12-28-2009, 11:13 AM
~Round 2 has begun.
The early music of the strings was beautiful and yet so discordant that the Night Prince winced as it assaulted his ears. The Weaver appeared unbothered by this, and it took him some time before he too heard the subtle melody behind the squeals and scrapings of each mortal strand. Once he keyed in on that tune, he could not draw his attention away from it. This was what he'd come for, this experience, and the chance to best the Weaver through her own creation. At the wonder of her skill, he marveled, and faltered in his belief that he could spite her in this way...she was far too adept at her art, it seemed folly to believe he could in any way manipulate this thing to work against her. He read the notes and realized that she had not pitted all of her souls directly against all of his.
"I see the demon savages the princess, and my soldier of god slays my rogue. Why have you woven it so?" His irritation was evident only in the slightest tones, he had wanted his four to match squarely with her own and conquer, but he saw now that she had muddled his design...perhaps with intent, perhaps because he had foolishly expected her design to walk into his own. Regardless of how it had come to pass, he was not pleased.
"I created this tapestry, and don't intend to sacrifice my desired flavors of turmoil for your additions. The princess was brought to suffer, your rogue knew your soldier, or did you not see this? His pain was greater thus. Your giant has defeated my traveler, however, and my hunter your southern king." His attention had been partially diverted in their discourse, but now that he listened to her song and looked down into the dream between the lifeline cage, he knew her words were true. His anger flared. The king was meant to slay the hunter. He was pleased with his giant, but things were not going as planned.
"Already your king begins to fade from the dream. You have brought me inferior material, Prince!" It was now her own turn to feel anger. The mortal Leroy was fading back into consciousness. He had died at the hands of the child, her hunter, and now he slipped through her net. His lifeline fell from the tapestry like a snapped spider web, drifting slowly down to earth, slowly back into his resting form far from here. She bared her teeth at the Night Prince, whose lunar eyes flashed spitefully back as his serpent smile answered her hate.
"And now my soldier meets my giant, and your hunter meets your demon. Little contest has this been, but I will stay and watch it to the end. Weave my bloodless line into your orchestra and see how I sing alongside them. I will test my fangs against your traveler, and drink his youth through my black fangs. Weave and witness as I save your creation." As her creation began to collapse, the Weaver quickly took his offered soul-thread and repaired the damage. In her fervor to save the experience, to continue basking in the red light and heat of their combat, she had missed one detail altogether. She snarled, and looked down into the tapestry...this is what the Prince had wanted all along.
The early music of the strings was beautiful and yet so discordant that the Night Prince winced as it assaulted his ears. The Weaver appeared unbothered by this, and it took him some time before he too heard the subtle melody behind the squeals and scrapings of each mortal strand. Once he keyed in on that tune, he could not draw his attention away from it. This was what he'd come for, this experience, and the chance to best the Weaver through her own creation. At the wonder of her skill, he marveled, and faltered in his belief that he could spite her in this way...she was far too adept at her art, it seemed folly to believe he could in any way manipulate this thing to work against her. He read the notes and realized that she had not pitted all of her souls directly against all of his.
"I see the demon savages the princess, and my soldier of god slays my rogue. Why have you woven it so?" His irritation was evident only in the slightest tones, he had wanted his four to match squarely with her own and conquer, but he saw now that she had muddled his design...perhaps with intent, perhaps because he had foolishly expected her design to walk into his own. Regardless of how it had come to pass, he was not pleased.
"I created this tapestry, and don't intend to sacrifice my desired flavors of turmoil for your additions. The princess was brought to suffer, your rogue knew your soldier, or did you not see this? His pain was greater thus. Your giant has defeated my traveler, however, and my hunter your southern king." His attention had been partially diverted in their discourse, but now that he listened to her song and looked down into the dream between the lifeline cage, he knew her words were true. His anger flared. The king was meant to slay the hunter. He was pleased with his giant, but things were not going as planned.
"Already your king begins to fade from the dream. You have brought me inferior material, Prince!" It was now her own turn to feel anger. The mortal Leroy was fading back into consciousness. He had died at the hands of the child, her hunter, and now he slipped through her net. His lifeline fell from the tapestry like a snapped spider web, drifting slowly down to earth, slowly back into his resting form far from here. She bared her teeth at the Night Prince, whose lunar eyes flashed spitefully back as his serpent smile answered her hate.
"And now my soldier meets my giant, and your hunter meets your demon. Little contest has this been, but I will stay and watch it to the end. Weave my bloodless line into your orchestra and see how I sing alongside them. I will test my fangs against your traveler, and drink his youth through my black fangs. Weave and witness as I save your creation." As her creation began to collapse, the Weaver quickly took his offered soul-thread and repaired the damage. In her fervor to save the experience, to continue basking in the red light and heat of their combat, she had missed one detail altogether. She snarled, and looked down into the tapestry...this is what the Prince had wanted all along.