Post by sadiraxmortus on Jan 30, 2008 8:19:07 GMT -5
In Neverwere…
Sadira had been in her palace court, testing the limits of her new servants by allowing them to ravage her colossal form. She was spread out on the courts fine marble floors, limbs open and her hair sprawled about her. The slaves did their part by beginning with the grueling task of washing her hair; several mages had been placed at her sides to keep the flow of water constant as they scrubbed her long silken strands clean. She cooed and sighed as the constant barrage of strokes released tension from her tight muscles. She yawned, stretching her jaw way beyond its capacity before falling slightly asleep.
“The world can wait. This goddess needs her rest,” she sighed, breathing out in relief. She ordered the servants to stop their actions immediately as she returned to a normal size. She picked herself up and ambled into her bedroom, and after her close servant, Nisa came through the door, the woman shut it behind her.
Nisa was about six feet tall, well built, and gorgeous to the highest degree. She had been Sadira’s personal assistant since before she became the mutated person she had become. Nisa had hair that was a sunset auburn color, and her eyes were of the deepest blue. She always kept her hair down for her highness, and felt it an honor to be allowed to sleep next to her. Nisa slowly stripped Sadira, putting her clothes to the side and settling her into the bed. Then, she stripped herself, and slid in next to her goddess, pressing her warm naked body against the scarred beauty. They both sighed as they fell into a peaceful rest.
In Nierien…
Simyr had much since enjoyed her short life in the city of Surin Kyo, a medium sized town that resides by the Lake of the Abyss. The continent was considered by many as “The Land of the Lost” because most of its inhabitants neither left the continent nor had a connection to anything outside of their land.
Simyr was what was seen to the untrained eye as a half-breed, consisting of the genetic traits of a Cairian Mau and a human being. She was about five and a half feet tall, from ear tip to toe. Her hair was a slight off-color of purple and she had forest green eyes. Her tail, usually seen protruding from her jeans, was purple as well as her ears, perky about the crown of her head.
“It’s such a nice day; I think I’ll go to the Caraisian Caverns today. I haven’t seen the range in quite a while, and it would be nice to go and visit the Beacon of Power once more before I get married,” she jokingly nudged her mother as she helped her prepare the morning’s breakfast. They were making eggs Florentine for her father, who had been out all night with the stallions after hearing a strange noise echo through the town. “Maybe it’s where that creepy noise came from.” She grabbed a few eggs from the carton and juggled them carefully, hopping onto the counter and swishing her tail back and forth.
Her mother perked her ears up and arched a brow, “Curiosity killed the cat my dear.”
“You’re so counterproductive mom.” She shook her head and leaped off the counter, tossing the eggs with absolute accuracy into the pan, smirking as she exited the kitchen. As she neared the living room, about half-way through, her mother stopped her, putting a paw firmly on her shoulder.
“Just take something to protect yourself. I know I can’t stop you,” she said, looking longingly into her daughter’s eyes.
Simyr pushed her mother’s hand away firmly, “Mom, I’ll be fine, really. Just tell dad to keep an eye on Perma.” She motioned to the kennel that rested next to the couch. Her pet Perma was a white mink she had captured in the forest about two years ago. She grabbed her scimitar from above the TV and placed it into its sheath, tying it firmly into place at her hip. She then waved to her mom and headed out the front door, closing it softly behind her. “Jeez, what a worrier she is…”
Simyr shrugged and jogged out of town, following the trail that led to the park, her hand forged blade patting her thighs gently as she kept a fluid stride. “I’m only gonna be twenty minutes from home…sheesh.”
In Neverwere…
Sadira had awoken from her quick nap, stretching her claws out as she yawned. She peered up to Nisa, who had been up for quite some time: preparing Sadira’s clothing, breakfast and doing her other nightly duties. She smiled at her beautiful servant, “Nisa, do you know what today is?” She started to pull her hair into a long ponytail.
