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| The Summoning; For Erim. | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 5 2009, 02:22 PM (212 Views) | |
| Andromalius | Mar 5 2009, 02:22 PM Post #1 |
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Soft light crept through the dark corridors of the tower beneath the rocks. Specks or ancient dust glittered in the faint streams before the cracks in the walls and the crumbled windows, hidden on the outside by the thickest brush. Three hundred years was a long time for vines to grow. Many had slithered in, infecting the stone pillars, moving on to lurk behind the empty throne of the main room. Such empty ruins belonged to ghosts. The master of this house was no exception. He drifted through the halls in his dormant form, transparent parts like that of stained glass coming to stand at the threshold. His hair had a life of its own, as if caught in a supernatural wind, keeping it moving. He could not leave like this. His power had to be retained in order to control such an unexplained phenomenon like being able to fall right out of his clothing. For now, he wasted time, for there was nothing else he could do. An incorporeal foot found itself in the middle of a discarded, opened tome. Its pages had been severely mistreated. As he crouched down, he could hardly read the words. Slowly, he attempted to sound them out in order to discover what it read. Before he stopped himself, he had uttered a long lost summon that had somehow found its way into his keep, whether he had possessed it long ago, or his elementals had brought it back with them. "...Erimentha," he read the top of the page and brushed his fingertip against the aboriginal drawing of a creature. |
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| Anemone Richards | Mar 5 2009, 04:44 PM Post #2 |
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Separated from the natural world of the mortals existed the world of spirits, where those of the dead and the never live did dwell. It was set apart from the living world, yet intertwined with it; two beings sharing the exact same space. Within its breath were many realms, each individual to any other, where the spirits found their place. In the darkness of one such realm, a spirit rested alone. It was not a solid space as some would know, but a place of only acknowledged existance. One could not perceive in this realm; devoid of all sense and feeling, with little capacity for thought. This was a land for mere conciousness, and those that felt not the need nor desire to do any more than be. Here the spirit was, and that was all she need do. Deep in slumber, she was existing, awaiting her call. For centuries her spirit lay still, only vaguely aware of itself as the time waned on. Years more passed before a voice broke the silence, coming soft and clear into the spirit's distant mind. The spell spoken, the spirit stirred, awaking from her long-lasted slumber. As she reponded to her call, her state of being evolved, so that she was no longer simply aware of herself but of all of her self. Once more the soul knew the support of limbs, the feel of spine, and the easy sway of tail. As she grew more aware of her body, the dark spirit manifested on the physical plane. Little more than a black mist at first, the vapors gathered together into a solid shape, forming a being whose appearance were as unnatural as her entrance had been. Standing on all fours, with wings spread, tail raised, and head bowed low, stood a feline beast with a woman's face. It was not until the creature had fully materialised that her eyes at last opened, revealing bright orbs in contrast of her dark form. Her slitted pupils turned to gaze at the transparent being before her, rising her head as she observed him. Compared to the last, and indeed those that had come before, this being's state came off as different from the humans to which she was accustomed. But while truth this may have held, it were also truth that the hybrid creature cared little for it. If he had summoned her, then it was to he that she would submit. "To your summon, I have come." Both stately wings folded inward, folding in neatly against her sides. From her place she took not a step, but stood steadily as she tipped her body forward in a four-legged bow. She rose from the bend in one fluid motion, still not moving a single paw. "To they that seeks myself, I am at your command. Here forth, that I, Erimentha of sphinx, serve they that be my master. Your command be mine to follow, and yourself be mine to protect." |
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| Andromalius | Mar 5 2009, 05:33 PM Post #3 |
