Murti (Surv Challenge 6)

A vampire of beauty, elegance And grace, with the cold Night’s Eye, glistening upon her bare silken Flesh, dancing softly under the light. As she rests upon the elder branches, Broods of her once great mother, the Deathless goddess, Serith, Mother Nature, Who betrayed her to the dark frigid nights. Leaving the child of the deathless, alone Within the endless darkness, of the eternal Nights, that breed no warmth only the chilling Loneliness found within a mother’s betrayal. So, as the Passing’s Flame falls into it’s Momentary slumber, while the goddess Bela, Passing’s Watcher, rests within the bed of Artison, Watcher of War, until he rouses her awake. Murti, cursed her nature, and cursed Teslor, Death’s Hand, the foul and cruel god who makes Pacts with mortal men for their eternal souls, for His dark service, and she too, beguiled into him. It was this same cold night, two hundred years Ago, when the Hand of Death, visited the lands, Defiling and corrupting all who he touched, turning Them dark, setting frigid storms roaring within. She did not wish for this, it was given to her, Her dark gift, only able to find warmth within The flow of life, blood of another, slowly Drinking away their warmth – their life. It was only when she took life, that her storms Within would calm for a moment. But within That moment, life held meaning once again, And she was able to remember her mother’s love. The soothing embrace she would receive, the Rapturous kisses her mother bade before she Drew back into the ground, always protecting Her daughter from harm, with warming smiles. But now, as Murti stares up at the Night’s Eye, She realizes that all hope within her mother is Forever lost, and staring up nude, a beauty Beyond all earthly beauty, she understands. Her birth was a curse to the world, a plague Of the gods, as they fought and bickered, she was Their spit, and holding onto the branch, she dug Her claws into it, feeling ice flow through her. For she was the forsaken of the gods, none Held claim to her, or her kind, and she now Realized that for this curse they laid upon her, She would pay them back, in full, through death. ...and so she ran into the night in search of warmth...Yeah...well, heh. Not the greatest, and those gods are from my world I've created..haven't ever introduced a vampire before..so yeah, 'tis a rather big addition ;) The series basically are my ones in a different language in their titles :P like "Kin Mar Simonic" ;) And such. hehe, yeah...anyways, 'twas for the challenge :P Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 06:28 PM PST   0 • 10