Nisa, whom wasn’t easily tricked, blushed a pale pink and replied, “I know not, your highness.” She bowed in homage and returned to her militant stance.
“It’s my 20th Daashubian birthday,” she said, standing up and stretching more fully, letting her eyes open fully all over her body and return to the closed position, “And as the 8 moons line up, I will watch as the aurora performs just for me.” She motioned for Nisa to follow her to her personal bathroom, which was more lavishly decorated than one could possibly imagine.
There were red silk fabric cloths sprawled about everywhere, and the curtains danced as the cool, stormy winds of Arutakai’s vicious atmosphere pulsated about. Sadira, untouched by the wind, made her way to her carved marble bathtub.
“I apologize for my obscure memory, highness,” she bowed her head, following the goddess in complete submission. “I truly did not intend to let something like that slip.” She came to the side of the tub as the mightily built blue woman settled herself in the tub. She rested upon her knees in a praying position, and chanted for the water to start, steam rising and soaking into Sadira’s beautiful hair.
Sadira waved her claw, “It’s not your place really, to remember such a thing. I have been around much longer than you, my dear. I will not be pinning such responsibility on you. It’s not fair to your mind.” She reclined in the tub, letting the hot water make her skin glisten like fresh ocean water. “I was just wondering what else I may do today. I have 81 more hours to celebrate the coming of another set of millions of years.”
Nisa blushed, humbled by the age of her mistress, “I hadn’t realized that Daashubian was so…ancient.” She popped up and then retorted to herself, “You look wonderful!”
Sadira chuckled at this, “It’s okay really. I do not wish to be known as young. That makes me seem unfit to rule such a place. I need no one knowing of this.” She twirled her hair about the sheath of her claw, the material of her gloves soaking from the liquid in the tub.
Nisa fell silent, twiddling her fingers. She waited patiently for her mistress to finish so she could dress her as they usually do. She lived only to please her master, no matter what had been told to her by previous owners. Sadira was her savior, and she would make sure that the goddess knew that. She happened to relax as the goddess took her time.
Sadira was a little relaxed for once. She knew her ceremony was going to be extravagant, just as it always was. The moons came into alignment so nicely, and it made the sky look like a battlefield of light. She shuddered from her own touch, the silken material of her gloves arousing her scars to a risen state. She sighed, scrubbing every inch of her body carefully. When she finally felt she was finished, she looked to Nisa, who already had a cotton towel waiting for her. She smiled and rose, letting the water naturally run off of her body as Nisa wrapped around her with the soft fabric. Nisa then held out her hand, leading Sadira to the dressing closet for her unique style of clothing, most of which was custom made leather pieces.
Nisa had a nice choice for herself of course, a plaid miniskirt and button up shirt with a tie, and thigh high stockings to match. She had chosen quite a different spectrum for Sadira, however, a button up mini-dress with a collar and a low cut v-neck. It was purple and black, Sadira’s favorite colors, and the thigh highs that matched were white that had a purple stripe at the top of them. Nisa attached the thigh highs to the black garters, snapping all four buttons in place as she chose Sadira’s ankle bracers for the day. And she had picked them well, a set of sturdy metal bracers that were tinted purple. “You look ravishing your majesty.”
Sadira blushed, looking at herself in the mirrors. “I look like a nurse.” She chuckled and clicked her braces together, “I like these. Thank you for having them made for me.” She sifted around in the nearby drawers for a new pair of Kimirodin Gloves™, made from exactly what she needed not to slice herself to death. Impossible, she thought to herself and smiled.
Nisa nodded, “Of course. It is my duty to look out for your best interests.” She opened the closet door, leading them both out onto the veranda; a balcony set 80ft from the ground. It was carved completely from silver, with carvings detailing the defeat of the gods by a warrior queen, Sadira. She bowed and left Sadira to stand at the railing and look over her land.
She sighed as she looked at the rising red star.
