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~Creations--Sunderings of Hunger~
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SAERRN lay on her bed, small scaled body curled tight in on itself as she struggled to rest despite the shaking that had settled in heavily on her throughout the night. Long night having been spent working in the library, the creature mutters softly to herself, the long conversation she’d had with Nathaniel resting heavily on her mind. “Chaos theory be damned,” she hisses to the empty room, her ears twitching at the sounds of Andrew moving around in the keep, leaving her be to rest in her sleeping chambers.
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“POPPA,” she’d said softly as she sat with him in front of the Abyssal Flames, her silvered eyes mirroring his. “I have done so much to take the form that I must…to be who I am. Is that not enough?” The small creature paused as she looked out at him, pulling her cloak tight around her, cold despite the heat that poured from her small body, despite the pearls of sweat that soaked her clothing. Saerrn shook her head, knowing the answer to her own question, Nathaniel’s own mouth remaining unmoving with a kindness on his face…a kindness that only he was capable of feeling. “You know, Poppa,” she said finally, breaking the quiet of the library, her eyes casting down to where her gloved hands fumbled with her cloak. “I released her…Mother…she is out of the reach of him and will never be have…despite the constant clawing I feel at me. Father is a very angry one, Poppa.”
“I KNOW, my child,” he say, his low lilt matching that of Saerrn’s, taste of Blaneslea filling the air, his kind silvered tones whispering across her small frame as he spoke. long gnarled fingers lifting the woman’s chin he turns her gaze to meet his. “My child, I know most everything that you do…and what you must do. You have your path set before you…Knowledge nips at you constantly. Hunger gnaws at you but you confuse what it is that you hunger for…or hungers for you. Chaos and Order fight within you. You must hold your balance as your Sire has helped you gain it. Listen to her, my child, unlike you were ever able to do with your mother. Listen to your sire….your path awaits you.”
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“MY child...my chylder,” The words echoed through the petite woman’s head, her bedcovers pulled in tight around her body rigid with shaking, heat flaring from her even as a deep coldness grew from within. “My sire,” she whispers through her bond, soft lilt winding its way through the woman, hoping it would be heard. “Something, my sire, grows.”
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Saerrn lay where she’d curled up with her sire, her arms pulled tight around her small body, heat wrapped around the sweat covered flesh as she shook from her core. Sightless eyes wide open, the creature stared straight ahead, dark lips moving with the barest of whispers moving across her dream filled lips. “Rebecca,” she hisses. “Mother…You can’t lie to me…I have your journal…I know what you did!” Sneer creasing her face for a long moment, Saerrn finally falls silent and her eyes slip shut, soft shudders moving through her, she pulls her sire’s arm around her, burrowing further into the woman trying to feel safe enough to sleep.
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~~Edges of Madness—Truth or Consequences?~~
Saerrn takes a sudden sharp intake of breath, her arms flailing wildly for a minute in the blood bath she’d fallen asleep in until she found her bearings, her breath evening out in the pitch blackness of the room. Silvered orbs glowing, she looks around and tries to pierce the thick shadow with her gaze, realization crawling across her body with the slow rippling of scaled flesh that she did not know where she was…nothing was familiar to the nostrils that flared, scents searing her nose as she sought the truth of where she was. Edging to the side of the blood bath, Saerrn settles in against the wall, her hand slipping to the torn flesh of her throat as she listened to the room around her, her eyes slipping closed. “Shite. What is wrong with me?” she murmurs softly, feeling the slow rise of panic, her fingers clutching at her throat as she sought to control the spin of energy that began to claw through her. Chaos and Order wrapping around one another, the small creature gasps and rolls forward fully into the blood bath, a long low keening snaking through her as she begins to lose herself to the whipping power within her and within the room, a slow dawning of realization laying across the woman that she could not avoid it as she surrendered herself to the searing agony of the growing push of power. “My sire…,” she gasps plaintively before slipping through the thick blackness, her body shuddering and shaking as she sank into the mire of blood.
