Cinder and I were the opposing sides of the same coin. Cinder was all that was physically great in our Goblin blood while I was all that was magically great in our Sidhe blood.
Cinder had eight eyes the color of the hottest fire with six on her face and two in the back of her head, hair like copper in color and consistency, pearlescent skin the texture of sharkskin, and four sets of fangs with caustic poison that was acid in the air but could render a creatures internal organs to soup while keeping the skin like a leather canteen. She is a master of only one form of magic, fire but she was so powerful that even I had to be impressed and few magic’s impressed me.
I bear only two eyes containing no white with only the color matching Cinder’s, my hair is soft as silk but black as the darkest night, my skin is blue-grey velvet, my magic is of the highest power in all the Sidhe court, and my face is high cheek-boned with sculpted features of the Sidhe. My own fangs are only four in number, all so small that most are unaware that they exist but all have heard of my powerful neurotoxin venom. I bear two sets of nails, one as humans as both my human grandfathers’ were, the other talons that slip into the tips of my fingers when not needed, both sets are black as my hair.
My sister and I were separated as children and raised by very different guardians and teachers. I was given to the magical tricksters Lord Puck and Anansi, our father’s half-brother. Cinder was given to the Slaugh where it was assumed she would be killed. Fortunately for my sister, she was not a meal for the Slaugh but one of their best students.
Our father, Fanged-doll, is not so graced as his two daughters and is the child of The Great Eight Soul Eater. Rumor has it that our father was conceived when The Great Eight Soul Eater captured a human hero in an illusion and seduced him. When the human was experiencing his release she removed her illusion and revealed her true form before draining his life. For our grandmother was once known as the Drainer of Heroes and even after her name changed her habits hadn’t. Our father was born with a rather human appearance and it was only The Great Eight Soul Eater’s pride that saved our father from her gullet.
Fanged-doll has two very human arms and two very human legs, but he also has four very arachnid limbs. His arachnid limbs grow on his trunk between his shoulders and hips and he keeps them wrapped around his body so few know about these extras. My father also has eight, pitch black eyes located around his skull, human in shape but without a white or an iris. However, my father’s saving grace is a single set of fangs that hold a neurotoxin.
The neurotoxin that my father is graced with is the predecessor of my own neurotoxin and it is his saving grace from his Goblin kin. When his mother went to devour her son she forgot about his fangs and Fanged-doll was fast enough to get to bite first. The Great Eight Soul Eater was helpless for a day and her son was offering his service to the Goblin King before the first night fell. Since that day my father served the Goblin King as Goblin-Human ambassador. It was how he met my mother, Star-child, the Sidhe-Human ambassador.
In this stand alone piece, this section is invaluable; it really helped me to understand the situation of the speaker and her family. If this is a section of a novel, you could probably trim this a bit.
Cinder had eight eyes the color of the hottest fire with six on her face and two in the back of her head, hair like copper in color and consistency, pearlescent skin the texture of sharkskin, and four sets of fangs with caustic poison that was acid in the air but could render a creatures internal organs to soup while keeping the skin like a leather canteen. She is a master of only one form of magic, fire but she was so powerful that even I had to be impressed and few magic’s impressed me.
I bear only two eyes containing no white with only the color matching Cinder’s, my hair is soft as silk but black as the darkest night, my skin is blue-grey velvet, my magic is of the highest power in all the Sidhe court, and my face is high cheek-boned with sculpted features of the Sidhe. My own fangs are only four in number, all so small that most are unaware that they exist but all have heard of my powerful neurotoxin venom. I bear two sets of nails, one as humans as both my human grandfathers’ were, the other talons that slip into the tips of my fingers when not needed, both sets are black as my hair.
My sister and I were separated as children and raised by very different guardians and teachers. I was given to the magical tricksters Lord Puck and Anansi, our father’s half-brother. Cinder was given to the Slaugh where it was assumed she would be killed. Fortunately for my sister, she was not a meal for the Slaugh but one of their best students.
Our father, Fanged-doll, is not so graced as his two daughters and is the child of The Great Eight Soul Eater. Rumor has it that our father was conceived when The Great Eight Soul Eater captured a human hero in an illusion and seduced him. When the human was experiencing his release she removed her illusion and revealed her true form before draining his life. For our grandmother was once known as the Drainer of Heroes and even after her name changed her habits hadn’t. Our father was born with a rather human appearance and it was only The Great Eight Soul Eater’s pride that saved our father from her gullet.
Fanged-doll has two very human arms and two very human legs, but he also has four very arachnid limbs. His arachnid limbs grow on his trunk between his shoulders and hips and he keeps them wrapped around his body so few know about these extras. My father also has eight, pitch black eyes located around his skull, human in shape but without a white or an iris. However, my father’s saving grace is a single set of fangs that hold a neurotoxin.
The neurotoxin that my father is graced with is the predecessor of my own neurotoxin and it is his saving grace from his Goblin kin. When his mother went to devour her son she forgot about his fangs and Fanged-doll was fast enough to get to bite first. The Great Eight Soul Eater was helpless for a day and her son was offering his service to the Goblin King before the first night fell. Since that day my father served the Goblin King as Goblin-Human ambassador. It was how he met my mother, Star-child, the Sidhe-Human ambassador.
In this stand alone piece, this section is invaluable; it really helped me to understand the situation of the speaker and her family. If this is a section of a novel, you could probably trim this a bit.
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