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He realized what he had done immediately when the blackness began to rise in front of him. What a valuable little piece of script, and there it was on the floor. He might pick it up if his hands wouldn't fall straight through, so it remained there, lonely and untouched. The mage himself folded his arms across his chest, waiting impatiently to see the details of his new pet. When she was revealed at last, he wore a pleased smirk. A sphinx. How obscurely beautiful. Andromalius appeared to feel no shame at the state of his unclothed body in the presance of a potential slave. His shifted his weight proudly onto the opposite foot, and unfurled an arm and finger, aiming the taloned tip at the abandoned tome on the floor. "Erimentha, hm? First, come pick up this book and place it there on the shelf. When you have finished, follow me." He didn't wait for her before he turned and started away, his hair drifting behind him in the ether waves that constructed his body. He scratched his chin with the tip of a black nail, brows furrowing in thought. What a lucky find. With her, he would be able to gather the necessary information he needed to escape from this prison and resume his title of Grand Master. When he was finished, he could simply dismiss her. No messy clean up sessions. Finally, he reached the core of the tower. A large room rested before him, the room he had been cursed to stare at for three centuries. It was empty now, where once a large pillar of crystal stood, encasing him entirely. It had held up over the years far better than the rest of this place. He took to the center of it. As he reached down, his hand became opaque once more, and he scooped up the garments he had lost when his body had chosen to dissipation on him. One arm after the other was slid inside, and finally he tied a sash of black silk around his waist. |
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| Anemone Richards | Mar 5 2009, 06:13 PM Post #4 |
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Given her first task, the summoned beast promptly responded as her new master departed. Four paws at last did move to carry her to the object of her focus, pausing once more to stand before the familiar item as she made way to lift it. For one without thumbs, it was not so simple a task, but for one whom had dealt with such an action before, the hindrance was barely notable. With a paw she brushed up the tome's cover, closing it shut onto itself in a puff of dust. Turning from it, she repositioned herself for use of her second head, which turned on the book with a gaping mouth that clamped firmly down upon the worn leather binding. Erimentha's stance broadened, bracing itself as the winding tail made to raise the thick old tome. Hood outstretched, the serpent's length stiffened as it pulled up from the floor and wielded the item midair, dangling for just a moment before the sphinx quickly waved it onto the intended shelf. Its landing was heavy, resulting in an unpleasant thud upon the agitated wood. But the fall was no better for the creature's second skull, as it lay pressed beneath the weight of the tome. Still clasped between her serpentine jaws, Erimentha set the book upon its end and withdrew from it her tail. Her task complete, she turned to the direction the banshee had head. As her orders had instructed, her limbs shifted to trace after him. When she found herself once more in his pause, she herself stopped, and sat prim in his wake, awaiting the next request. "It is done, Master." She sat still, but for an eyeblink, gazing after her new lord. Yet, as indifferent a creature as the sphinx were, she was not immune to the effects of curiousity. Doomed true to her place as one of feline build, she spoke once more, unprovoked. "If it should be excused, it is request, my lord, that a name be known for this master. Not that I am in requirement of such, as to Master I am inclined." |
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| Andromalius | Mar 5 2009, 08:19 PM Post #5 |
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"Oh? Do you get to have requests?" he glanced up at the creature after finishing the knot in the sash, giving the fabric a quick touch for pleasure's sake. The last thing to become a solid once again, of course, was the long winding tresses of snow, falling messily around his shoulders, loose, and freely flowing, which was something you would seldom see. His skin was now tangible, yet his feet resisted sound across the old marble floor. He came to a stop before her paws, and lowered himself to sit there, a leg propped up where an elbow draped over the knee. His right hand rose, hovering in the air. With the flick of a few fingers, he gestured her closer. "Let's have a better look at you, hmm?" the outstretched hand remained to intercept her when she arrived. "My name starts with an 'A'," he grinned, tilting his head a bit to the side. "Guess. What kind of name do I look like?" He was being uncharacteristically sweet to the sphinx, probably to lure it into a false sense of security. True, it was a summon, but many summons were lethal and would so much cleave your head off of your shoulders as to give you a second glance. For many summons, you had to possess the power to control them, and he knew very well he lacked the adequate amount lest she be such a weakling. "...And," he added, "...Tell me you think I'm pretty." His eyes were soft, yet his grin was ripe with a nameless evil. |
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| Anemone Richards | Mar 5 2009, 09:45 PM Post #6 |