In Nierien…
Simyr had reached the cliffs just in time for high-noon, the most serene time of the day. The cliffs were lit up with the warm red glow of light, making them look like they were bleeding the blessing of a god. She smiled, hoisting herself up to the opening of the cavern. Although her lands were in complete poverty, she still felt as if she was the richest person of all. The beauty of nature enticed her, making her feel like she was worth more than just a peasant. She sighed, sitting at the entrance of the cavern, taking a sip of the cool water that flowed just next to her. “I wish the war hadn’t destroyed us…” she trailed off, sighing and pondering if her village’s prosperity was worth sacrificing for a life of one stupid ruler. The struggle had been against a continent she couldn’t even remember the name of. But, she knew that because of the war, all the farms had been destroyed, the blacksmith’s were all murdered, and all of the riches that they had harvested from these very cliffs had been stolen. She dropped her head, “I don’t think it was worth it. Everyone’s on edge now…”
After a few moments of remorse, Simyr stood up, brushed the dirt from her jeans, and headed into the cavern, hoping that maybe she could find the source of the strange noise. Her tail was stiff as she entered, and her ears were moving in every direction, pinning each sound as it approached her. Within about 100ft of the cavern’s entrance, she could hear a strange, crystalloid sort of noise, like the sound that a ray makes passing through a crystal. She tiptoed nearer, following the almost impossible to hear frequency.
She came upon a large hole in the center of the room-like area in the cavern, and it was glowing a bluish color. She snuck up to the edge of the hole, keeping her balance and looking downward, and she almost fell in she was so shocked by it.
In the center of this unnatural ditch was an enormous red crystal that had etchings all over it. Simyr’s jaw dropped, and she immediately wanted to see more of it. She unsheathed her scimitar and jabbed it into the sides of the crater, using it as a ledge to slice down the side of the wall. She landed almost perfectly on her feet, pulling the hard steel from the earth and re-sheathing it quickly. She came upon the face of the crystal, longing to touch it, and wanting more of it.
Her eyes glowed with anticipation to touch the giant gemstone. The runes were of familiar context however. She noticed that they were in Conjule, the native language to her people. She immediately bowed and put her hands to a praying position. “Thank you, goddess from above. How we needed this to help us. Thank you so much!” She nodded her head and looked up, reading the runes on the crystal’s hard facets.
She read the words aloud, her mind wandering in circles, “I don’t understand this. No one has called for a goddess…”
As she finished speaking the chant, the crystal started to glow furiously, lighting up the entire room with an incandescent crimson wash of light. From deep inside the crystal, a being was forming, a female being from what she could tell as she stumbled backwards. She clawed the dirt, its fallow texture giving way to the force of her attacks. The being formed completely, wrapped in a flowing substance, and the crystal cracked from the pressure of the being’s body, sending shards of crystallized shrapnel everywhere. The being fell to the floor, covered in a red gelatinous fluid, seemingly a cocoon of sorts.
Simyr’s heart beat sped up to the point she feared she would have a heart attack. She managed to get a good grip on the earthen wall and started climbing furiously. “Oh my god!” she screamed, scrambling up and out of the cavern quicker than she had gotten there. She had to get help, for her village could be in danger. She would at least have to call the police force if anything. It looked like she was going to be in bigger trouble than she thought she would be.
Sadira awoke cold and shivering from being suddenly jerked to wherever she was. She could feel the slime clinging to her skin and became very erratic in her movement, hustling about to get the slime off of her body. She put her hands to her face, feeling a cold steel faceplate covering the lower half of her jaw. Her filters had been put on her, that meant that the atmosphere of where she was wasn’t breathable. She sighed, wiping her body against the floor to rid herself of the nasty liquid. She squeezed her hair out, noticing that her clothes hadn’t quite made the journey with her. “Ah, d**n it.” Her gloves were torn and her scars were twitching from being whipped through space. “Where the hell…?” She still had her ankle bracers on, which was good, and she knew that she had to really work her muscles back into walking on the different gravity pull. She did a few squats, followed by a few kicks, and finally got used to it. “Let’s see….more gravity…hrm….” She trailed off, thinking and wandering in circles. Then, a sliver of light brushed her face. It was sunlight from the outside. She smiled and headed out of the damp and dark rock abode, leaving a pile of crystal shards and slime behind for whomever to clean up. She needed to find out what the hell brought her here and fast so she could return to Neverwere.
