Shadows of the Past
With the immediate threat of her grandsire on his way, Zanovia had to work faster. While she was no dragon, her methods changed slightly to an experimental style. They had looked through every text, notes and memoires looking for a way to break her bond to the old man.
Impatient, Zanovia walked into the other's room without knocking. She was sitting in front of her mirror, brushing her waist length raven black hair. Zanovia remained a shadow in the corner, she couldn't bring herself to interrupt this ritual of vanity. Her undergarments were just translucent enough, Zanovia could see the scars. She should have never flaunted her beauty in front of a Haunt. When she first arrived on Zanovia's doorstep, she was a different creature. She had all of the credentials she needed in a ghoul. She was literate, schooled, articulate and prompt. Zanovia could not see past the defiant beauty in her and the courage to meet Zanovia's gaze in every exchange. The big blue eyes, the tanned skin, lanky body and the confidance that came along with all of her other qualities. She was truly the antithesis of Zanovia's existence.
Most of the year was spent in failure, while Zanovia knew it was her own fault, she was determined to blame it on the other. Her quiet confidence infuriated Zanovia. In return, the others flesh was punished for her sin of what Zanovia deemed as pride. She was envious of the others strength and was determined to break her with nightmarish skills. She masked these tasks in the name of studing the blood bond.
Zanovia broke through the shadows. "We must begin immediately." She whispered into the others ear. Immediately the girl flinched. She was now nothing but a pathetic version of her old self. The girl pulled away grabbing at her garments. The modesty of ghoul curled a smile on Zanovia's face. As she dressed, she never made eye contact but there was a difference. The girl's tan that was once lost had come back. She had been horseback riding even though Zanovia had forbidden it. "Looks like I will have to put the horses down, I can't afford for you to have any distractions. We must find a cure tonight, he will be here tomorrow." The ghoul met her gaze with a pleading look of desperation. Quickly, Zanovia pulled her ceremonial dagger and placed it under the girls chin. "How dare you defy my rules. You are mine to do with as I please. You hold my fate as damned yet you have not recieved the elevation that God has given me. You have been judged unworthy and you can never go back to the life you knew, or has it been long enough that you do not remember? You will continue to be a worker bee, a lowly task master."
With unexpected speed and strength, the ghoul whipped the blade from Zanovia's hand and twisted it free. She them shoved the Haunt across the room and Zanovia smashed her head into the vanity mirror. Both were stunned, Zanovia that she underestimated her pet and the other, for the ability to muster the strength. Zanovia immediately tried to use her blood to bring forth as many nightmarish visions to the girls head. Her body language was too predictable, the girl picked up the oil lamp and through it at Zanovia lighting her cossack on fire. Flailing about, the fire spread to the bed covers and curtains. A wall of fire separated the two as Zanovia immediately frenzied. Zanovia fought as hard as she could to get the window open and threw herself out. Immediately shedding her clothes, she focused on obfuscation. The Screams echoed through the night of all the ghouls and mortal's inside the Haven. The other could roast in hell but Zanovia was losing so much as a result. She had to find shelter before she passed out from the pain. Her creepy visage and naked body would bring much attention should she be found in the streets.
(OOC- Wrote this based on memories are rewritten and actions justified in our own minds sometimes)
Impatient, Zanovia walked into the other's room without knocking. She was sitting in front of her mirror, brushing her waist length raven black hair. Zanovia remained a shadow in the corner, she couldn't bring herself to interrupt this ritual of vanity. Her undergarments were just translucent enough, Zanovia could see the scars. She should have never flaunted her beauty in front of a Haunt. When she first arrived on Zanovia's doorstep, she was a different creature. She had all of the credentials she needed in a ghoul. She was literate, schooled, articulate and prompt. Zanovia could not see past the defiant beauty in her and the courage to meet Zanovia's gaze in every exchange. The big blue eyes, the tanned skin, lanky body and the confidance that came along with all of her other qualities. She was truly the antithesis of Zanovia's existence.
Most of the year was spent in failure, while Zanovia knew it was her own fault, she was determined to blame it on the other. Her quiet confidence infuriated Zanovia. In return, the others flesh was punished for her sin of what Zanovia deemed as pride. She was envious of the others strength and was determined to break her with nightmarish skills. She masked these tasks in the name of studing the blood bond.
Zanovia broke through the shadows. "We must begin immediately." She whispered into the others ear. Immediately the girl flinched. She was now nothing but a pathetic version of her old self. The girl pulled away grabbing at her garments. The modesty of ghoul curled a smile on Zanovia's face. As she dressed, she never made eye contact but there was a difference. The girl's tan that was once lost had come back. She had been horseback riding even though Zanovia had forbidden it. "Looks like I will have to put the horses down, I can't afford for you to have any distractions. We must find a cure tonight, he will be here tomorrow." The ghoul met her gaze with a pleading look of desperation. Quickly, Zanovia pulled her ceremonial dagger and placed it under the girls chin. "How dare you defy my rules. You are mine to do with as I please. You hold my fate as damned yet you have not recieved the elevation that God has given me. You have been judged unworthy and you can never go back to the life you knew, or has it been long enough that you do not remember? You will continue to be a worker bee, a lowly task master."
With unexpected speed and strength, the ghoul whipped the blade from Zanovia's hand and twisted it free. She them shoved the Haunt across the room and Zanovia smashed her head into the vanity mirror. Both were stunned, Zanovia that she underestimated her pet and the other, for the ability to muster the strength. Zanovia immediately tried to use her blood to bring forth as many nightmarish visions to the girls head. Her body language was too predictable, the girl picked up the oil lamp and through it at Zanovia lighting her cossack on fire. Flailing about, the fire spread to the bed covers and curtains. A wall of fire separated the two as Zanovia immediately frenzied. Zanovia fought as hard as she could to get the window open and threw herself out. Immediately shedding her clothes, she focused on obfuscation. The Screams echoed through the night of all the ghouls and mortal's inside the Haven. The other could roast in hell but Zanovia was losing so much as a result. She had to find shelter before she passed out from the pain. Her creepy visage and naked body would bring much attention should she be found in the streets.
(OOC- Wrote this based on memories are rewritten and actions justified in our own minds sometimes)