Post by Echo Ashaelyr on Aug 30, 2011 0:04:08 GMT -5
It was sad, really. The Kameren's house had been so lovely, the yard nicely manicured, the house well-maintained. Everything had been almost perfect. Well, if perfect included the usual dose of craziness that seemed to emanate from that family. But ever since Curse had helped Echo, she'd felt welcome in his home.
Now it was a blast site. The house was battered and broken, the grounds smouldering with spell-fire, the sickly-sweet stench of blood and suffering drenching the air. Even the stars were obscured by smoke and a thick fog was rolling in.
Echo drew her sword and knelt on the ground, ignoring the blood-scent all around her. A hunter had keen senses, and a strong stomach. And she'd need it for what would come next.
"It's time to do my job." She said calmly, resolutely. Only Echo could do this, and while the rest of the Black Watch had decided to go after the silver shard first, she knew that her time was limited. This could be a more direct route.
Pulling off her glove and the silver band on it, she instantly felt the alien presence in her mind waken. Even she was shocked at the progression of the infection; black tendrils laced her forearm and bicep, almost to the shoulder. Reaching for her heart.
Taking a final deep breath, Echo took her sword and sliced her hand open. Black blood dripped from the gash onto the smoldering ground, hissing where it fell onto embers.
Then she cut her other hand and clasped both of them together, black mixing with red. Echo fought against the presence in her mind that waited eagerly. If anyone saw her doing this, she'd be locked up for good. Or killed. But Mosrael had mentioned something, a connection that could lead back to her.
Spreading the black-red blood across her sword blade, Echo stood and held it over her head. "Blood and steel, by the bindings of the runes I call you, take form, take flight. Obey, Arokhaz!"
You know the price to be paid...
"Take it..." Echo whispered, images of her friends flashing into her mind. All her life she'd been alone until coming back to London. They had shown her warmth and caring that Echo had become used to living without.
With a cry she thrust the sword into the earth, and at the same time something swept through her as if a great wind passed through her body and she fell to the ground, open eyes staring at nothing. The pathway was open, and with a glance at her body, Echo turned and stepped into the shadows, bearing a blade of writhing darkness and light.
The hunt had begun.
Now it was a blast site. The house was battered and broken, the grounds smouldering with spell-fire, the sickly-sweet stench of blood and suffering drenching the air. Even the stars were obscured by smoke and a thick fog was rolling in.
Echo drew her sword and knelt on the ground, ignoring the blood-scent all around her. A hunter had keen senses, and a strong stomach. And she'd need it for what would come next.
"It's time to do my job." She said calmly, resolutely. Only Echo could do this, and while the rest of the Black Watch had decided to go after the silver shard first, she knew that her time was limited. This could be a more direct route.
Pulling off her glove and the silver band on it, she instantly felt the alien presence in her mind waken. Even she was shocked at the progression of the infection; black tendrils laced her forearm and bicep, almost to the shoulder. Reaching for her heart.
Taking a final deep breath, Echo took her sword and sliced her hand open. Black blood dripped from the gash onto the smoldering ground, hissing where it fell onto embers.
Then she cut her other hand and clasped both of them together, black mixing with red. Echo fought against the presence in her mind that waited eagerly. If anyone saw her doing this, she'd be locked up for good. Or killed. But Mosrael had mentioned something, a connection that could lead back to her.
Spreading the black-red blood across her sword blade, Echo stood and held it over her head. "Blood and steel, by the bindings of the runes I call you, take form, take flight. Obey, Arokhaz!"
You know the price to be paid...
"Take it..." Echo whispered, images of her friends flashing into her mind. All her life she'd been alone until coming back to London. They had shown her warmth and caring that Echo had become used to living without.
With a cry she thrust the sword into the earth, and at the same time something swept through her as if a great wind passed through her body and she fell to the ground, open eyes staring at nothing. The pathway was open, and with a glance at her body, Echo turned and stepped into the shadows, bearing a blade of writhing darkness and light.
The hunt had begun.