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- The melodious voice of Cheliyi resonates in your mind, "**a quiet nudge, a clear beckoning and then
- -tug- into existence** Here."
- [[Rhalkyr is summoned]]
- Rhalkyr grunts in irritated surprise, the nearly lambent discs of his feverishly
- green eyes thin to slits. Immediately, he releases a cat of black ink from his tender attentions,
- and straightens into a readied, combative stance.
- Grassy hilltop.
- Rippling notes of a tranquil harmony drift upon the air, emanating from a healing shrine of Isune
- nearby. Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. A light cover of
- clouds hides the sky in a sheet of white. Soft, blue-green alpine grass carpets the ground here, a
- hardy variety well suited to the cooler temperatures found as the ground rises up towards the Teeth
- to the east. Moss campion grows in profusion, its tiny leaves and pale pink blossoms adapted to suit
- the rockier soil. A perpetual cool wind sweeps down from the mountains, threatening to sweep away
- the more delicate plants. A tall, vibrantly healthy mulberry bush grows nearby. A giant mosquito
- lies crushed. Humming happily to himself, a red furred furrikin lounges about here. Cheliyi is here.
- Esei tells you, "** There is a gentle press against the aether, a brief wave of pale gold concern.
- **."
- Appearing in a readied, aggressive stance, Rhalkyr's hands are extended to either
- side, fingers flexed into stiffened claws, eyes thinned to dangerous slits. Finding Cheliyi, they do
- not, as before, flit away, but remain fixed upon Cheliyi.
- Cheliyi watches silently within a surge of freezing mist, which converges upon you like a hungry
- wave. The mists coil into tendrils that bind the hulking human with efficient precision, biting deep
- into your skin like a thousand tiny knives. The mugwump smiles politely, though the expression does
- not reach her glittering eyes. "You made my Dad cry," she murmurs, gaze igniting with a cold hatred
- as a freezing sensation climbs up your limbs.
- You tell Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk, "** A spike of crackling alarm,
- which is ignited immediately into a red rage so intense that it borders on madness - a flare of
- pain, swiftly suppressed and, bizarrely, threaded through with exultant triumph. **."
- Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow trots in with head high, butting Cheliyi gently with his head.
- Esei tells you, "** A flash of cracked black stone, glinting with lines of curiosity-silver... soft
- silence. **."
- Rhalkyr does not cry out in pain, the array of lacerating tendrils eliciting
- instead a low, snarling sound, more befitting a beast than a human. Flexing his prodigious muscles,
- the stripes that adorn his powerful frame undulate and writhe as the bronze flesh they adorn bulges
- with effort. Cocking his head at an odd angle, he responds in a tone that is incongruously mild.
- "No. Gurashi's tears, self-inflicted."
- Softly, as if she did not hear him, Cheliyi says, "I told you I would do anything for them, yes?
- Anything? Thank you, for letting me prove it."
- Cheliyi curls her fingers in a gentle, sweeping motion, and the responding tendril's touch is
- -anything- but, curling around your throat like a frost-bitten noose. Muginn watches the affair with
- a predatory gleam in his lone eye. "Perhaps," she hums, "this is unkind. Perhaps, it is bitter."
- Offering no resistance, Rhalkyr tilts his chin up even as the winding serpent of
- mist coils about his neck, his eyes gazing down upon Cheliyi with something very much akin to
- amusement.
- Smiling again, her lips stretch taut as her wooden fangs glisten with saliva. The expression almost
- hungry, Cheliyi's gaze trails along the different coils of mist cutting into your skin.
- You think to yourself: The smug, entirely self-satisfied pleasure of a cat watching a mouse leap into its lair as, within the sprawling, untamed jungle of Rhalkyr's mind, an axolotl manifests - One with an oversized maw that drips saliva, hissing and snapping with fury as it dashes madly after the flickering tail of a tiger, which slips deeper into the dark, oppressive heart of the wilderness.
- Warmly, Cheliyi says, "But, I would be a poor gardener if I let my seeds go to waste, yes. If there
- is one thing I learned as an Exemplar of my Tah'vrai, it is to garden well. To plant well.