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"Requests are permitted only by Master's wishes, thus one's right to request also lies as Master's decision." She gave to him what was, for her, a simple response. All the while she did not move, watching him steadily with barely a blink or a flick of her tail. At his gesture, she arose, and strode forth obediantly. With each step taken her tail would sway, waving itself like a great thick, deadly ribbon. She paused within range of the extended hand, standing with the same stillness that she seemed prone to when awaiting command. His apparent reply to her request drew from her an incomprehensive blink, and a slight tilt of her human head. Her wings shuffled against her sides, resettling theirselves upon her back. The sphinx's own reply was uncertain, as though he had asked her some difficult feat. "A name of likeness, sir? If you may forgive, I know of names little and have not thought to answer a name of Master's like. To myself, Master has but one name, and that one be itself Master." It was a question that asked for opinion, and of opinion the creature was particularly void. When asked for thought, she oft struggled, as she had little to provide. In this particular case, it was especially trying, as he asked of her a creative opinion, and in creativity did the sphinx greatly lack. His second command was of similar concern, but less potent by its forward nature. As an order, it was far easier to comply with. After all, she, in a sense, lived only to comply. "I admit to have not the mind to form opinion of Master, but if it is as Master commands it, then I think Master is pretty." |
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| Andromalius | Mar 5 2009, 11:32 PM Post #7 |
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As she came to meet him, the hand turned, the back of which gently stroked her face, fingertips trailing down her fur-covered neck where he moved on, over her shoulders, and traced her muscles with the sharpened talons, a rhythmic petting. He leaned forward, almost touching noses, dark eyes running across the features of her face. "It is your master's command that you learn to tell me that I am pretty like you mean it. Take your time with me to learn how. Watch what I do, and you'll learn to lie effectively... When you do, I want you to say it to me once a day, every day, before I fall asleep. I want it to be the last thing I hear before losing consciousness." His voice was nearly monotone, quiet... distant. The mage continued to touch her fur. His blank expression hadn't changed. "My name is Andromalius. You may want to stick with 'Master' lest you call me the one thing that may drive me to kill you, and we wouldn't want that. I wouldn't want that." A pause. He seemed comfortable in the brief moments of silence that slipped by. "Just look at you... You really are a beautiful and amazing creature. So bizarre. Can you feel this? My hand? Does it feel nice? Or does that require an opinion as well? Maybe you could say... 'The touch is soothing, Master.' ...It really doesn't require opinion. It either feels nice or it doesn't." He moved around, scooting against the ground in a very unregal fashion. He openly showed her another side of himself because she couldn't do anything about it. She wouldn't grow attached to him. She wouldn't tell anyone. He may as well be speaking to himself. "Oh... what use are you if you can't have an opinion. No fun to tease... Would it be possible for me to command you to have an opinion? Or is that some sort of magic that has yet to be discovered?" |
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| Anemone Richards | Mar 6 2009, 05:01 AM Post #8 |
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She was still beneath the hand, like an unfeeling stone statue that knew not the sensation of touch. But she was not beyond reacting to it, as her snake head drifted from side to side in a faint wag. His command was accepted with a nod, her eyes closing briefly as her head dipped. "I shall try, Master." Her head rose again, and resumed its steady stillness until movement were again required of her. His name was accepted with no more than a nod, thus putting to wonder why she had even asked for it. A name truly had little use to the creature, whom knew her masters with only one name. Yet the curiousity spoke for itself; she was not completely devoid of thought, merely lacking in it. Erimentha proved again her minimal capacity for thought in her response to his questions. It was not the easiest to describe the touch, when she herself knew not pleasure, but she made due with what she could define. "It is felt, Master. For it, I have not means to appreciate, but this body finds in it favor. A sensation befalls which gives cause for the muscles to loosen, and within my throat I feel vibration rise. It is perhaps as Master says; soothing." As she described it her body did indeed seem to relax, and a steady purring began to emit itself with each gentle breath. She clearly enjoyed the touch physically, but could not seem to accept it mentally. Her understanding fell too far short to acknowledge personal feelings. All thoughts involving herself were ones at which she most struggled. "It is uncertain, Master, whether myself can form opinion upon command. I could try, but I cannot guarantee my success. Would not my purpose be greater served as servant to yourself? It is to which I am most inclined." |
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| Andromalius | Mar 6 2009, 08:22 PM Post #9 |