Sadira had been in her palace court, testing the limits of her new servants by allowing them to ravage her colossal form. She was spread out on the courts fine marble floors, limbs open and her hair sprawled about her. The slaves did their part by beginning with the grueling task of washing her hair; several mages had been placed at her sides to keep the flow of water constant as they scrubbed her long silken strands clean. She cooed and sighed as the constant barrage of strokes released tension from her tight muscles. She yawned, stretching her jaw way beyond its capacity before falling slightly asleep.
“The world can wait. This goddess needs her rest,” she sighed, breathing out in relief. She ordered the servants to stop their actions immediately as she returned to a normal size. She picked herself up and ambled into her bedroom, and after her close servant, Nisa came through the door, the woman shut it behind her.
Nisa was about six feet tall, well built, and gorgeous to the highest degree. She had been Sadira’s personal assistant since before she became the mutated person she had become. Nisa had hair that was a sunset auburn color, and her eyes were of the deepest blue. She always kept her hair down for her highness, and felt it an honor to be allowed to sleep next to her. Nisa slowly stripped Sadira, putting her clothes to the side and settling her into the bed. Then, she stripped herself, and slid in next to her goddess, pressing her warm naked body against the scarred beauty. They both sighed as they fell into a peaceful rest.
In Nierien…
Simyr had much since enjoyed her short life in the city of Surin Kyo, a medium sized town that resides by the Lake of the Abyss. The continent was considered by many as “The Land of the Lost” because most of its inhabitants neither left the continent nor had a connection to anything outside of their land.
Simyr was what was seen to the untrained eye as a half-breed, consisting of the genetic traits of a Cairian Mau and a human being. She was about five and a half feet tall, from ear tip to toe. Her hair was a slight off-color of purple and she had forest green eyes. Her tail, usually seen protruding from her jeans, was purple as well as her ears, perky about the crown of her head.
“It’s such a nice day; I think I’ll go to the Caraisian Caverns today. I haven’t seen the range in quite a while, and it would be nice to go and visit the Beacon of Power once more before I get married,” she jokingly nudged her mother as she helped her prepare the morning’s breakfast. They were making eggs Florentine for her father, who had been out all night with the stallions after hearing a strange noise echo through the town. “Maybe it’s where that creepy noise came from.” She grabbed a few eggs from the carton and juggled them carefully, hopping onto the counter and swishing her tail back and forth.
Her mother perked her ears up and arched a brow, “Curiosity killed the cat my dear.”
“You’re so counterproductive mom.” She shook her head and leaped off the counter, tossing the eggs with absolute accuracy into the pan, smirking as she exited the kitchen. As she neared the living room, about half-way through, her mother stopped her, putting a paw firmly on her shoulder.
“Just take something to protect yourself. I know I can’t stop you,” she said, looking longingly into her daughter’s eyes.
Simyr pushed her mother’s hand away firmly, “Mom, I’ll be fine, really. Just tell dad to keep an eye on Perma.” She motioned to the kennel that rested next to the couch. Her pet Perma was a white mink she had captured in the forest about two years ago. She grabbed her scimitar from above the TV and placed it into its sheath, tying it firmly into place at her hip. She then waved to her mom and headed out the front door, closing it softly behind her. “Jeez, what a worrier she is…”
Simyr shrugged and jogged out of town, following the trail that led to the park, her hand forged blade patting her thighs gently as she kept a fluid stride. “I’m only gonna be twenty minutes from home…sheesh.”