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~~Whispers of Words--Nightmares Rising~~
Saerrn’s clawed fingers scrapped across rough stone as her outstretched arms sought her way in the pitch black of the room she found herself in once again, a thrumming of energy buffeting her small naked form slowly becoming familiar to her. “Shite,” she murmurs low, struggling to reconcile the sense of being in her bed wrapped up in bedcovers one moment then torn away into a darkness so deep that not even her silvered gaze could see cut it. Turning around, the small woman leaned heavily against the wall, spines skittering across the rough stone before catching, leaving the sound of her blood filled heart pounding in her ears the only sound she could find in the inkiness of her nightmare. Sliding down the wall, the creature wraps winds her body around itself, her arms clutching her legs as she stares out into the darkness, her dark lips slowly moving as she muttered to herself, struggling to understand the words that whispered from her mouth and from the darkness.
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~~…Of your flesh…~~
Silvered orbs snapped open as the creature suddenly found herself within pure pitch blackness, blood racing through her body as she reached out, thick claws reaching for the safety of the walls she knew had to be there. Gasping as a stone wall snapped itself in front of the her, the woman’s spines would skitter across the harsh cold stone as she turned. Cold stone pulsing across the scaled flesh of her back, Saerrn peers out into the blackness, silvered orbs struggling to cut the darkness. “Center yourself,” she whispers low, repeating the words that had brushed across her ears the night previous even as she fought back the panic that threatened to swallow her whole. “Sire…where am I” she whispers low, slipping down the wall to her naked haunches. Rubbing her tired eyes, thick tongue tracing across her dark lips as her hunger quickly rose in the room tearing at her, hunger beckoning her, knowing she would have to sate it soon, that her needs could not wait much longer. Saerrn whispered low to herself, slowly drawing her focus in tighter to herself, trying to allow herself to feel the room…and be a part of the thick heart of the blackness around her, darkness that she could not and knew she would not escape. “Saerrn,” she whispers low, carefully coaxing herself before the plummet into the darkness. “It’s you….part of you…you…it is of your flesh.”
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~~My Sweet Talisman~~
Saerrn ran her hands over the leather bound book, soft skin of her fingertips tracing over the ridges of the hide and tracing sinew threads Frowning as her eyes run over the title of the 'On the Matter of Chaos and Order,,' she murmurs softly, her hands thrumming with the energy she felt coming from the book, words whispering across her bare flesh, her brother's words fresh across her ears. “You make quite the talisman then, don’t you? Perchance to sleep or return safely from my visions?" Rubbing her eyes gently, she whispers softly to the book as if a lover, "What do you contain, my sweet Talisman?"
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~~Foundations of the Flesh~~
The small body shook as it lay on the pallet where Saerrn had lain down hours before buried in the arms that held her as she slipped away, walking into absolute blackness. Fingers flicking across the scaring wound that covered her heart, Saerrn grasps the small leather bound book she held in her other hand, the darkness snapping around her, pulsing and plucking at her flesh. Gasping, she falls forward onto her knees, silvered gaze slicing through the blackness around her as she struggled to gain her bearings, words snapping from her dark lips and whipping around her small body as she heard her sire’s voice winding through her mind, its presence binding her….reminding her.
Thick tongue tracing across her dark lips, running over the blood soaked cuts that laced them, Saerrn looks down to the small book in her hand, its pulsing thrusting and pulling at her dark scaleless hand. Fingers running over the edges of the cover, the small creature traced over the words of the scrivened title, a slow smile creasing her face as a slow realization would twist and twine around her. “My talisman,” she gasps, small whispers crawling through her body and spreading through the tunnel around her. “My seat…Are you the seat of this…place?” Knowing no answers would simply be stated and delivered to her like answers to an impatient child, she pulls the book close to her and rises once again, the pull and tug of the darkness drawing her forward as she staggered to her feet and began her trek on. “Soon…so very soon…my precious Hall…you will be born…you will become what you are meant to be.”
Soft footsteps padding across the stone, Saerrn hurries, urgency driving her forward as whispered words crawled faster across her naked flesh, her silvered gaze guiding her despite her uncertainty, thrumming snaking through the hand that held the talisman, words desperately arching over the pages of the leather bound book. Abandoning herself to the darkness, she gasps as she suddenly staggers out of the tunnels past a door that stood wide open…its hungry maw tearing at her flesh before she stumbled and fell to the floor. “Sire,” she whispers, blood dripping from dark lips with each word she spoke, her naked flesh grinding across the thick wood timbers of the floor as its long thick splinters tore at her flesh. Scream filling her as it tore through the room she found herself in and slammed back down the tunnel to the body that lay waiting on the pallet and tearing free from that form, Saerrn’s small body writhed in pain as the room tore at her, threatening to engulf her fully, its words tracing long bloody paths across her scaleless flesh. “Control it,” she gasped aloud between peals of pain and screams, her sire’s words and arms drawn tight around her even as her mind twisted in on itself, struggling to keep itself afloat in the madness, in the knowledge of what she was and what it…the darkness around her was becoming. “Sire!” she would scream once more before black silence engulfed and she pulled her talisman to the scar over her heart.