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"Hmm..." his head turned back to it full and upright position. "You will serve me well either way, though sometimes I can become quite lonely, and I would very much like someone to simply talk to. You won't do for that, I imagine, unless we only talk about facts, and that's not usually what I am interested in. Do attempt to acquire an opinion. If you don't, so be it, I cannot change that, but I would at least like to see you try." He deserved nothing more, he thought, but a hollow and empty minion. His mind traced back to the time spent with Ignius. His 'master'. He had never harbored any feelings for his superior, only the desire to conquer and obliterate him, but for a split second, he did wonder what was running through the man's mind when he found Andromalius in the library that day... His hand found its way back to her face, running a soft thumb over the flesh of her cheek, just beneath one of the enchanting yellow-green eyes. He hadn't touched another living creature in quite a very long without the intent of violence or deceit. It seemed he was making up for lost time. "Well then... Let's begin with your duty. Three-hundred years ago, I was a Grand Master of dark magic. I claimed the mountains we are currently beneath, as well as most of Morrim. My influence spread over great distances. The world was almost mine. A white mage came to me then and defeated me by sealing me here in this room inside of a pillar of crystal. I have just recently been awakened. I am weak, my powers dormant. Due to my less-than-friendly personality, it is difficult for me to leave this place lest I wind up in some sort of ugly predicament such as a sword in my stomach. Your duty of protecting me may become difficult at times. I make many enemies. However, besides the obvious job of yours, I will also need you to help me regain my powers, as well as aid me in collecting information about the world as it is now. The first bit of knowledge I need is that of the land. I need to know what countries are present today, as well as their rulers and information concerning these people such as their personalities, what they are likely to do and not do, their moral stances, and the things they find to be the most important..." He took a deep sigh, pulling his hand away and shifting in order to rise to stand. The mage drew up his robe where the neck of it had fallen a bit due to a sash tied too loosely. "I will pick up where I left off," he said. "Then I will conquer them all, infect the world, and turn it into my playground..." Andromalius stepped around the sphinx, motioning for her to follow, "As for the moment, I have no real use for you. Why don't you tell me what all you can do? Magic, for instance. You must possess some. Also, do your wings work? Can they support you in flight? Or are they only decorative? How fast are you? How strong are you? How much of a beating can you take before passing out?" |
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| Anemone Richards | Mar 6 2009, 09:55 PM Post #10 |
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Erimentha was a silent and intent listener, both of her slitted pupils fixated upon the one she had been called to serve. As he shared with her his story, and the tasks that lay at hand, the sphinx processed the information readily. It was certain that his intentions were neither noble nor moral, but for this she cared not. There was no good or evil in her world; only a master whose word was law. If he had intent to destroy the planet as it were known, or even the realm to which she was otherwise bound, then she would still unquestioningly follow his command. No attachments meant no hesitations. His beckoning to follow once more in his wake lead the still beast into motion, her limbs shifting to lurk in his trail. The last part of her to leave any space she travelled through was the serpent head, which flicked its tongue passively at the stone floor over which it passed. As Andromalius spoke of her wings, they gave a concious flutter, fluffing outward a moment in recognition before settling back into place against her back. "It is within this body's capacity to sustain myself airborne. My wing span is suited and my muscles adequate to achieve instantaneous flight. As for my strength, it is equal to be that of leonine worth. I know myself only to leopard speed, upon which body I am built. The limitations embed of this form are minimal under a mammalian standard. Ignoring ill-savored sensation, such known as pain, it is possible to withstand a great deal of batterment, but not without consequence of disrepair and lessened range of capability." The sphinx rang off her answers with an air of fact, making no exaggeration nor humble humility of her body's abilities. Upon concluding her body's physical limitations, Erimentha paused, returning to address his first question. "Of magic, I am capable of, however lacking. My knowledge covers but one basic ability, taught by a former master, to achieve a form to which I am less familiar. For which, I have achieved for myself but one, and that is that of human likeness." All answers given, the abnormality fell again to silence as her paws continued to fall obediently within her master's shadow. |
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| Andromalius | Mar 15 2009, 01:10 PM Post #11 |
