A Trusty Mithril Flask by Chilalli
Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 9:45 pm
A Trusty Mithril Flask
Chilalli - December 7, 2005
It had been a month since Snowfeather regained the use of her
stump. A month since the leg of Geltharis, a satyr, had been
stitched on and "all was right with the world again".
The nightmares started the first night. The pain came a few weeks
later. A few in The Grim noticed Snowfeather would sometimes
speak in demonic. This was something Snowfeather flat out denied,
admitting would show her weakness. She could feel it though, a
green mist in her brain taking hold like two giant eyes and ..
expressing itself on occasion.
It was not something she was comfortable discussing with anyone
in The Grim, let alone her trainer in Moonglade. That Elven druid
already knew Snowfeather had intentions to kill him someday; he
could read her face like the pages of an open book. She knew he
knew and Snowfeather would not give him the satisfaction of
knowing the inner struggle she was facing now.
The dreams started small, like a ripple in a pond. Every night a
new one came. Twisted reenactments of the days events usually. ..
Didn’t eat the dwarf, urinated on it and left it to the worms....
Didn’t help the Grim near death.. Drew out the vocal chant of
healing long enough for the him to die.. Didn’t help the Tauren
with her seeds in the Valley, instead cast them into the water
and watched the fish enjoy the treat.. Took the money from the
chest without telling anyone else in the dungeon.. Knocked the
child from the top bunk of the bed in the Orphanage and smiled in
delight at the way her little arm bent in all the wrong ways...
Dreams of fornication.. Dreams of excitable fury and passion..
Dreams would make a harlot blush. Visions of her Mithril Belt of
Purity in the forge in Thunder Bluff and her smiling near the
boiling metal with swollen stomach and no ring...
Horrible, dishonorable things in her right mind.. Horrible things
in her mind that she did? Was thinking about doing? Snowfeather
didn’t know, but she knew the one thing that always fixed it..
Her trusty mithril flask..
**********
Two weeks ago she found herself strangling her rabbit. She could
not recall taking him from his velvet pouch .. She couldn’t
remember anything about him at all that day up until she found
herself literally squeezing the life out of him. Fralump, with
his soft white fur and brown spots, was staring back at her - his
eyes bulging near to popping out of his skull. His tiny tongue
hanging out of his mouth, a deep shade of purple, and he was
using his back legs to dig and claw at Snowfeather’s large hand
in an effort to escape this torturous death.
"What the hell?!" Snowfeather let loose as soon as she realized
what she was doing to the poor thing. Fralump started to shake a
bit and nestled his head in her lap trying to "make up" with the
only master he had ever known. She picked him up by the scruff of
his neck, noticed one of his eyes was nothing now but a large
blood-filled marble of goo, gave him a kiss on the nose as
delicately as she could and put him back in his pouch.
Snowfeather pulled out her mithril flask and began to drink.
Nobody from The Grim knew what she had done and nobody was going
to find out if she could help it. Nobody would see that rabbit
again either..
**********
One week ago she had lost a duel to Licidion in Booty Bay. That
night, another dream came. Licidion near the pyre in Freewind.
Dueling him.. trip.. into the pyre.. on fire now. Rush to his
aid... strong push.. watch him fall from the top of the plateau
like a firework... laugh. Take a stick from the fire and draw a
stick figure holding a small skiv.. heart above his head.. little
flames all around him.
***********
Two days ago, she awoke from another nightmare, panting
frantically and eardrums ringing. This one was more intense and
realistic than the others. Yichimet lying in the tent at Freewind
Post. It was just the two of them..the other Grims had left.
Sweat turning his hair to slick tendrils. His milk-white eyes
darting from one direction to another..never connecting on
anything tangible. Taking his broken shell and rolling it on
timber support and pulling him out of Freewind Post.... Hooking
him up to Proot and walking him back to Darkcloud Pinnacle.
Laying him in a tent..... Taking off his armor, his
underclothes.. Everything.
Lighting a fire.. Covering him in furs, blankets, rugs.. Anything
she could find to keep him warm.. Disrobed and got under the fur
with Yichimet.
Moments later, small gasp from under the blanket.. She sat up ..
