Strange Creatures
*Eerie sits on her bed with her eyes closed after yet another encounter with sick and disgusting things in the dreaming. she bites her lip and slices it with her teeth with barely any pressure and in a bit of anger spits the blood on the floor. she sighs and starts to undress hoping that will make the violation of spirit that took place vanish. she takes out a leather bound book that is stuffed in a drawer under many random bits from her adventures and a pen and begins to write slowly as to draw out the muck*
This world should never possess creatures like I have encountered these past few weeks. A Sidhe that found a way to live forever riding the bodies of commoners in the guise of a weapon. I broke the weapon, destroying something sacred to the dream. I would gladly do it again. I was punished with banality. and to top this off, he was in my mind. He encouraged the part of me that is kept sated barely by my actions. I fear what will happen once Scorn sees me as I really am. Better yet i fear this part of me will harm those i am use to having around.
I wonder if this is what i am meant to do. Constantly work toward goals that aren't necessarily my own for the sake of a barony that isn't mine. i am telling you what though... these people are pretty cooperative. We get shit done. Even getting my voice back was something i was assisted with. they could have said no. i don't know what to think at this point but i do know that we have a long way to go before the cycle is complete.
As i live and die by my goddesses whim.
By the sword i stand with my teeth gnashing.
I will forever be her and be her slave
As death and all that are around me
I am that eternal hunger
Limos moves me while no one can
I am hers and She my strength
As the rivers of my enemies flow to me
Drench me in their blood
I am reborn
*she sighs and places the notebook on her nightstand before stripping and grabbing her bath robe. She stares briefly and sadly at the one her heart is lifted to before going to wash this betrayal out of her hair and mind*
This world should never possess creatures like I have encountered these past few weeks. A Sidhe that found a way to live forever riding the bodies of commoners in the guise of a weapon. I broke the weapon, destroying something sacred to the dream. I would gladly do it again. I was punished with banality. and to top this off, he was in my mind. He encouraged the part of me that is kept sated barely by my actions. I fear what will happen once Scorn sees me as I really am. Better yet i fear this part of me will harm those i am use to having around.
I wonder if this is what i am meant to do. Constantly work toward goals that aren't necessarily my own for the sake of a barony that isn't mine. i am telling you what though... these people are pretty cooperative. We get shit done. Even getting my voice back was something i was assisted with. they could have said no. i don't know what to think at this point but i do know that we have a long way to go before the cycle is complete.
As i live and die by my goddesses whim.
By the sword i stand with my teeth gnashing.
I will forever be her and be her slave
As death and all that are around me
I am that eternal hunger
Limos moves me while no one can
I am hers and She my strength
As the rivers of my enemies flow to me
Drench me in their blood
I am reborn
*she sighs and places the notebook on her nightstand before stripping and grabbing her bath robe. She stares briefly and sadly at the one her heart is lifted to before going to wash this betrayal out of her hair and mind*