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His claws raked the stone walls of the hall, digging from it a sound similar to nails on a chalk board, rudely interrupting her explanations. He caught about as much of it as he cared to. He stepped into his main library, not the tiny poor excuse of a bookshelf he had found her within. Her appearance remained curious, drawing his attention every so-often to simply stare at her features. What manner of god could have created such a mad design for a creature? Spare parts is what she seemed to be, given no personality and a life of servitude. They simply must not have known what to do with her, poor thing. He pitied her. "Oh, so you have the ability to appear human. Show me." He turned in the threshold of the cavernous room, gesturing to her that she possessed his eyes. The area beyond was laid out into pitch darkness with only the outlines and a faint glow tracing a single side of both occupants. ((Sorry it's short. I couldn't think of anything else. =\ )) |
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| Anemone Richards | Mar 15 2009, 06:56 PM Post #12 |
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((I've kinda figured Erim might cause that. XP)) In spite of her usually unresponsive nature, the sphinx could not help but cringe at the painful screech her master had evoked from the nearby wall. Indifference little mattered to a creature that still had ears and acute hearing. No matter her lack of opinion, so sharp a sound would remain ever painful; there was no denying it. Yet true to her nature, she recovered quickly, and returned her attention fully to the one before her. His request was of no surprise, especially to one whom did not process such an emotion. Since she had been taught the trick, each master she had known had asked to see it. The cause for its demand was, to her, unknown, as was its practical use and purpose. How could she possibly serve well in a human form, when she was far more powerful in her natural body? That question had many times returned the same if not similar answers, none of which that she could comprehend. She accepted it all the same; she could do no different. "As Master commands." Erimentha sat back in the place she stood, all four paws brought together as seated herself as prim as any elegant feline. Her serpentine tail wound itself around her paws, its thin tongue flicking out at the air. She had barely sat there a minute before her body began to warp itself, becoming more unnatural than its already bizarre shape as it morphed into a more commonly recognised form. Her feline shoulders broadened outward, her chest tucking inward to accomodate for the extended space. Further down her hindquarters made a similar motion, curving outward to form feminine hips and waist. All four legs stretched and shortened appropriately to form their respective human counterparts, baring her shorter arms and longer legs. The feline paws slimmed and lengthed into human hands and feet. Upon her back, her wings withdrew into her back, leaving no trace of their existance. As her body rose to stand on her two newfound legs, her black fur began to recede, revealing for a moment the silhouette of her bare nude form before a lightweight cloth wound itself around her, forming an obscuring white gown that fell loosely about her. For her head came little change, as the fur on her cheeks diminished and her ears took on a rounded, furless appearance. The tips of her brown hair grew into black-dipped strands, reaching on past her shoulders and near to her back. Meanwhile her tail, draped over her arms, slid itself from the base of her spine and dettached into a separate entity, wound securely about the body from which it had been born. All the while, her eyes remained the same yellow-green they had always been, and still fixed on her master. "It is done, Master." ((Whoot lengthy change sequence.)) |
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| Andromalius | Mar 24 2009, 03:38 PM Post #13 |
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"So it is!" He had watched her change not but a few feet away. This form of her's would be extremely useful. After all, a real sphinx walking down the street would be noticable, but just another plain-looking girl would be a ghost. "And look at you! So cute!" both of his hands reached her face, squeezing her cheeks, wiggling her head around in his clutches. The grip fell. He stepped away. He really held nothing but indifference towards her human appearance. He would rather have her original form walking beside him in public, and the day would come, but it was still only a far-off dream. "You will use this form when you are with me in the public's eye. The game we play right now is deception. No one must know who I am, lest I deem them worthy, and no one must know you, lest they try to steal you away..." He turned, making his way further into the pitch room. "...You will find I can be a viciously jealous master... Now come. I will teach you more." |
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| Anemone Richards | Mar 24 2009, 04:35 PM Post #14 |