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~~Creations: Sunderings of Hunger~~
Arms wrapped around her small body, Saerrn shook where she lay, pulsing talisman drawing and plucking at her small scaleless hand urging her forward, urging her to step into the growing darkness around her. Silvered orbs snapping open, she gasps as her bare feet slip on stone and she comes to a halt on her knees deep in the tunnels. Hand slipping to the scaring wound she wore over her heart, her soft lilting voice wound around her as she spoke, “I’m here, my sire…and I feel you with me.” Eyes snapping forward, her hand throbbed with the thrumming that pulled and plucked at it, the talisman begging and pleading as whispers of words would cut through the silence of the tunnel, rushing and whipping around her small naked form.
“Lucky,” she whispered low, her brothers words caressing her dark lips, she wondered at the words that would slip from her dark lips to be stolen only by her own ears, not the demanding stone of the tunnels or the Hall that loomed around her. Silvered gaze cutting through the darkness around her, the small creature stood and began to make her way through the now familiar tunnels, talisman held tight to her chest, its pulsing slowly tapping out the rhythmic beat of a creatures heart lying in wait, slowing evenly. Hand brushing across the face of a door, she waits as the door falls open and the full hunger laden fury of the Hall would rush across her small body, forcing her to her knees. Back arching against the reminders of the night past, flesh pulling against healing wounds, Saerrn gasps and rolls forward, scream pealing from her flesh as she accepted the maelstrom that rose around her…and waited…talisman thrumming, its soft pleading pulsing playing across her flesh.
Gasping, the small creature climbs back to her feet, soft paddings tracing her steps through the tunnel, thickening darkness at its end driving her forward to where she must go, hungry maw waiting for her. Gently, she ran her fingers across the scarring over her heart, soft whispers moving through her to her sire, “Feed it.” Silvered gaze slicing through the darked, Saerrn moves without pause through the maw that had rendered her so merciless before, staggering as the maelstrom grew around her, plucking and pulling at her torn flesh, demanding as its pain ridden fingers began to caress her scaleless flesh. Silent screams pealing from her, rushing through the tunnels to her prone form as it lay curled up against the woman that held her shaking form, her metaphysical and physical beings twisting and twining around one around, Saerrn slowly lowers the book from her chest and falls to her knees. Talisman thrashing against the flesh of her palm, she slowly opens it, her sire’s words coursing through her, reminding her, her anchor holding steadfast as the power within the small leather bound book arched. Back arching as the words written within the pages of her talisman rushed and crashed around her small form, Saerrn’s thick tongue slowly traced across her dark lips, her body feeding even as the Hall pulled and plucked at the talisman, her keystone arching its own blood of words to the Hall as the maelstrom drew its focal point tight to the scriven words on the pages that leapt with desire…desire for knowledge arching and dancing across the pages. Collapsing forward, the small creature’s silvered orbs cut through the all encompassing darkness that had swallowed her the night past, her eyes searching and falling on the path up…into the waiting full beauty of the Hall that thrashed and pulled at her, waiting for its moment to be fully born. Sweat pouring from her small body, Saerrn closes her eyes as the maelstrom around her began to calm. Low moans escaping her, she found herself rushing back to the body that lay curled up with her anchor, violent shuddering rendering exhaustion across her form, hunger arching and peaking across her rippling scaleless flesh. And only then did she sleep.
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~~Creations: Wells of Delicate Desires~~
Twisted images snapped through the small creatures mind, twisting across her small body as heat lifted and wrapped itself around her. Flesh rippling across her as she shook, visions tormented and crawled across the divide that was slowly thinning, a tearing preparing to release, claws reaching out from the darkness to rake the skin of the unsuspecting. Eyes snapping open, Saerrn gripped the blankets she lay on before she sat up and stared into the thickening darkness, silvered gaze slicing through it as she slipped through, rough stone walls plucking and pulling at her small scaleless form. Thrumming snapping across the bare flesh of the hand that held the small leather bound volume, the small creature shuddered against her own hunger that dug and snapped at her, knowing she was quickly reaching her limits…limits that would have to be relented to and filled.