In Neverwere…
Sadira had awoken from her quick nap, stretching her claws out as she yawned. She peered up to Nisa, who had been up for quite some time: preparing Sadira’s clothing, breakfast and doing her other nightly duties. She smiled at her beautiful servant, “Nisa, do you know what today is?” She started to pull her hair into a long ponytail.
Nisa, whom wasn’t easily tricked, blushed a pale pink and replied, “I know not, your highness.” She bowed in homage and returned to her militant stance.
“It’s my 20th Daashubian birthday,” she said, standing up and stretching more fully, letting her eyes open fully all over her body and return to the closed position, “And as the 8 moons line up, I will watch as the aurora performs just for me.” She motioned for Nisa to follow her to her personal bathroom, which was more lavishly decorated than one could possibly imagine.
There were red silk fabric cloths sprawled about everywhere, and the curtains danced as the cool, stormy winds of Arutakai’s vicious atmosphere pulsated about. Sadira, untouched by the wind, made her way to her carved marble bathtub.
“I apologize for my obscure memory, highness,” she bowed her head, following the goddess in complete submission. “I truly did not intend to let something like that slip.” She came to the side of the tub as the mightily built blue woman settled herself in the tub. She rested upon her knees in a praying position, and chanted for the water to start, steam rising and soaking into Sadira’s beautiful hair.
Sadira waved her claw, “It’s not your place really, to remember such a thing. I have been around much longer than you, my dear. I will not be pinning such responsibility on you. It’s not fair to your mind.” She reclined in the tub, letting the hot water make her skin glisten like fresh ocean water. “I was just wondering what else I may do today. I have 81 more hours to celebrate the coming of another set of millions of years.”
Nisa blushed, humbled by the age of her mistress, “I hadn’t realized that Daashubian was so…ancient.” She popped up and then retorted to herself, “You look wonderful!”
Sadira chuckled at this, “It’s okay really. I do not wish to be known as young. That makes me seem unfit to rule such a place. I need no one knowing of this.” She twirled her hair about the sheath of her claw, the material of her gloves soaking from the liquid in the tub.
Nisa fell silent, twiddling her fingers. She waited patiently for her mistress to finish so she could dress her as they usually do. She lived only to please her master, no matter what had been told to her by previous owners. Sadira was her savior, and she would make sure that the goddess knew that. She happened to relax as the goddess took her time.
Sadira was a little relaxed for once. She knew her ceremony was going to be extravagant, just as it always was. The moons came into alignment so nicely, and it made the sky look like a battlefield of light. She shuddered from her own touch, the silken material of her gloves arousing her scars to a risen state. She sighed, scrubbing every inch of her body carefully. When she finally felt she was finished, she looked to Nisa, who already had a cotton towel waiting for her. She smiled and rose, letting the water naturally run off of her body as Nisa wrapped around her with the soft fabric. Nisa then held out her hand, leading Sadira to the dressing closet for her unique style of clothing, most of which was custom made leather pieces.
Nisa had a nice choice for herself of course, a plaid miniskirt and button up shirt with a tie, and thigh high stockings to match. She had chosen quite a different spectrum for Sadira, however, a button up mini-dress with a collar and a low cut v-neck. It was purple and black, Sadira’s favorite colors, and the thigh highs that matched were white that had a purple stripe at the top of them. Nisa attached the thigh highs to the black garters, snapping all four buttons in place as she chose Sadira’s ankle bracers for the day. And she had picked them well, a set of sturdy metal bracers that were tinted purple. “You look ravishing your majesty.”
Sadira blushed, looking at herself in the mirrors. “I look like a nurse.” She chuckled and clicked her braces together, “I like these. Thank you for having them made for me.” She sifted around in the nearby drawers for a new pair of Kimirodin Gloves™, made from exactly what she needed not to slice herself to death. Impossible, she thought to herself and smiled.
Nisa nodded, “Of course. It is my duty to look out for your best interests.” She opened the closet door, leading them both out onto the veranda; a balcony set 80ft from the ground. It was carved completely from silver, with carvings detailing the defeat of the gods by a warrior queen, Sadira. She bowed and left Sadira to stand at the railing and look over her land.