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Both yellow-green eyes blinked at the hands that reached her face, but she made no move beyond permitting the manipulation of her head. And then the hands fell away, leaving her still motionless and untouched where she stood, the serpent winding its way up onto her shoulders. The sphinx, as per her nature, did not move and did not stir, only stood stalk as her master moved away. But her mind was not without a faint glimmer of activity; within her had lit a spark, however dim, with a minute dance of pride at his short word of praise. Somewhere, deep and deeper beneath the surface of her self, smothered with the mass of her empty self-awareness, which thrived by unemotion and was carved finely with indifference, lived a tiny little sense of a being long forgotten- the remnants of the beast that had been Erimentha in her life. That insignificant creature perked alive for a brief instant, curious for the voice that named her body for its appearance. But soon it was upon dying, returning to its dormant sleep. Erimentha as she was returned to her unreactive submission as she dipped her head in an acknowledging nod. Still she could not understand the reason for the form she had adopted, but if it was as her master requested then it was as she would be. For the realm of deception, she had little idea of it- it was a concious act for which one needed conciousness, and the sphinx did so lack in such self-involving concerns. But Master proclaimed its importance, and so it was then important to the sphinx. In public she would be a woman, and draw herself little glance, while not naming her master for the rare curious ear. Deeper, again, a life perked, still so curious. His interest in her was, although unrealised, a source of scarce flattery. The phantom remnant of herself indulged in praises and commendments, for in life they had been few, and she had so deeply hung on them for justification to her purpose. A servant in life, so was she in death, but kind words still had with her their way. Obediently forth she strode, loyal in her master's shadow. The black serpent hung about her shoulders with its coils about her waist, having climbed upon itself, as it was part of her own body, to relieve herself from the burden that had been loaded upon her arms. Freed from the weight, her upper limbs held clasped before her waist as she trailed after the one she served. No more than her typical given answer dared to flee onward past her lips: "Yes, Master." But, so briefly, she paused in her place, held tilted to the side. Why so eagerly did curiousity itself surface? Lips pursed slightly into a frown, the sphinx asked of him as she seldom dare ask. "Teach, Master? What be it that I am to learn?" She probably should have waited, as they were already headed for that answer as it was. Catching this, and thus herself, the sphinx straightened again and resumed her gait. "Apologies, Master, please do permit. Might onward forth we head? I am your own to instruct, as always be. Your command is my own." |
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| Andromalius | Mar 24 2009, 05:03 PM Post #15 |
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As he faded further and further into the darkness, his voice grew faint. He heard a question from the entrance. A question? Intriguing. But he was more pleased to hear it than anything else. Questions tend to make the process of learning faster. "You're free to ask questions. In fact, I encourage it. Questions lead to answers. Answers make you smarter. I need you to be sharp, as you have stumbled into a tricky predicament which requires wit!" He felt along the far wall until his hand touched the thick fabric of a large curtain. With a proper yank, it came falling down, releasing a torrent of light into the area. Andromalius shut his eyes tight and stumbled back a slight bit, unprepared for just how light it really was outside. This hole used to be a beautiful stained glass window, but the glass was now broken and gone, and a mess of vines were invading the frame, and the paw prints of mischivious mountain critters came to and from. The light revealed that the walls were entirely covered with shelves, filled from top to bottom with thousands of books. The ceilng was high, and etched into its stone were solid and fanciful designs. When Andromalius regained his sight, he turned back to the girl across the way and revealed, "I mean to teach you magic. Once I regain my power, you will not be able to protect me unless you know more. Once I regain my power, I don't want to be able to accidentally kill you, which has happened many times to my previous servants. You, my dear, are the special constant in my campaign. Now come. What would you like to learn? Offence? Defence? Enchantments perhaps?" |
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| Anemone Richards | Mar 25 2009, 02:27 PM Post #16 |