Gasping, Saerrn rolled forward on her bare legs, her scaleless hands slowly drawing the book open as sweat beaded up and ran across her dark face, thick hunger driven tongue tracing relentless paths across the dark flesh of her lips. A keening would slowly rise from the small creature, her small body rippling beneath the whispered fingers of the antechamber she found herself in, whispered words plucking and pulling at the talisman. Back arching against the book that thrashed and twisted in her hand, spikes dug into the timbered floor of the room, a slow rising feeding frenzy snapping and winding around her, whispered words of desire slithering across her as the Hall drew deeply of the talisman, her body buffeted by the maelstrom that grew around and within her, knowing only one’s hunger would be sated this night. Thick tongue tracing across her dark lips, silvered orbs slid across the pages of the book, tasting…measuring…knowing she must know how much the Hall demanded to be fed.
Slowly, the creature looked up, desperate words around her slowly easing, their desperate needs slackening beneath her silvered gaze as it cut through the darkness. Talisman snapping shut, she slipped it to the small of her back and stared upwards into the empty maw of a well, her way up beckoning her like the delicate fingers of a careful lover. Standing, she grabbed the rope that dangled, begging for her passion filled touch, her small body pressing into it as she began to climb and ascend into the gaping blackness filled maw. Soft gasps snapping from her, the small creature shuddered as her senses twisted and she fell back onto the pallet, shaking beneath exhaustion that would overtake her small frame, exhaustion plucking and pulling at her, demanding release against the hunger that snapped and arched across her form. “Sire,” she softly intoned, thickening lilt winding across her small frame. “Feed me.”
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~~Creations: Denials of Wellsprings~~
Spines digging into the wall behind her, the small creature shook, her silvered gaze slicing through the pulsing darkness that surrounded her. Scales rippling the length of the woman’s small body, she fingered the leather bound volume she held in her hand, slowly running her fingertips along each carefully scriven letter of the words splaying across its cover. Gasping as another wave of demanding hunger assailed her body, she leaned her head back against the stone behind, beads of sweat slowly dripping down the tender battered flesh of her face, waiting for the twisted desires of the room around her to relent and give her peace…peace she knew was not coming anytime soon. Talisman twisting and thrashing in her hand, Saerrn’s cold laugh snaps through the room as a cold realization slid through her…denials would come hard.
“My precious Hall,” she intones, dark grinding tones of Chaos snapping and whipping around her. “What is it that you demand? You take of me what only I can give you?” Swaying as she’d push herself to her feet, Saerrn peers into the grinding maw of the well, bare flesh of a scaled hand gently caressing the rope that hung down beckoning her, beseeching her. Slipping the talisman to the small of her back, her back arching against the desperate thrashing across the small of her back, the creature winds her hands around the rope and begins to climb, a low keening coming from her as buffeting swells of pain engulfed her, bands of thick flesh pulling at the still healing bone that threatened to snap across her chest.
Rolling over the rough stoned edge of the well, Saerrn shrieks as her small body slams against the rough timbered floor of the Well Room, snappings of pain digging into her rippling scaled flesh. Drawing her arms across her chest, she fingers the mark she held so dear to her heart, sweat pouring across her countenance, soaking her clothed form. “Sire,” she whispers low, curling in on herself, talisman thrashing and demanding at the small of her back, the dark room around her assailing her as she struggled to retain consciousness. “I’m in,” she intones low as she slips the leather bound book free of its prison, clawed fingers trailing across the edges of the pages thick with her words before she’d open it and let it fall to the floor she writhed on, her fingers splaying across its delicately scriven words.
Back arching against the pain that flooded her small body, Saerrn’s fingers slipped across the blood obsidian ink that filled the pages of her talisman, thick timbers arching and snapping at it, thick splinters of need and desire carving their way across her small body as she shook, her own still unrequited hunger snapping at her as the Hall fed. Gasping, her silvered gaze cut through the darkness of the room around her, thick tongue snaking across her sweat covered lips as the Hall slowly calmed and she drew the book closed, pulling it to her small body against her pulsing and throbbing chest. “Sire,” she whispered to the dark room, its shadows snapping around her as she drew her legs to her chest, her words turning inward as she sought a comforting warmth, abandoning herself to the darkness that enfolded her, waiting for it to release her to nightmare tormented sleep. “Please find me, my sire.”