- Perhaps... I should plant them with you."
- Bizarrely, despite or perhaps even because of the increased pain that is brought to
- bear upon him, Rhalkyr's eyes glitter with greater - ad now unmistakable - amusement. In a voice
- made more ragged than ever, he grinds out, "Bitter. Seeds."
- Esei tells you, "** Soft silence, then a gentle press, cold and glacier-blue. A flash of that pale
- gold concern, slivers of grass briefly passing through the aether. **."
- Cheliyi's grin splits unnaturally wide, reminiscent of the grotesque ravenwoods in the Forest of No
- Mercy. "Indeed. They were not mine, at first. But, peoples have to adapt, yes."
- Tilting her head at an unnatural angle, Cheliyi says, "Perhaps, I should eat you. Make you go to
- sleep, very, very slowly. But... no. You would wake up, and all of my work would go to waste. Mister
- Dad told me not to eat peoples, anymore."
- -
- Muginn, the ghost-feathered crow tilts his head in tandem with Cheliyi, his gaze eerie, piercing.
- Famished.
- The coil of mist tightens around Rhalkyr's neck, almost shredding his skin with the tension, an
- effective chokehold.
- You tell Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk, "** Silence, in turn, but this one
- is alive with activity, as a flurry of soundless motion. There are several, persistent spikes of
- silvery pain, and simmering anger, but a complete lack of fear. The flickering image of a mugwump's
- maw, split wide into a saliva-slicked, predatory grin, and then a flash of agony. **."
- A flurry of blackthorn petals arrives from the south, thorny vines sprouting within the floral cloud
- and twining together to form the body of Esei, riding Dusan, the coruscant.
- Shadows pour out from the south, heralding Dusan.
- Esei, riding Dusan, the coruscant, draws the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree across the inside of
- their wrist, causing a line of blood to well up. They then lifts the blade into the air, as shadows
- spill out of the wet crimson tip, swarming around Esei, riding Dusan, the coruscant, and taking them
- with them as they sink into the ground.
- Trailing stars and smoke, Dusan trails off to the ether.
- The tendons of Rhalkyr's neck stand starkly out, straining against the cruel,
- crushing tendrils of mist as he hisses out a choked breath. A thick, wheezing sound throbs forth
- form the man, a low and pulsating noise, as slow as the cruel, gradual sundering of dry treeflesh.
- Mangled laughter, or as much as one can manage, when unable to breath, and under such duress.
- Cheliyi smiles brightly, seemingly overjoyed by your laughter. "I'm glad you agree, yes."
- Eyes wide and glittering with cold starlight, Cheliyi says, "You know, my dad always says that there
- is a price for love. But, there is a price for knowledge, too."
- You think to yourself: "Pain, of self, is cheap price, compared to price, you pay for this. Blind, little, thing. Snap, the poison meat."
- Soft once more, Cheliyi says, "And this is part of it. Speak to my father again, hurt them again,
- and I will do much more than burn your skin."
- The disturbing, brutally maimed sound of Rhalkyr's mirth fades, and it is a long
- moment before he draws sufficient, rasping, ragged breath to speak. Simply, he says, in an
- unmistakably mocking tone - though the word is contorted such that it is difficult to discern,
- "Soft."
- Cheliyi's grin splits wide once more, creaking with some painful echo in the distant pines. "Mm.
- Perhaps. But, it takes quite a bit of control to contain bloodlust, yes. Perhaps you should learn
- more of Crow. You may be of Glomdoring, but you are no ally of mine. No family of mine. Take care,
- when you swim."
- You think to yourself: The shadows press closer as the axolotly crashes after the striped tail, and where they caress the foreign creature's form, they leave a thin, atramentous coating of black slicking its hide. "How. Very. Wyrden." The voice is slow, dripping with mockery and satisfaction.
- The mugwump turns her back on you, Cheliyi's misted crow watching the human without pause. As she
- exits with a merry hum, the corvid gives one, shrieking caw, and the mists dissipate as if never
- there. All that remains are swaths of frosted skin, and a distinct chill to the air.