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Erimentha's uptight air seemed to relax just ever so slight at the confirmation for permitted inquiry. That she could let slip her questions of curiousity without consequence was, in some faintly felt manner, a relief for the transformed sphinx. Given his encouragement, she was even a bit more inclined to asking- if it would please her master, then she was much obliged to comply. Her life had no purpose, after all, without a master to command her. As it was, without a master, she hadn't life at all. It was her duty to obey him, as it was only by his summon that she had any awareness at all. The rush of sudden light had her, for a moment, blinking and, just as soon, squinting, before her irises adjusted into narrow slits, accomodating for the change. In its new clarity, her eyes wandered to scan around the room they had entered into, absorbing it in its brightened entirety. But her focus did not stray far from her master, as he summoned her attention back quickly, and both her eyes fixated souly upon himself once more. Now he had tempted her with a difficult question- in the realm of magic, Erimentha knew only one art and it was the one that she had already and yet still presented. Even that one skill had more or less been commanded upon her, for she asked for nothing of the ones she followed. Given that this was a question of personally preference, it was particularly difficult to answer. In response, her expression fell, with a puzzled frown painting across her lips. "It is not within my knowledge, Master, for what that I may desire of magic craft. I have not desire, after all, but that which is Master's own. If Master should command it of myself, I would learn anything that Master wishes be of knowledge." Dipping her head forward, she made physical apology for her inability with an indistinct bow, back bending only so slightly forward. Her second body, however, fully lowered its head until it reached level with the main one's waist. As she restraightened herself, the serpent body arose once more to lay its head across her shoulders, beady black eyes peering out from beneath her lengthened two-tone hair. "But Master..." She started softly, the same emotionless expression as before returning to her face, "My death is inconsequential. Should my life be sudden nullified, it is only needed that you resummon myself, for I have not true life upon this plane." |
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| Andromalius | Mar 28 2009, 03:45 PM Post #17 |
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"Regardless," he continued, stretching out a long, bony hand to beckon her forward with his taloned index finger. "It would be useless to have a protector that could hardly protect me, no?" He turned his attention to the many colossal shelves, one in particular holding a vast number of books bound in black, gray, and red, with a few brown exceptions. "We will begin simply. I have never tried my hand at teaching another magic before, so let's stick with what I know here in the beginning. Later on, we'll give you some elemental spells and you can be some lunatic mix-up-mash-up of magic, just like the illegitimate creature of the stars you are." He placed his finger within the pages of a thick tome and pulled it out, then continued along the shelf to find another. Whenever a cover was touched, a cloud of dust would rise into the intense beam of light coming from the sunny outdoors. "When I don't need you for anything else, I want you to be in here studying. Oh! Also, I want a verbal report of what you have learned every day by the end of it." Book upon book, when he had finished, there was quite a stack prepared for her reading leisure. Andromalius withdrew a piece of cloth from his robe and began to tie his hair up high, combing his fingers through to ensure perfection. It was a second nature action and was finished within seconds. "I suppose you should begin, considering I have no other task for you. But first, come stand before me." He didn't know quite what he was doing with her. It was a bizarre situation. He had had plenty of minions in his time, but no personal bodyguards. He had never had a need for one. Now here she was, looking like an empty-headed idiot on the other side of the room, blankly staring after her next given mission. Such a pathetic creature, he felt he needed to keep her around, if anything just to make himself feel better that he was nothing like this sorry creature. |
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| Anemone Richards | Mar 29 2009, 03:39 PM Post #18 |
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The curious creature, in more than one sense, stared after her master with twice an inquiring blink. Magic now, was it? Such was a thing at which she'd never been very adept- no past master had felt it much need, for their tasks had been petty and their enemies pitiful. Little stood in way of the demented hybrid reject, for mens' hearts were often weak and their courage washed quickly asunder when faced by so wicked a creation as the patchwork body of a sphinx. For those that had had greater tasks in mind, she was little more than back-up to them, for they were well enough versed in their own magic, if not prior inclined to strategizing their own battles. But here she held herself a wiser master, with even grander tasks ahead of him. Her abilities, in comparison, simply could not measure up. Her eyes beset the stack of books with a blank stare, neither fear nor confidence glittered upon her face. Undaunted, she headed toward it, before turning obediantly at her master's beckon. Dipping her head into another submissive nod, she stopped before him, hair slipping forth before her eyes without a hand to return it. Still as was her nature, unmoving, she held her place as he commanded, and awaited his next word. Yet, with the slightest show of will, her yellow-green eyes wandered to the stack of books. "Master... is there anything in particular that myself should certain learn? It is in interest of Master that I learn magic, as understood, but I wish not to displease Master with unnecessary knowledge. It would be better managed, if I might suggest, to know what arts in specific for which I am to look." She lifted her gaze again to peer up at him, head still tilted downward in respect. Ever so softly, she again began to speak, a faint frown traced across her lips. "Also, if Master may excuse, I wonder if this form is still of necessity to Master at this time?" |