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~~Creations: Twisting and Twining Ropes of Desire~~
Saerrn pulled her talisman from the small of her back, thick claws tracing over the finely scriven words that spread across the cover, a low shudder shifting through her as a stretching blackness would wind around her, clawing at her, it sensed her hunger, her desire, her talisman…her exhaustion and hunger leaving her weak. Gasping, she falls back on the stone, her spines clattering across the tunnel floor as her silvered gaze would struggle to cut through the dark, the Hall’s hunger snapping at her, desperate snatches of words plucking and pulling at her.
Nostrils flaring, Saerrn slowly pushes herself onto her knees, the heavy scent of black roses flooding her senses and surrounding her, a slow smile creasing her face as her lips curled up. “Sire,” she whispered softly, even as soft gasps slipped from her dark lips, her body shuddering beneath the heavy need of the tunnels and the Hall that thrashed above her. Thick lips tracing across her dark lips as she inhaled deeply, the small creature lifts herself to her feet, her silvered gaze cutting through the darkness of the tunnels as she made her way through them, clawed hands clutching at the talisman in her hand, knowing what she needed to do to help protect her sire.
Saerrn’s back arches as she makes her way into the lower Well Room, her bare scaled hand slipping the talisman back to the small of her back before she stretched her hand along the rope that dangled down, the plucking and pulling of the Hall snapping at her through the it as she begins to climb upwards from the bowels of the Hall. Gasping as a heavy sweat would break across the creature’s small body, she rolls over the rough edge and drops to the heavily timbered floor, its thick timbered splinters clawing at her small frame as words snapped around her, heavy fingers of need pulling at her.
Pulling the talisman free from her back, she hisses as her fingers dug desperately at the book, opening it before she’d slam it to the floor she lay on. Fingers splaying across the thick pages of her talisman, she arches her back as the Hall greedily pulls and plucks at the words as she’d release them, pain snaking across her as she’d writhe and twist across the heavy splintering floor, blood pouring from her nostrils and dark lips. Gasping, Saerrn’s eyes snap open as she struggled to slice through the darkness around her, feeling something…else. “Sire?” she cries out, long strands of another energy snapping through the Hall, snapping around her talisman. Gasping, she snaps the book shut and pulls it tight to her chest, a sudden pull snatching at her small form as she struggled to make sense of what she was feeling around her. Hissing, she arches her back suddenly as she felt herself snatched back from the Hall, the Hall not fully in her grasp alone, before she’d find herself snapping back into her meditation garden, words snapping around her as she struggled to waken, “My sire…sire….I can feel it.”
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Creations: Progeny of Mine…
Rough hewn timbers bore into the small body curled up in its embrace, low gasps coming from the small creature it was claiming. Eyes snapping open, Saerrn’s silvered orbs slowly slid around the room, cutting through the darkness of the room as she fingered the leather bound volume she held tightly fisted to her small body. Moaning, she slowly unfolded her body and pushed herself up to her bare knees, struggling to orient herself, the Chaos and Order Fountain no longer lying at her feet where she’d fallen asleep hours before, her brothers reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Drawing herself up to her full height, the small creature sways and staggers, her small body slamming into the timbered walls that surrounded her, body folding in on itself as a crescendo of words whipped and snapped around her, scroll room unfolding itself to her as the Hall slowly stretched and snapped around her. Talisman held tight to her chest, she gasps and struggles to open her eyes against the onslaught that threatened to engulf her and tear from her every ounce of knowledge she possessed. “No,” she hisses. “Progeny of mine…you will fold to my will!”
Snarling, she snaps open the leather bound book in her hand and slams it into the wood timbers she huddled against. “Feed, you little bastard of mine,” she hisses as her fingers splayed and snapped across the newly scriven pages. Back arching as whispered words snapped and arched until the room was filled with a deafening cacophony of desperate gyrations, Saerrn hisses and screams, her silvered orbs shifting to their hidden blood red crimson hues, thickening desperate lilting snapping and folding around her until she collapses to the floor, talisman folding closed as she drew it to her chest. Gasping, she struggles to reach out to a bond, a warmth surrounding her small body as her flaring nostrils fill with the scent of black roses.
