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"I tread in shadow, harboring nothing, laying bare all that I am before those who tread with me. The watchful eye giving melody to the Nocturne that is my life. Only here within the obscurity of the midnight hour am I awakened. Only within the embrace of the shade and the unseen do I find comfort. The eternal cool, that was once the vitalized beating of my heart, replaced with a hunger that is born and quenched in blood. Time is no enemy, nor is age a foe. Decadence and depravity have become my brothers, and fear has become my sister. Behold, I am a vampire."
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Heartbeat... it fluttered. Hadavi is anxiety. There she barely stood, edging slowly away, grasping with her left at the gaping wound that cleaved her just above her right hip bone. Her right hand, holding to the silver blade which she now only weakly brandished against the shade that stood before her. The shade she sought to end, but only found hers.
The shade moved toward her with eyes that spewed fourth blasphemous words taking shape in flame and skin that dared to taunt the light itself to reflect upon it's grayed surface. The shade moves toward her, grasping in his vice grip a blade that sheered from her flesh the soul itself, calling to it to mingle. This shade moves toward her, and at a pace greater than hers.
Hadavi's talent layed in death itself. Some call her breed "Assassin". Those who would be dealers of death and heralds to the merciless end. So many times did she while others struggled to pull away, as she stepped ever closer. So many times did pleas and cries fall upon her ears, while others cowered in fear before her, but there was nothing in Hadavi to appeal to. Only in the passing of her victim would her advance hault, and now... now she is the one who edges away as icy talons grasp at her spine.
Only now did the other break the silence that stood between them, "You wield death as your blade, that is apparent. However, a blade cannot cut itself. See now, that you face death, and embrace it."
Her eyes were mesmerized as the pitiful graze she inflicted upon his neck closed completely. That single strike, which she risked all of herself to land upon him, was little more than a scratch to be ignored, while she herself, struggled to contain her insides, unable to as they slowly mingled with the soil beneath her. She had failed, and in that, she would find her end.
As she began to accept death, a peace came over her. She began to welcome it, as an honored guest before her. She no longer struggled to move away and fell to the ground upon her backside, as if her legs refused to carry her. She then tossed the silvered blade to her right, as if she had no longer need to defend herself. She drew her left hand from her right hip, looking upon the blooded lifeforce that was her own one last time before placing both hands at her back to brace her upright. Her eyes then looked up, without emotion, without pain, toward the Shade-- no, her harbinger.
This gave pause to his approach, "Have you given in?"
She spoke with heavied breath as the blood which would carry it to her body seeped out. Her breathing giving pause to each word spoken, "I do not struggle against the inevitable... ...Shell... Shall I flee and cower like a cornered rabbit for you? ... In my arrogance I believed I had become death... ... I was foolish... As you showed this to me, I was fearful... fearful of your power... fearful of dying.... ... I was afraid... but now... now I am broken... a failure..."
Still the shade gave pause, as if allowing her final words before her execution.
She winces as the pain strikes at her again, then eases herself back upon the ground, gazing up at the moon, "I know you are mightier than I ... and for this you have been gifted beyond me in power... ... At least... At least I die to you... with eyes wide open ... in the stead of aged obscurity... or to a fortunate strike from a weaker foe... ... I thank you for that... ..." Silence follows as she lays watching the moon. Falling into a trance-like state.
The shade then moved forward at a greater haste, lifting Hadavi violently from the ground by the chest of her clothing with the strength of many men. He forced her face to meet his eyes, searching them.
"So you accept the power granted to me now, failed one?!"
She says nothing, nearly unconscious at this point. Still, she was able to watch and listen.
"Perhaps I will allow you to truly understand what it is that was given me. Yes, only then can you see as clearly as you wish to."
Without another moment's consideration his maw opens wide, tearing into the flesh of Hadavi's neck as violently as a wolf shredding a lost lamb. Sucking out the little strength she has left. Hadavi grunted in pain. She would scream, but there wasn't air nor strength to give her voice lift. All slowly faded to gray, then nothing... not blackness, nor dream, simply nothing...
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Heartbeat... it fluttered. Hadavi is anxiety. There she barely stood, edging slowly away, grasping with her left at the gaping wound that cleaved her just above her right hip bone. Her right hand, holding to the silver blade which she now only weakly brandished against the shade that stood before her. The shade she sought to end, but only found hers.
The shade moved toward her with eyes that spewed fourth blasphemous words taking shape in flame and skin that dared to taunt the light itself to reflect upon it's grayed surface. The shade moves toward her, grasping in his vice grip a blade that sheered from her flesh the soul itself, calling to it to mingle. This shade moves toward her, and at a pace greater than hers.
Hadavi's talent layed in death itself. Some call her breed "Assassin". Those who would be dealers of death and heralds to the merciless end. So many times did she while others struggled to pull away, as she stepped ever closer. So many times did pleas and cries fall upon her ears, while others cowered in fear before her, but there was nothing in Hadavi to appeal to. Only in the passing of her victim would her advance hault, and now... now she is the one who edges away as icy talons grasp at her spine.
Only now did the other break the silence that stood between them, "You wield death as your blade, that is apparent. However, a blade cannot cut itself. See now, that you face death, and embrace it."
Her eyes were mesmerized as the pitiful graze she inflicted upon his neck closed completely. That single strike, which she risked all of herself to land upon him, was little more than a scratch to be ignored, while she herself, struggled to contain her insides, unable to as they slowly mingled with the soil beneath her. She had failed, and in that, she would find her end.
As she began to accept death, a peace came over her. She began to welcome it, as an honored guest before her. She no longer struggled to move away and fell to the ground upon her backside, as if her legs refused to carry her. She then tossed the silvered blade to her right, as if she had no longer need to defend herself. She drew her left hand from her right hip, looking upon the blooded lifeforce that was her own one last time before placing both hands at her back to brace her upright. Her eyes then looked up, without emotion, without pain, toward the Shade-- no, her harbinger.
This gave pause to his approach, "Have you given in?"
She spoke with heavied breath as the blood which would carry it to her body seeped out. Her breathing giving pause to each word spoken, "I do not struggle against the inevitable... ...Shell... Shall I flee and cower like a cornered rabbit for you? ... In my arrogance I believed I had become death... ... I was foolish... As you showed this to me, I was fearful... fearful of your power... fearful of dying.... ... I was afraid... but now... now I am broken... a failure..."
Still the shade gave pause, as if allowing her final words before her execution.
She winces as the pain strikes at her again, then eases herself back upon the ground, gazing up at the moon, "I know you are mightier than I ... and for this you have been gifted beyond me in power... ... At least... At least I die to you... with eyes wide open ... in the stead of aged obscurity... or to a fortunate strike from a weaker foe... ... I thank you for that... ..." Silence follows as she lays watching the moon. Falling into a trance-like state.
The shade then moved forward at a greater haste, lifting Hadavi violently from the ground by the chest of her clothing with the strength of many men. He forced her face to meet his eyes, searching them.
"So you accept the power granted to me now, failed one?!"
She says nothing, nearly unconscious at this point. Still, she was able to watch and listen.
"Perhaps I will allow you to truly understand what it is that was given me. Yes, only then can you see as clearly as you wish to."
Without another moment's consideration his maw opens wide, tearing into the flesh of Hadavi's neck as violently as a wolf shredding a lost lamb. Sucking out the little strength she has left. Hadavi grunted in pain. She would scream, but there wasn't air nor strength to give her voice lift. All slowly faded to gray, then nothing... not blackness, nor dream, simply nothing...
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