Mortal Parent and Meeting Story
Name: Sephera Jinai
Created by: Nine
Race: Human
Age: 51
Born: 11 Ymiden 656
Blessings/Curses: None
Skills: Business Management 10, Drawing 10, Cooking 30
Other Information: She was a loving woman and a mother of two. She was tricked into bearing Nine by Aelig.
She sat in silence, solemn in her longing. She stared out the window, wistful. Her husband should have been home, the patrol only supposed to have lasted nine trials. But Sephera had heard nothing from him, had received no news of his condition. Jeod could lie dead in the mud, and she would be none the wiser. The grief welled in her, though she pushed it down as she had for arcs. It was time to be strong.
And then the door opened.
Jeod was a large man, burly and strong in body. He was almost as broad as he was tall, and the large weapon that hung across his back belied his incredible strength. A powerful Slave Raider, Jeod spent most of his time patrolling the wilderness around Athart, attempting to capture or recapture slaves. He was dirty, smelled of old blood and sweat, and was chewing a red leaf that made his general persona smell like rot. He spit just outside the door, the blood red juice splattering into the dirt.
The dam broke, and Sephera's tears rolled from her eyes like a deluge. She'd missed him so much, his stoic strength her only defense from the depression that roiled in her stomach. He ran to him, hardly pausing to consider the smell of rot that radiated from him. Wrapping frail arms around him, the two embraced. He stayed silent, not wishing to break the spell she was under, and she just wept into his powerful chest. Lifting her gently, he stepped further into the ramshackle hovel, unclasping his claymore strap and letting it fall to the ground with a loud crash. Sephera jerked in his arms, but he just held her tighter.
He carried her, still sobbing, to their room. The remnants of their belongings littered every surface, but Jeod did not care. Instead, he swept the debris from the bed and laid her there, collapsing next to her to hold her. He would help her weather this storm, and he knew all she needed was time and support. A turn of his head emptied his mouth of the crimson spit, then he turned back to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. A little crimson spittle adorned the crown of her head, but he did not wipe it off. Instead, he just held her as her misery crowned, a crescendo of tears and muffled wails. He offered no words of encouragement, instead preferring to be her silent knight. For a break, sobs wracked her body and caused her to arch her back like a cat.
After that, thought, they rolled like the wind through the wheat fields. They would come in softly, like distant thunder, and he almost couldn't hear the sniffles in his chest. Grateful, she raised up and kissed his chin, smiling weakly. He kissed her back, this time on her lips. The rotting smell from the crimson weed nearly choked her, but she stifled the instinct. She loved her husband, and was dutiful. He had his vices, and she hers. She kissed him again, this time tasting the crimson leaf. It smelled of death and tasted of cloves. She smiled and climbed atop him, beginning the carnal act the two so desperately craved when apart.
Their passion was unrivaled every time their forms met. It was a ravenous lust, one that was cultivated from distance, and it always culminated in the two of them becoming one. This time, however, something was different. Jeod was more forceful, more powerful... He commanded her in ways she was not used to. Enjoying it, she did as he said, turning to face him in pleasure at the height of their deed. As she did though, Jeod was not there. Instead, there sat a faceless man, his face a swirling miasma of black. Terrified, Sephera tried to pull away, but she was being held by arms too powerful to be a man's. Aelig held her, taking her in his own way. Upon releasing her, she crawled away, but Aelig paid her no more mind. Discarding the form of Jeod, Aelig stood, larger than her husband ever was. He spoke nothing again, but she knew that she would be with child. Her stomach turned. And then he was gone.