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~~Creations: Tempest of Finely Scriven Lines Preparing…~~
Saerrn rolls her small body over the rough stone edge of the Well, her naked scaled form bristling as it arches against the rough timbered floor, her small fists gripped around the spine of the Talisman as she clutched it to her chest. Pushing herself up heavily from the floor, she draws up to her knees and sits for a long moment, moans and whispers of desperate declarations whisking around her, rippling across her lifting scales before snapping around the room, her silvered orbs slicing through the darkness.
Swaying as she stands, the small creature makes her way through the Well Room, soft paddings of her footsteps snaking across the floor. Hand brushing across a door that fell away at her touch, she arches her back as keening words would begin to rise and whip around her small body, seizing her forth into the Scroll Room, snatches of desperate need caressing her scaled form, the hot touch of a forlorn lover despairing the final touch. Clutching her talisman to her chest, Saerrn’s body shudders, silvered gaze severing the blackness that surrounds and coats her rippling flesh as she staggers across the heavy timbers snatching at her bare feet, room drawing close around her as she fell into another door, Hall imploring her to stop. Gasping, the woman cries out as the door fell away from her and her small body plummeted into darkness, body curling in tight around itself as it slapped into the rough timbered floor.
The small creature eyes slowly opened even as she struggled with the sudden silence around her, her clawed hands desperately snaking across the edges of the Talisman she clutched in wanton despair to her chest. Fingers splaying across the preciously scriven words, she slaps the book to the floor, whispers winding around her hand as her silvered orbs sorted through the gloom of the room that surrounded her, desperate urgings of Knowledge teasing the edge of hunger she knew was there. Gasping suddenly, the woman screams as the tempest strikes, her small body arching deep within the clutches of the storm that began to rage at her fingertips, sweat curling across her desperate flesh as small streams of blood run from her flaring nostrils while the Hall…her progeny…fed.
Fingers curling tight as she felt the final scriven words fall away from her fingertips, the small creature snatches the Talisman away and desperately curls her body around it, mind twisting and turning around her body as the descent of absolute silence would snap around her, its cacophony deafening her as she struggled to snake her way through her bond, seeking out the warmth…her warmth and sweet smell of black roses. “Soon…” she whispers, her soft lilting punctuating the complete silence that bathed her in soft breaths of someone…something…preparing for its day to arrive before she collapses into a stillness, struggling to rest and wind her way across the pages of the Talisman that pulsed and urged softly at her chest as she gently caresses the barest edges of her scarings.
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~~Creations: Feedings of Grandeur…~~
The small creature shook heavily as thick shadows cascaded around her, hand on the talisman at the small of her back, fingers gripping it gently as if preparing to draw it, battle quietly threatening to awaken. Eyes snapping open, Saerrn’s silvered orbs cut through the gloom of the chamber that was slowly drawing clearer, the thrum of energy from the Abyss where she’d slept and her physical body still remained whipping quietly around her small body. Lips curling up at the blue flame that licked the edges of the cavern, she splays her hand across the flesh of the door to the Sacred Chamber and slips past it as it falls away at her touch, scaled flesh rippling across her hand.
Soft scuffings tracing her steps through the tunnels, Saerrn’s body shudders at the snappings of desperate desires across her flesh, whispered words rising and whipping around her small body, threatening to consume her even as her lips curled up and she murmured low to the stone walls that pulsed and gyrated, “Feed, my progeny, feed…do not make a fool of me or the others that have given so much to make sure you can come to fruition.” Saerrn’s thick tongue traced across her dark lips as Abyssal Flames grew behind her silvered orbs, shudders running through her small body, her own nostrils flaring as her scent rose through the Hall, soft edgings of black roses whispering across the wall. “Take what you need, dear one…You are my progeny, after all.”