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| Andromalius | Mar 29 2009, 04:48 PM Post #19 |
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Andromalius gave a glance to the books when she did, a lop-sided smirk painting his face. It was a horrible amount of information and rather unfair to expect her to read it all as quickly as he did, but there was no time to spare. She knew virtually nothing about magic. How could one learn the art if they didn't know the basics? When she came before him to stand, he talons brushed her cheek, brushing her hair back behind an ear. His hand lingered on her head, his eyes retaining their previous attention to the astral anomaly. Dark pools amidst the gloom of the shady library seemed the sink into the background, his eyes being a pair of holes through his skull to blend with the wall behind him, hollow and deep. They may remind her of her place of slumber, they were so vastly empty. "These books are the basics of magic, and more aptly, dark magic. Everything in these tomes is useful knowledge. Read all in the selection I have prepared for you. Begin at the bottom of the stack and work up. By the time you are finished, your head will be so filled that you will most likely be able to pick up simple spells with ease. Time is not on our side, which is why I'm making you do it this way. I need you fit and ready by the time I begin following my plans. Our enemies will be strong." A slow blink revealed a calm and relaxed demeanor. There were thoughts stirring behind those eyes. It was evident. The hand on the side of her head slid to the back instead, twisting into her messed locks. Pressure pushed her head to move forward, where he stooped to her height and gently placed a sweet kiss on her now exposed forehead. His skin was cold and dry. After he released her, the mage stepped around and tossed his hand into the air in a manner of apathy. "I don't care if you change forms. As long as you can turn pages, Dear. Get to reading. I'll be back to check on you in a few hours to see how far along you've gotten." |
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| Anemone Richards | Apr 2 2009, 05:06 PM Post #20 |
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Erimentha, in the naive little habit that had become of her withholding innocence, blinked thrice in a fit of confusion as force was placed to the back of her head. Guided forward, she leaned further forth submissively until the pressure subsided. She did not know just what to expect, but found herself not only blinking, but blushing, in surprise at what action her master did take. Fueled with an emotion she could not begin to understand, her hollowed heart skipped a beat, as her remnant of a soul wriggled beneath its cold outer shell in a strained dance of happiness. Although it had been cold and, altogether, lifeless, the kiss had brought to Erim a small sense of delight. She knew no greater purpose than to serve her master, so to be worthy of something so simple as a kind word was a blessing in itself. But for her to earn a greater token, a simple kiss, came with an even greater affect. Her only meaning in existance was only to serve, and with that came her only intention, which were to please. If her master was satisfied with her, then she could be no happier, if she had even an inkling as to what the emotion was. As fleeting as the instant was, it seemed to last forever, until the firm hand parted from the back of her skull, and, along with it, the kiss. Her slitted pupils trailed after her master as he, too, left her. Recollecting herself, her body rose to straighten, and she maneuvered it to the prepared stack. "As you wish it, Master." His permission still in mind, the temporary human utilised last the gift of opposable thumbs to reorder the pile with the bottom at its top, and the visa versed, as he instructed her to work up from its lowermost item- not the easiest to retrieve beneath the weight of the volumes on its face. With her assignment organized to her convenience, (which, in turn, meant sooner completion, or else otherwise she'd have not bothered) the woman returned to her natural form. Upon four legs she circled the towering stack, before dragging the top one down before herself with a paw. Batting open the cover, her eyes went fast to work upon interpreting the text contained within. As soon as a page were finished, she proved herself able of turning the page, as her serpent tail, reattached at her base, made its maneuver in flicking along the pages. Ever obediant to her master, Erimentha did her best to study the art she did not yet understand. |
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