Mouth covered in blood. Hot ..running down her neck between her
breasts.. Down to her navel cooling and pooling between her legs.
Spitting something in the fire.. A large chunk of meat.. Laughed
as it burned and popped in the fire. Smell was nauseating..
Tossed the blankets back to reveal Yichimet lying there, his
milky-white eyes no longer darting but looking straight up
unblinking. A large gash in his neck where his throat was.. gone
now.. Just a giant bubbling, frothing hole like the boiling water
in the pools below them.
************
Yesterday in Booty Bay she was sitting on the bow of the Tavern.
She had designs of jumping in the water and swimming the filth
off of her. Drinking heavily now..stores almost empty again, she
will need to head to the Faire soon and restock. Snowfeather
can’t see a thing but the blue blur beneath her now. Dropping
like a stone, she splashed in the water in full battle dress..
The weight carrying her to the bottom of the bay.
Yes, she could have muttered the words to swim and breathe, but
she didn’t. She let herself drown. Moments before she slipped
into the Gray a vision and a voice came to her.
"Maledictus has given you the power, Druid. Embrace this truth
and love this as I love you." It was an ugly deep voice. A voice
filled with sardonic sweetness.. A voice she had heard only once
before.. One month ago.
Another vision entered her mind. Danlily is fishing with Kitsu at
her side. Just under the surface, Lily can’t see her.. A large
fresh salmon in her seal muzzle .. Waving it like a toy in front
of Lily’s ‘other’ woman. Kitsu approaches water edge.. Lunges and
strikes a hit on her paw. Biting down hard now, blood dispersing
in the water, she drags the cat under the water. Fast now, before
Lily can call her back!
To the bottom of the sea.. Hold the cat firm, don’t let it get
away! Laughs as the bubbles speed up then slow down..then stop.
Nothing now but a limp yellow sack with black spots. Bite off the
long tail.. Swim to the surface away from Lily.. Approaching Lily
now as "Snowfeather". Lily is panicked. Point out to the water
now..back is to her.. Takes the tail from the satchel and wraps
it around her neck.. Tighter..tighter.. Giggle at the gurgling
and spittle.. Stroke her breasts like she does and laugh..
Gone now.. Toss the tail in the water.. Stomp her face until
there is nothing left but a giant mass of bone and blood. Strip
her down to nothing and leave a Crest from Stormwind at her feet.
Become a seal again and lurk near the shore.. Clys arrives and
finds Lily. Revel in the misery.
**********
Gray vision and whispering voices soon entered Snowfeather’s
mind. "Yes, ghost talker. I understand the penalty." Snowfeather
regains her corporeal form near the giant fish jaw gate of Booty
Bay.
"Sweet Earthmother.. What is happening to me?" Checking her
satchel she finds one last swig of ‘hooch’ and drinks it like it
was her first drink of water in a month. She sighs heavily and
mounts Proot. "Time to restock, little man. It’s the only thing
that keeps it away.."
[Maledictus]
Maledictus' cataract-addled eyes closed slightly after reading
Snowfeather's account, and his remaining upper lip twisted into a
macabre semblance of a smile.
[Laughing Crow]
Laughing Crow stroked his chin thoughtfully as his Kodo loped
across the plains of Durotar, toward the Zeppelin tower.
Snowfeather had certainly been acting strange in Kargath. Once,
she had turned into a panther and ran a bit away, so fast that he
could not catch her. Once, she had fallen to the ground. And
always, she was taking furtive sense from a flask.
Her strength in battle, her prowess... It seemed much as ever.
But yet, something was out of balance. Perhaps he should sing a
healing song for her in his meditations that night?
He shook his head uneasily.
[Yichimet]
*Yichimet rolls in his fevers and puts out a hand, searching for
Snowfeather's*
[Grainger]
Sitting in the high backed leather chair in his study Grainger
finishes reading the account of the druid. Turning to the imp
waiting patiently in the dust alcove he raises an eyebrow.
"Your masters play an interesting game little one."
[Lascivious]
Lascivious watched as Snowfeather danced. Battle raged around but
still she danced. A dance of death, a dance of demons, for truly
someone who dances so much must be possessed. Perhaps she will be
a Coddler no more.
