Moderated -‡-Arachnial Revenge -‡- II

Another scene, another repeat of some other episode in another book or movie. My turn to act it out.

The "City of Slaves", sitting amidst the jungle terrain of the Crescent Peninsula, is a hotbed of simmering hatreds between the oppressed humans and their arrogant, winged avriel overlords. With each free citizen or visitor a potential slaver or sympathizer, and with the veiled presence of the cruel Cult of Valtharn, how long before rebellion erupts?

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-‡-Arachnial Revenge -‡- II

Sun Jan 26, 2020 6:21 am



12th Trial of Zi'da

-‡- The feel of someone shaking him awake caused him to stir back into a state of consciousness. The feel of firm, dire fingers grasping upon the leather of his pauldrons could be felt through the harnessing's upon his chest and shoulders that kept them in place. Just as suddenly as he realized he was not in a dream, and his senses were his to become aware of again, his vision soared through a path of fuzzy visions till a clear one formed before widely spaced eyes. Eyes of those inlaid depths of amber like the sap that oozed from within a tree stared alertly outwards. Then the appearance of his teacher was above him, the aged avriel features immediately recognized and eased away the stress wrinkling his otherwise fair brows as Coroth finally began to react to his urgent awakenings.

When he came to, he became aware that other avriel were nearby, warriors of the Overguard were nearby, spears being leaned upon and made of a craftsmanship surpassing many of those sold in the markets to common humans and travelers in Athart. Azrael sighed as he came about, pain finally tearing through Coroths features and causing his eyes to cringe as the sting of dried blood within his flesh told him that he'd been wounded and that it had already sealed over to where the spider had bitten him.

"It's about time you returned…here..have some more of this…," Azrael uttered through barely passing tiers that still left a depthed tone to irk into the silence of the room. The scent of dead arachnids still weighed upon the air they breathed, for they were dead, and yet to be removed. A vial was brought to Coroths attention, it was perhaps one of the many elixirs that were available on the markets in Athart, or perhaps it was one of his teachers personal secret stock that was being used to bring him back into focus, and back to life.

"Thanks..," then, as the small vial was swished into his mouth and consumed through the sensories within, his heart was felt circulating the substance in a matter of moments as it was doused into his system. Causing his eyes to cringe again to endure the rush it sent through him from within. When they'd reopen, a more dismal, fatigued look was coming through him, or perhaps one of drunkeness from the intoxications that the vial secreted. His eyes though, led his attentions around the room as he pushed himself off of the cool stone of the floor. Stumbling as he tried twisting about. The leathers along his limbs sounding as they were creased and he was pulled back upwards onto his feet with the aiding arm of his teacher to join him.

A hand was pulled to his head as a manic throbbing took away his ability to do more than revive himself for a few moments further. When it went away, his eyes lifted to set across the room, where a short trail of dead arachnids were illuminated by the light of torches that had been lit by the guards nearby. Yet, further within he began to walk forwards, for where there was a pile of furs, was still an entombed body within silken webbings. The body was still, unmoving, and much of it was covered in the webbing, as if it was to be cocooned, and taken elsewhere. Yet, it had not been completed, and as he drew closer, the torches seemed to intensify, and allowed him to look upon her with more light. For lola was still there as well.

It took him another step or two before he hurriedly stumbled upon legs that he was still regaining consciousness upon. Then, as he made it to her side with a pull and crawl of a desperate movement, his hands fell upon her silk enwrapped arms. Hoisting her upwards and into his arms till he could cradle her to him, and whisper with unspeaking words of his sadness because she was now dead, and he had been too late to save her. Yet her last words were within his mind as if they were spoken again.

"..I love..you…," It was as if he heard them in his mind again. But too vividly to be part of his mere memory. Then, he felt her cheek turn to press the coolness of her skin against his own, and a feint breath touched against his ear as she breathed, ever so lightly against him. Alarmingly, his eyes pulled open, and he drew her so he could look into her eyes, eyes of that serene azure blue that seemed as definite as the hue of his wings that were behind him, overshadowing him from the others in those precious moments.

"Your alive..lola!" His words came out in bare surprised utterances, as his voice was dried, and much of his own fluids had been drained fighting the poison that had been in his system. Then, he turned quickly to his teacher, Azrael, his wings folding to the side behind him as he garnered the attention of the others.

"Do you have more of the antidote? Or whatever it was you gave me? She needs one too!"

Benign, of giving a mere slave such an expensive tenur of an antidote, Azraels' eyes narrowed at what kind of Avriel Coroth had turned into. Caring so much for a mere human. After a moment of watching him in such a desperate state of want to save her, he approached the couple, and drew forth another vial from a pouch at his side, letting the top of it be grasped by his thinner fingers to let it hang in the air to drop into Coroths reaching hand as they neared one another.

"The last one…let us hope it will be enough." Aged wrinkles grew more tense as he gave the young avriel another reason to live, another reason to fight, another reason to keep learning the magic that he had been taught. Perhaps to share such knowledge of magic to the rest of the race one day.

A mere flash of gratitude slipped through Coroths eyes as the vial was grasped into his palm. Trembling fingers covered the stopper to whisk it free so it could be poured into lolas whitened lips. The tenur was emptied into her mouth, to let it work as it set into the pores of her tongue and began to make its way into her further within. Moments were allowed to pass. His breaths uncounted as he wondered if it was a miracle antidote, or if he himself took this long to awaken.

Slowly, he began to let her down back into the silk encovered furs she normally slept upon, and had been perhaps caught whilst asleep within them when all of this had first began.