Slipping through the well, Saerrn lovingly runs her clawed fingertips across the thrusting and snapping walls of the lower rooms before she’d make her way up, the main floors of the Hall awaiting her arrival. Gasping as she’d finally make it to the main room of the Hall, Saerrn leans heavily against a wall and slips down to her haunches, low pantings coming from her small body as the Halls hunger snapped across her body, heavy caressings plucking and pulling at her hot flesh. Sweat dripping down the tender flesh of her face, Saerrn slowly closes her eyes and draws her small legs to her chest, arms wrapping around them protectively as her talisman pulsed and thrummed at the small of her back, words left carefully scriven across its thick pages as the Hall drew hungrily from the crossings of the Nexus, all the was…is…and will be slowly feeding it. “Soon,” the small creature murmurs, waiting for the Hall to sate itself. “Soon, my progeny…”
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Creations: Twistings of Arrival…
Saerrn gasps as her small frame stiffens, her legs drawing up to her chest as she lay locked in dreams, darkness surrounding her. Whispered words snapping around her body, she arches her back, desperate caresses of a furtive love winding around her, her silvered blue orbs snap open as she stares out into the empty darkness. “My progeny,” she whispers low, soft lilt lifting to fill the room she lie sleeping in, locked away from the Hall she sought out, desperate to find it despite its silence to her in its hours of preparation. Scaled hands reaching out, she hisses as its pulsing walls evade her touch. Hands snapping back to her body, her thick tongue trails across her dark lips, tender skin of her face covered in a thin sheen of sweat as her body twists and writhes in her distressed sleep, soft words tracing their path across her lips, “Soon…my precious Hall…soon. We will not be denied.”
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~~Creations: Shudderings of Final Arrival...~~
Heavy stone shivered and shuddered as its stretched across its new home, twisting and winding around itself, its desperate hunger filled maw drawing at the air that filled its lungs as it snapped and slowly settled, shadows softly caressing as darkness filled the fresh flesh. The Legacies Arcanum Hall of Knowledge stretching high into the London air, the city would thrum as a shudder moves across it, hungry fingers filching along the cobbles, seeking, searching to fill its shelves.
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~~Progeny of Mine~~
1891 December 19
Saerrn’s silvered blue orbs would slowly open, her small body complaining as she moved and shifted through the blood bath she’d fallen asleep in. Gasping at the bitter pain across her back, she grimaces and lifts herself from the warmth of the blood, standing for long moments on the edge of the pool, thick viscous blood reluctantly dripping from her scaled form. “Thank you, ser,” she’d say softly as Andrew toweled her off and helped her into a fresh set of clothing. Grunting low, the manservant would only shake his head and say, “You do too much, mistress…too much.” Smiling weakly, she nodded as she took her two small volumes from him and slipped them to the small of her back, tucking them into to her waistband, tender flesh rippling across her back, “I’ll not be long, ser…and then I will lay down to rest more.”
Slowly, the woman made her way out of her home and to the Hall of Knowledge, her silvered blue orbs lifting to the majesty of the building as it loomed over her. “My progeny,” she whispered softly to the building that would thrum with pure energy of desire for knowledge, slowly plucking at her tender body, her skin rippling across her small form as a soft gasp came from her. Making her way into the building, she’d smile softly to Charlotte Anna, the spectre of the Hall quietly going about her business as the small creature slipped past and ventured down to the Sacred Chamber in the Hall’s bowels, needful press of the tunnel walls pressing on her.
Brow furrowing slightly as the tunnel’s guardian would let her slip past, Saerrn gently lays her splaying hand on the door that protected the Sacred Chamber from easy visitors and drew in a long unneeded breath as the door would fall away from her dark caress, a slow wave of pain crossing her small form from the spread of her back muscles. Gasping softly, she makes her way inside and lowers herself quietly to the chamber floor before an empty chest, slowly rising whispered words sliding around her small form, plucking and pulling at her form. Grunting softly at the touch that only she and a very few others could feel, she pulls her talisman free of the safety of the small of her back, her fingers gently tracing over her carefully scriven words as she’d allow the Hall to pull from the small volume, its hunger arching across her small body as her own hunger snapped across her frail form.
Gasping, Saerrn would fall forward, Abyssal flame in the Sacred Chamber snapping around her as the Hall drew from her before it would begin to draw from the Nexus, a slow smile playing across her dark lips as her progeny would feed from its intended source. Her awareness slowly dimming, the small creature would gasp as she felt Andrew’s arms slip around her and pull her close to his body, her soft words whispering to her servant as he carried her back through the Hall to her home to her bed. “Andrew, where did you come from?” she’d murmur low as she slipped away into an uneasy slumber, the servant carefully keeping her on her side away from the broken spines and angry flesh as he pulled her crimson bedcovers over her exhausted form.
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