and dread the day when dreaming ends

Psyke D'Angelo · 03-28-2011, 01:21 AM

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Testing out a personality for Psyche, testing out Khalif, and getting a grip on what happened between her arrival in `Souls and the time she left Khalif. Hover any German words that you don't know; I've provided translation.

The scent of charring flesh was ripe in the air. The screams of the victim had died down long before as whatever internal spirit she had harbored was sent away. The burning had been a sacrifice. After the arguments she had encountered, the blue-eyed creature was determined to show the ignorant of her world. Her Gods. A living woman had been eaten by flames all for the purpose of displaying the power of religion. Tak had been shown favor in a charcoal corpse. The practice was not uncommon in the world she lived within. Khalif had sacrificed many to save their people the wrath of their nocturnal Lord. What she had done, what she was proud to look upon, would save her a visit of Death in the night. Billows of dark smoke warped the sky before fading on the air.

Silver Psyke took careful strides toward the pyre, examining the work she had done. What was left was unrecognizable, though she knew the wolf who had given her life for the ritual. Seris At'Lethe. Child of Echo, daughter of Merran At'Lethe. Sister to vile creatures who took pleasure in their attempts to destroy her faith. Where once nothing had lingered, a smile crossed dark lips. She felt vindicated. Nothing will sing for her now; not her Gods nor mine. When I'm finished, only the crows will mourn her loss. All cheer vanished with the final sounds of her internal musing, silver face returning to stone.

Death was not so unfamiliar to the woman who watched the fires lick charred muscles; she had witness sacrifice before, many times over many months that she had resided in the mountains. Her own father had been taken as victim in the place of another. The face was still familiar. A black wolf, bearing the strangest orange eyes. Her mother had swooped in and rescued the creature like some angel of mercy. What he offered that Anzu didn't was beyond the grasp of Psyke. She had paid it little heed in the end. She felt nothing for Anzu. She felt nothing for Misery. In fact, she rarely felt much in the way of anything. It made sacrifice easier. She couldn't empathize with their pain.

Something woke in the back of her head, a little buzz that grew into a chorus of unidentified lyrics; whatever they said, it was a language unknown to the waking mind of the female. Their song offered comfort and a surge of pride, a sense of religious devotion unseen since her departure from Khalif. Somewhere, she had pleased someone. She could feel it in her bones. Whatever she had done, it was right. It had sated a hunger. Cruel laughter filtered out from pale jaws. "Ihr Leiden war verdient." Without the presence of others, in the setting provided, she gave final words in the biting cold voice so rarely released to the world. Silent song increased in decibel. She had pleased...something.

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