Chilalli - December 7, 2005
It had been a month since Snowfeather regained the use of her
stump. A month since the leg of Geltharis, a satyr, had been
stitched on and "all was right with the world again".
The nightmares started the first night. The pain came a few weeks
later. A few in The Grim noticed Snowfeather would sometimes
speak in demonic. This was something Snowfeather flat out denied,
admitting would show her weakness. She could feel it though, a
green mist in her brain taking hold like two giant eyes and ..
expressing itself on occasion.
It was not something she was comfortable discussing with anyone
in The Grim, let alone her trainer in Moonglade. That Elven druid
already knew Snowfeather had intentions to kill him someday; he
could read her face like the pages of an open book. She knew he
knew and Snowfeather would not give him the satisfaction of
knowing the inner struggle she was facing now.
The dreams started small, like a ripple in a pond. Every night a
new one came. Twisted reenactments of the days events usually. ..
Didn’t eat the dwarf, urinated on it and left it to the worms....
Didn’t help the Grim near death.. Drew out the vocal chant of
healing long enough for the him to die.. Didn’t help the Tauren
with her seeds in the Valley, instead cast them into the water
and watched the fish enjoy the treat.. Took the money from the
chest without telling anyone else in the dungeon.. Knocked the
child from the top bunk of the bed in the Orphanage and smiled in
delight at the way her little arm bent in all the wrong ways...
Dreams of fornication.. Dreams of excitable fury and passion..
Dreams would make a harlot blush. Visions of her Mithril Belt of
Purity in the forge in Thunder Bluff and her smiling near the
boiling metal with swollen stomach and no ring...
Horrible, dishonorable things in her right mind.. Horrible things
in her mind that she did? Was thinking about doing? Snowfeather
didn’t know, but she knew the one thing that always fixed it..
Her trusty mithril flask..
**********
Two weeks ago she found herself strangling her rabbit. She could
not recall taking him from his velvet pouch .. She couldn’t
remember anything about him at all that day up until she found
herself literally squeezing the life out of him. Fralump, with
his soft white fur and brown spots, was staring back at her - his
eyes bulging near to popping out of his skull. His tiny tongue
hanging out of his mouth, a deep shade of purple, and he was
using his back legs to dig and claw at Snowfeather’s large hand
in an effort to escape this torturous death.
"What the hell?!" Snowfeather let loose as soon as she realized
what she was doing to the poor thing. Fralump started to shake a
bit and nestled his head in her lap trying to "make up" with the
only master he had ever known. She picked him up by the scruff of
his neck, noticed one of his eyes was nothing now but a large
blood-filled marble of goo, gave him a kiss on the nose as
delicately as she could and put him back in his pouch.
Snowfeather pulled out her mithril flask and began to drink.
Nobody from The Grim knew what she had done and nobody was going
to find out if she could help it. Nobody would see that rabbit
again either..
**********
One week ago she had lost a duel to Licidion in Booty Bay. That
night, another dream came. Licidion near the pyre in Freewind.
Dueling him.. trip.. into the pyre.. on fire now. Rush to his
aid... strong push.. watch him fall from the top of the plateau
like a firework... laugh. Take a stick from the fire and draw a
stick figure holding a small skiv.. heart above his head.. little
flames all around him.
***********
Two days ago, she awoke from another nightmare, panting
frantically and eardrums ringing. This one was more intense and
realistic than the others. Yichimet lying in the tent at Freewind
Post. It was just the two of them..the other Grims had left.
Sweat turning his hair to slick tendrils. His milk-white eyes
darting from one direction to another..never connecting on
anything tangible. Taking his broken shell and rolling it on
timber support and pulling him out of Freewind Post.... Hooking
him up to Proot and walking him back to Darkcloud Pinnacle.
Laying him in a tent..... Taking off his armor, his
underclothes.. Everything.
Lighting a fire.. Covering him in furs, blankets, rugs.. Anything
she could find to keep him warm.. Disrobed and got under the fur
with Yichimet.
Moments later, small gasp from under the blanket.. She sat up ..
