Sabbath Blood Sabbath
Chilalli - January 1, 2006
"Tonight the Bluff has been disgraced. This is no place for
me..." with that, Snowfeather chanted in taurahe and was
magically transported to Moonglade. The familiar crisp smell
invaded her nostrils immediately. Soon she could hear the breeze
through the glade and the cascading waterfall pounding the rocks
below. Snowfeather was back at her second home. Back to the place
she loved and hated in the same breath.
"Dendrite, what do you make of this New Year festival? How can
they act with such disregard for their own honor? Strong Tauren
bulls requesting marriage from any squaw, troll, undead or orc
woman within arms reach. Men and women exposing themselves to any
and all! Nudity and fornication in full view of the elders and
young alike! In the name of revelry?! Tell me, oh Wise Druid Elf,
what do you make of such intemperance?" Snowfeather was sure to
add a high dose of causticness in her last question. She hated
him with a vehemence.
"Mooncaster, let them enjoy themselves. It is not for you to
judge them, but for you to judge your own thoughts. Perhaps you
should gaze into the reflecting pool to gain clarity over this
perceived injustice. I might suggest you cease the libation as
well. You smell like a dwarven tart." Dendrite chastised. "Do be
sure to only gaze in it this time. That water is not for soaking
your overgrown stinking hide, novice." he casually remarked as if
swatting away a flying bug circling his meal.
"As you instruct... Master.." Snowfeather snarled out as
respectfully as she could with teeth clenched tightly together
and her fingernails digging deep into the palms of her hands.
She drew the blind across the hallway closing Dendrite
Starblaze's view from her "reflections". She would look into the
pool, but on her terms. Soon enough, her armor lay in a neat pile
and she stepped into the warm water. "Reflect on this, Pigman.."
Snowfeather reached for her flask and began to drink. She had
done her best to remain sober, but the nightmares had returned as
soon as her Dreamless Sleep Potions were consumed. Whispering to
her flask, Snowfeather made justifications for her actions,
"Everyone else is getting drunk tonight.. why should I be any
different? Though.. I drink for entirely different reasons.."
Snowfeather sighed and pushed a floating candle across the water
with one finger while she drew deeply from her flask.
Soon enough she was as liquid as the water she floated in.
Visions swirled in her mind and in the water surrounding her. It
had been a year..
Bear form.. leg gone.. demon leg sewn on.. the nightmares..
The Voice...
"Beautiful horns.." Cloudspeak had told her earlier in the night.
The last of his line.. a dying tribe.. she will betray him like
all the others..
The Eyes..
“I’ve had my clothes on all night” Daala remarked stark naked on
the Bluff with all the other party goers.. Too much to drink...
The Voice..
Chained to a table.."I am sorry Coddler, this is for your own
good" as the undead warrior chopped off her leg...
The Eyes..
"My lioness.." as she tore the flesh from Yichimet's neck...
The Voice...
Burying her bombay kitten under a pine by Stonebull lake...
hearing his death scream as she tore him in half with her bare
hands..
The Eyes..
"I love ya".. as Licidion's teeth sink into her hand... the
pain.. the fall from the bluff... watching him become someone she
does not know - like he was dying.. flowers..
The Voice..
"Tonight we head to Alcaz Island! A search for new "lab rats"
begins tonight!" Maledictus' voice droning like an ecclesiastic
hatemonger.. driving on the dedicated.. bringing Peace to us at
last..
Varian Wrynn standing there.. dead.. Lascivious eating the
monarch with delight...
The Eyes...
Maledictus covering the body with black dust... sinking into his
flesh.. alive again.. whole.. tainted..
"Soon you will be next, COW!" The Voice yelled in her mind,
shaking her to her core.
Sitting up, Snowfeather reached for her flask, took the last
small sip that remained and tossed it aside. Speaking aloud and
to noone, she tried to force the Voice from her head. "Tomorrow
we return to the King. I almost feel a bit of pity for him. I do
hope I have something good to look at on the way.. Cloudspeak?
Yichimet... Licidion?"
Snowfeather got out of the pool and laughed as the white fur
swirled in the water. Getting dressed was almost a ritual in
itself now. She tested the lock on her chastity belt one last
time and stowed key in her corset. Finding a small tree outside
of Dendrite's house, Snowfeather curled up as a lioness and
drifted off to her nightmares.
Tomorrow would be a victorious day for the Horde and a crushing
defeat for the Alliance. A few hours of sleep would be better
than none if she was to match skill with the enemy in Dustwallow.
It was her hope that the strong Grim and the Horde gathering
would be more prepared than she would be. It was bound to be a
battle once again in her mind.