"We'll leave you for now. I'll have words with you when you are able to fly again..come see me. And thank your elemental friend for seeking my help, your lucky I was the one who introduced you to it.."

Azrael, and the guards made their way from Coroths home. They left the arachnids for him to clean up, or do with as he would when he was ready. They though, were no nurses, and were not going to stick around and baby him back to health. The guards seemed at a distaste for his yearning to have his slave girl come back to life and left with raised brows to the seemingly cursed avriel. His dark wings collecting with the shadows in the chamber as they left. The sounds of their wings beating at the air as they leapt into the skies. Winds came through the entryway of his chamber with the passing scents of their unbathed bodies tainting the air.

Then, softly, lola began to breathe more noticeably. Movements from within the webbing along her chest began to shift as her lungs refilled. Still fatigued, Coroth joined her there..staring at the blood drained features of her beauty in the dancing light the torches provided from behind him.
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Thu Jan 30, 2020 5:24 am


15th Trial of Zi'da



-‡- It was passing the time, what some called it. Something he had to do whilst he waited. He'd already visited his teacher, the defiler who had put him through the tests that proved he was accepted by the elementals. Part of the day had been spent telling him of the favor that was bestowed upon him by an immortal earlier in the season. All had seemed well, and forgotten for a time, until these occurring's had come upon him.

The nest was across the street from him. Night had stilled the traffic and loud collaboration of markets vending their sales. As well as factories milling out their production and workers. Life of course still lightly ebbed along the streets, even slaves had their freedom to live as humans did in Athart. The sound of another avriels wings passing by in the darkness above was listened to, but it was nearly as normal as the breaths that passed through his lips as he waited with patience. Arms of a burled development of strength were crossed beneath one another over a cloth laiden chest. His tunic was not weighed down with his armor, but had the freedom to be felt blowing against his thighs below as a continual light breeze seemed to be present, and deluding his thoughts elsewhere.

Finally, one of the doors opened, the lustful figurine of lola drew into the shadows in the passing of the moment. The light spilling over the contours of her curvitures before the door eased back into a closure behind her. She had something bundled in her arms as she approached him. Her hair whispered of their light strands upon the bare flesh of her shoulders that glinted white beneath the overhang of the stars high above beyond the skies. The glimmer within her eyes reflected a nearby light as she kept her eyes upon her Master. Her voice was heard like a soothance to his ears as he listened to her calm demeanor.

"This'll be the last one…right?" Her words questioned him, daring him to ask her to bring him one more from their beds. The bundle was extended towards Coroth for him to receive. The light weight of it was not so encumbering as the blankets kept it curled up and bound. A moment was taken to gaze upon the cherubiish features within to assure himself that it was breathing at least. Then it was curled beneath his left arm to his physique. His right arm was still suffering from the bite a few nights prior, and could barely be used but for bare touching and meager use of his hand that did not put the rest of his arm into movement. The ochroid smear within his eyes narrowed as he eyed her, a dim curl loosening upon his lips.

"Aye…I will return for you when the sun rises..," Coroths words were uttered with a brushing of a breath beneath each word. He knew not what would happen when the favor would be fulfilled, but if she was with the other slaves, then perhaps she would have more protection than the none she would have at their home in the spires.

Lola obediently lowered herself in obeisance, the fabrics below her waist shifting with her movements as they concealed her inner thighs where they hung. The bareness of her outer thighs caught the light as she turned about and headed to return to the nest where she had been given a few duties to be in charge of to aid in raising the human enslaved children. It was perhaps, a favor given unto them by his teacher to aid in their task.

The long lengths of his feathers were felt bristling against a suddenly licking wind as they were again exposed from their folded ambiguities. They suddenly pushed to the ground, sending him into the air with recurring thrashings so he would rise from the buildings of Athart, and head for the plateau in the northwest where the cavern he sought would become his destination.

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Thu Jan 30, 2020 5:37 am



-‡- Coroth laid the last bundled child within the opening to the cavern. His wounded arm still ailed him, and sent repercussions of stinging pain through an arm that was still healing. Reliance on his left arm thus was further used, bare guidance from his injured one all he could muster with its' injured use. The enclosure rose above him high enough that they had been able to walk in without any problems with their wings earlier that season. Yet he did not seek to enter it again, remembering the dead, and how easily they had been killed.

Two other bundled children were also there, bound and tied within blankets or sheets to keep them still and seemingly docile. Yet, in truth, they weren't the most healthy children from the nest. Lola had searched for the ones that were the most ill. Another one was found that had been the most retarded in appearance and bearing deformity. The last was even crippled, its' leg not even one it would be able to stand upon when it grew older. Like the avriel children, not all of the slaves children would make it to adult hood. It wasn't too morally difficult to leave them there.

It was easy enough to remember the other avriel who had taken the test with him to become a defiler. They both had been thrown over a spires edge to see if they would be accepted. The other avriel, a friend, had died instead. More still died in their spree of adolescence, never to return to Athart.

Coroth didn't hear their cries, or wailings for a nurse for they were not babies, and still asleep. Herbs had been put into their food to assure lola that they would be deaf to the world in slumber before she'd take them from their beds. Herbs given to them by Azrael, who seemed to have a knack to know little secret ways to get away with this that and the other as they brought the situation to his attention.

None the less, he strode away from the cavernous opening when he was through. He chose to be the only avriel to remain about when the children were placed there, for he did not want to see a repeat from the immortal if the favors did not please her. Scrutinizing eyes narrowed in indecision, and unspoken wonderings as he headed back towards the clearing where he would have enough room to take to the skies, and return home.
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