Mouth covered in blood. Hot ..running down her neck between her
breasts.. Down to her navel cooling and pooling between her legs.
Spitting something in the fire.. A large chunk of meat.. Laughed
as it burned and popped in the fire. Smell was nauseating..
Tossed the blankets back to reveal Yichimet lying there, his
milky-white eyes no longer darting but looking straight up
unblinking. A large gash in his neck where his throat was.. gone
now.. Just a giant bubbling, frothing hole like the boiling water
in the pools below them.
************
Yesterday in Booty Bay she was sitting on the bow of the Tavern.
She had designs of jumping in the water and swimming the filth
off of her. Drinking heavily now..stores almost empty again, she
will need to head to the Faire soon and restock. Snowfeather
can’t see a thing but the blue blur beneath her now. Dropping
like a stone, she splashed in the water in full battle dress..
The weight carrying her to the bottom of the bay.
Yes, she could have muttered the words to swim and breathe, but
she didn’t. She let herself drown. Moments before she slipped
into the Gray a vision and a voice came to her.
"Maledictus has given you the power, Druid. Embrace this truth
and love this as I love you." It was an ugly deep voice. A voice
filled with sardonic sweetness.. A voice she had heard only once
before.. One month ago.
Another vision entered her mind. Danlily is fishing with Kitsu at
her side. Just under the surface, Lily can’t see her.. A large
fresh salmon in her seal muzzle .. Waving it like a toy in front
of Lily’s ‘other’ woman. Kitsu approaches water edge.. Lunges and
strikes a hit on her paw. Biting down hard now, blood dispersing
in the water, she drags the cat under the water. Fast now, before
Lily can call her back!
To the bottom of the sea.. Hold the cat firm, don’t let it get
away! Laughs as the bubbles speed up then slow down..then stop.
Nothing now but a limp yellow sack with black spots. Bite off the
long tail.. Swim to the surface away from Lily.. Approaching Lily
now as "Snowfeather". Lily is panicked. Point out to the water
now..back is to her.. Takes the tail from the satchel and wraps
it around her neck.. Tighter..tighter.. Giggle at the gurgling
and spittle.. Stroke her breasts like she does and laugh..
Gone now.. Toss the tail in the water.. Stomp her face until
there is nothing left but a giant mass of bone and blood. Strip
her down to nothing and leave a Crest from Stormwind at her feet.
Become a seal again and lurk near the shore.. Clys arrives and
finds Lily. Revel in the misery.
**********
Gray vision and whispering voices soon entered Snowfeather’s
mind. "Yes, ghost talker. I understand the penalty." Snowfeather
regains her corporeal form near the giant fish jaw gate of Booty
Bay.
"Sweet Earthmother.. What is happening to me?" Checking her
satchel she finds one last swig of ‘hooch’ and drinks it like it
was her first drink of water in a month. She sighs heavily and
mounts Proot. "Time to restock, little man. It’s the only thing
that keeps it away.."
[Maledictus]
Maledictus' cataract-addled eyes closed slightly after reading
Snowfeather's account, and his remaining upper lip twisted into a
macabre semblance of a smile.
[Laughing Crow]
Laughing Crow stroked his chin thoughtfully as his Kodo loped
across the plains of Durotar, toward the Zeppelin tower.
Snowfeather had certainly been acting strange in Kargath. Once,
she had turned into a panther and ran a bit away, so fast that he
could not catch her. Once, she had fallen to the ground. And
always, she was taking furtive sense from a flask.
Her strength in battle, her prowess... It seemed much as ever.
But yet, something was out of balance. Perhaps he should sing a
healing song for her in his meditations that night?
He shook his head uneasily.
[Yichimet]
*Yichimet rolls in his fevers and puts out a hand, searching for
Snowfeather's*
[Grainger]
Sitting in the high backed leather chair in his study Grainger
finishes reading the account of the druid. Turning to the imp
waiting patiently in the dust alcove he raises an eyebrow.
"Your masters play an interesting game little one."
[Lascivious]
Lascivious watched as Snowfeather danced. Battle raged around but
still she danced. A dance of death, a dance of demons, for truly
someone who dances so much must be possessed. Perhaps she will be
a Coddler no more.