the darkness.
She carries a bowl. A vessel of succor. I can only think of what the sweetness of her blood will be like when I am free to tear her throat out, and a small part deep within me begins to crack..
Then she vanishes, the bowl remains. More torment? I care not.. My goal is in sight.. I begin the fight anew.
The flax snaps. Staggering, I fall. I barely notice the pain that shoots through my bones.
Crawling and dragging myself like the beast which possesses me, I do not desist until the prize is mine. Drinking like a man in a desert, no drop is spared. even to the point of licking the tiniest drops that have mingled with silt from the cavern floor.
After a time, the hunger eases slightly, and the Beast returns to it's slumber.
"What have you learned?"
Her voice echoes out from nowhere.
"Where are you? Why did you do this to me? I wanted answers. Not..not this..!"
"This -is- an Answer. Think carefully, Deliah Swann. What have you learned?"
I begin to calm down, and think. After a time, my eyes look upward once more.
"Hunger can strip even the most Genteel of all but Savagery."
"Well done. In the Danse Macabre, the Masquerade is your greatest weapon. Force the Hunger upon your enemy at the right moment, and Others will dispose of your Foe for you. Like a Huntress you must stalk him, spy on him, and weaken him, before using this finishing blow. Remember this Hunger as you spill your blood, and Will it into him, so that he might suffer as you have suffered."
I contemplate this for a moment. The unknown Lady is offering me a strange weapon indeed.
"But I don't know how.." It is an answer in itself. The Lady spoke true.
A pain suddenly rips through my back, a wooden spike piercing my chest from behind.
As the darkness returns, my shocked eyes meet a pair of ice-blue ones.
"Then I will teach you."
The lesson began anew.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ritual 1: Blood Lust
My head hurts, and the darkness lifts a little.
After a time, the world stops spinning around me.
Strong cords of flax bind me to a pillar of smooth cold stone. A silent fear creeps over me as I take in my surroundings. The gentle dripping of moisture falling from the glow-worm laden ceiling catches my ear. No cracks, no crevices, no panels.. The sun's deadly kiss cannot enter here. What will it be? I wanted answers. They are here, surely.. What will it be?
"Why am I here?"
Is that thin, frail voice in the dark really mine? It is so full of fear..
There is no answer in this moment, however. Shadow is my blanket, and it smothers me into a heavy slumber.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The soft dripping greets me again when I awaken. Feebly straining against the bonds, escape seems like a prudent option. My wrists soon become raw and wet against the corse fibers. So much for the maintaining of a woman's hands. Here, soft, uncalloused skin works against me. A churning emotion rises within.
**When did I last eat?**
Too long ago.
Another storm of hunger assaults me, this one more demanding. Writhing produces no success in loosening the ties, and straining does nought more than drain my vital essences still more. A feverishness licks tauntingly at the edges of my mind, and I struggle against it in vain. Desperation follows on the feet of fear, and together they taunt me. The urge to feed is growing, and I cannot move..
Precious Vitae is forced into muscles in an attempt at escape. Meticulously preened nails crack and tear in my struggle, but even supernaturally enhanced muscles cannot break ropes if they were pitifully weak to begin with, and every attempt to increase their strength futhur results in an even stronger pull toward rampant madness..
Time ticks by with no relief, until finally, I am exhausted, and undone.
The Beast strikes a final time, and is victorious.
Shrieking. Anger.. hunger.. a mist of swirling red. Scrabbling. Pulling.. The smell of blood..
Kicking.. Howling.. Ravenous.. Twirling.. Churning.. a near-endless scream.
A figure steps out of the darkness.
She carries a bowl. A vessel of succor. I can only think of what the sweetness of her blood will be like when I am free to tear her throat out, and a small part deep within me begins to crack..
Then she vanishes, the bowl remains. More torment? I care not.. My goal is in sight.. I begin the fight anew.
The flax snaps. Staggering, I fall. I barely notice the pain that shoots through my bones.
Crawling and dragging myself like the beast which possesses me, I do not desist until the prize is mine. Drinking like a man in a desert, no drop is spared. even to the point of licking the tiniest drops that have mingled with silt from the cavern floor.
After a time, the hunger eases slightly, and the Beast returns to it's slumber.
"What have you learned?"
Her voice echoes out from nowhere.
"Where are you? Why did you do this to me? I wanted answers. Not..not this..!"
"This -is- an Answer. Think carefully, Deliah Swann. What have you learned?"
I begin to calm down, and think. After a time, my eyes look upward once more.
"Hunger can strip even the most Genteel of all but Savagery."
"Well done. In the Danse Macabre, the Masquerade is your greatest weapon. Force the Hunger upon your enemy at the right moment, and Others will dispose of your Foe for you. Like a Huntress you must stalk him, spy on him, and weaken him, before using this finishing blow. Remember this Hunger as you spill your blood, and Will it into him, so that he might suffer as you have suffered."
I contemplate this for a moment. The unknown Lady is offering me a strange weapon indeed.
"But I don't know how.." It is an answer in itself. The Lady spoke true.
A pain suddenly rips through my back, a wooden spike piercing my chest from behind.
As the darkness returns, my shocked eyes meet a pair of ice-blue ones.
"Then I will teach you."
The lesson began anew.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~