- Strings suddenly cut, Rhalkyr collapses to the ground, though he manages to catch
- himself in an ungainly, lopsided manners - only for his limbs to fail as they go out from under him,
- eliciting a grunt of discomfort as he falls, mask resting upon the chilled loam. He remains thus for
- a long moment, marshalling his strength, then climbs unsteadily to his feet. Gingerly, he inspects
- the damage to his form as best he is able, flexing his fingers before him - though the thick digits
- tremble, and the bronze flesh of his form is covered in blackened stripes that are born from
- darkening, frostbitten skin. Despite the obvious damage to his body, and the tense situation that he
- has just endured, his sole reaction is that low, strangled rasp of his laughter, which throbs and
- pulses with commingled mirth and exultation.
- You think to yourself: "Dutiful, daughter. Hands the Glomdoring, a knife, to gouge at, father's heart. Thinks herself, predator."
- Giving Evette a nod of acknowledgement, Esei steps suddenly, quietly, closer to you.
- The sharp sound of a twig snapping echoes behind you.
- Evette tilts her head curiously at Esei.
- Evette curtseys gracefully.
- Gabe curtseys gracefully.
- Stumbling some as he appears, Rhalkyr takes a moment to steady himself, leaning his
- weight against the Master Ravenwood. The entirety of his form is covered in coiling marks of
- darkening flesh, as if gripped by a cruel, icy serpent. Coughing roughly, he rolls his head from
- side to side in slow arcs, eyes twinging closed as he winces in obvious pain. With an amused,
- mangled bark of laughter, he waves a hand at Esei, stating, in a voice somehow even more ruined than
- before, "Am fine."
- A warm tingle runs through your body as Evette touches two fingers to your forehead, shifting a
- brilliant aura to you.
- Esei crosses their arms and raises an eyebrow at you.
- Evette nods her head at herself.
- A cloud of translucent figures trails after Evette as she leaves to the down, the incomprehensible
- whispers finally fading.
- Esei beckons you to them.
- Voice containing an undercurrent of cracking glaciers, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the
- Ascending Dusk says to you, "We will not go far. Just where there will be less foot traffic."
- Rhalkyr tilts his head inquiringly at Esei, but falls into step behind Esei.
- Between the branches of a fallen tree.
- One or two light fluffy clouds drift lazily through the sky. A thick net of branches form a barely
- stable platform to traverse between the northwestern banks of the dell and the fallen tree that
- spans the length of the ditch. Sharp twigs move quickly to swing at anything that passes through,
- scratching and clawing. Few leaves grow here, those that remain having become brown and shrivelled
- long ago. Shadowy mists and blackthorn blossoms obscure a shrine of dark black crystal that stands
- here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air.
- Dusan, a coruscant wyvern, lurks in the shadows here. Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the
- Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms.
- They wield a dark, curved silver athame in their right hand.
- There are no obvious exits.
- Voice containing an undercurrent of cracking glaciers, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the
- Ascending Dusk says, "Better."
- Esei deliberately sits down as well, placing their hands on their knees.
- Rhalkyr collapses into a seated position, long, hugely thick legs stretched limply
- out before him. Flicking a glance at Esei, he utters a questioning grunt.
- You feel the presence of Esei next to you.
- Voice containing an undercurrent of cracking glaciers, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the
- Ascending Dusk asks, "...if you do not mind discussing it, what happened?"
- In a voice of utter calm, albeit significantly more strained and tattered than
- usual, Rhalkyr replies, "Bait, was taken. Seed, sprouting, as guided."
- Esei tilts their face slightly down and away, body flickering with pale jade and gold.
- Quietly, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "I see."
- In dark, lyrical tones, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk asks, "Guided, you
- say?"
- The motion of Esei's tail snatches Rhalkyr's attention as surely as if magnetised,
- though it flits up to assay Esei's altered form briefly, before sliding off once more. Rather than
- elaborate, he simply grunts in affirmation.
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