Thread: Cursed with Prophecy

Ashalah narrowed her eyes lightly at Chandra's words, looking thoughtful for a moment, before she slowly nod a few times. Th.. That's.. Sadly.. Rings possibility.. He always wanted me to try.. And make him look up to my father. Almost.. As if he wanted to take Sear to him. But my father would never take a Akthorian to him, if he didn't have.. Plans. That... She was about to curse at her father, the tentacles on her head pointing their tips slightly outwards, before she got back her composure, the tentacles falling down and relaxing once again, as she cleared her throat. Emillia and Slither could only smile halfly. They where still worried about Chandra, no mater how much she'd try to calm them. Their fear for Sear only grew from this. He was no where near Chandra, and yet he invaded her mind. 'I wish this had never fallen upon us.. Mother.. Sear.. Is too biggy.. How.. Could we ever even...' Emilia was talking into Chandra's mind, to not alarm the others. Emilia had never lost heart, at any mission at all. Often had she showed fear, but that had been a childs fear. This. Was her centuries of wisdom, telling her this was bad. Very bad. Her eyes looked up to Chandra for comfort, having the stout heart she could never evolve. She would always have a childs heart. Ashalah looked somewhat frightened at Chandra's words. She couldn't tell, if this was a good thing or not. But Chandra seemed brave. Brave enough to face something like this. And. Strong enough as well. She had the heart as well. So she slowly nodded in agreement, her thumb stroking against Chandra's fingers. Slither frowned lightly at Chandra's explanation. Hoping desperately that she hadn't seen the loss of the three. She then smiled at her question, and simply nodded. Of course, dear. She whispered. She didn't offer her wrist, not really carrying where Chandra bit. As the fangs punctured her flesh, she moaned pleasently, tilting her head a bit back, as her tongue hissed pleased. She loved the rush it gave, when Chandra fed from her. She enjoyed it every time, almost especially the times she couldn't control herself, and drank a little more. She'd love that exhaustion. Made her feel helpless, in a pleasant way, knowing she was still in good hands. She groaned softly as the teeth pulled back, shaking her hand a bit as she looked down to Chandra with a smile. Your welcome.. Sleep well. She whispered, before she cuddled close to Chandra, wrapping her arms gently around her waist, and lay one leg over Chandra's as her head used Chandra's shoulder as a pillow, hissing pleasantly. Chandra's restless Nightmares, was not of noone's doing. She saw Arkthorians. Murdered by Anurian superiority. After some time, Sear's image appeard a few feet away from her. Looking like he was floating over the ground. This time, she could move, but not as if she walked the ground of the images around her, seeing Arkthorians of many colors, all resembling their rich culture. White furred Arkthorian's from the mountains. Camouflaged green Arktorians from the forest and yellowish ones from the deserts. Should Chandra try to move towards Sear, or contact him, he would not answer, and he would move away from her, constantly keeping the same distance, without it even looked like he moved. One hundred.. Twenty two million. Eight hundred.. Thirty five thousand... Nine hundred.. And sixty three, possible friends. Possible family.. One mother.. One father.. Two brothers.. Two sisters... His voice still dark and distorted, as the dark red eyes, glared into Chandra's, no mater where she looked, his figure followed that direction, to be in front of them always, only way to avoid them should she want, would be to close her own. I saw them all die.. Slaughtered.. Burned.. The last five seconds, of each of their lives.. Seared.. In here. He said, finally moving as he rose a hand to point a finger at the side of his forehead, the tentacles of his wrists writhing with anger. That.. Is where that came from.. Armand.. Armand Bloodmoon Shatalh.. Was ment to be my name.. Yes.. That I saw to.. My parrents wishes.. All.. Ripped away! By the merciless hands, of a neglecting race! A blind race! Foolish! Wicked! Doomed! Was his last words, before he vanished, the visions of Arkthorian murders continuing, until she would wake. Ashalah accepted the water thankfully, nodding a single time as she got it in hand. She looked up to him again, standing lower then almost everyone else in the small group, now of five, except Emilia. She smiled happily at his words. Even though crude, his words meant a lot to her. It was clear speaking was somewhat of an inability for Tank, yet he took his time to comfort her. This, in itself, meant a lot to him. The meaning warmed her even more. Thanks.. Thanks a lot. The warmth and care you all show me here, means a lot more to me, then you might imagine. She said with a silent voice, and a gentle smile. As he was on his way out, she turned to look 'out' the fake window, until he said something again, looking over to him with a smile. She tilt her head a bit, and then nodded a few times. Thank you.. I will.. Remember this. She said with a gentle smile, before returning to stare out the window with a small smile.