She sighed as she looked at the rising red star.
In Nierien…
Simyr had reached the cliffs just in time for high-noon, the most serene time of the day. The cliffs were lit up with the warm red glow of light, making them look like they were bleeding the blessing of a god. She smiled, hoisting herself up to the opening of the cavern. Although her lands were in complete poverty, she still felt as if she was the richest person of all. The beauty of nature enticed her, making her feel like she was worth more than just a peasant. She sighed, sitting at the entrance of the cavern, taking a sip of the cool water that flowed just next to her. “I wish the war hadn’t destroyed us…” she trailed off, sighing and pondering if her village’s prosperity was worth sacrificing for a life of one stupid ruler. The struggle had been against a continent she couldn’t even remember the name of. But, she knew that because of the war, all the farms had been destroyed, the blacksmith’s were all murdered, and all of the riches that they had harvested from these very cliffs had been stolen. She dropped her head, “I don’t think it was worth it. Everyone’s on edge now…”
After a few moments of remorse, Simyr stood up, brushed the dirt from her jeans, and headed into the cavern, hoping that maybe she could find the source of the strange noise. Her tail was stiff as she entered, and her ears were moving in every direction, pinning each sound as it approached her. Within about 100ft of the cavern’s entrance, she could hear a strange, crystalloid sort of noise, like the sound that a ray makes passing through a crystal. She tiptoed nearer, following the almost impossible to hear frequency.
She came upon a large hole in the center of the room-like area in the cavern, and it was glowing a bluish color. She snuck up to the edge of the hole, keeping her balance and looking downward, and she almost fell in she was so shocked by it.
In the center of this unnatural ditch was an enormous red crystal that had etchings all over it. Simyr’s jaw dropped, and she immediately wanted to see more of it. She unsheathed her scimitar and jabbed it into the sides of the crater, using it as a ledge to slice down the side of the wall. She landed almost perfectly on her feet, pulling the hard steel from the earth and re-sheathing it quickly. She came upon the face of the crystal, longing to touch it, and wanting more of it.
Her eyes glowed with anticipation to touch the giant gemstone. The runes were of familiar context however. She noticed that they were in Conjule, the native language to her people. She immediately bowed and put her hands to a praying position. “Thank you, goddess from above. How we needed this to help us. Thank you so much!” She nodded her head and looked up, reading the runes on the crystal’s hard facets.
I know of the pain
A pain caused by war, terror and destruction
I send you a gift
One that will help your world prosper
I send you, Conjule,
My Daughter
The Goddess
A pain caused by war, terror and destruction
I send you a gift
One that will help your world prosper
I send you, Conjule,
My Daughter
The Goddess
She read the words aloud, her mind wandering in circles, “I don’t understand this. No one has called for a goddess…”
As she finished speaking the chant, the crystal started to glow furiously, lighting up the entire room with an incandescent crimson wash of light. From deep inside the crystal, a being was forming, a female being from what she could tell as she stumbled backwards. She clawed the dirt, its fallow texture giving way to the force of her attacks. The being formed completely, wrapped in a flowing substance, and the crystal cracked from the pressure of the being’s body, sending shards of crystallized shrapnel everywhere. The being fell to the floor, covered in a red gelatinous fluid, seemingly a cocoon of sorts.
Simyr’s heart beat sped up to the point she feared she would have a heart attack. She managed to get a good grip on the earthen wall and started climbing furiously. “Oh my god!” she screamed, scrambling up and out of the cavern quicker than she had gotten there. She had to get help, for her village could be in danger. She would at least have to call the police force if anything. It looked like she was going to be in bigger trouble than she thought she would be.
Sadira awoke cold and shivering from being suddenly jerked to wherever she was. She could feel the slime clinging to her skin and became very erratic in her movement, hustling about to get the slime off of her body. She put her hands to her face, feeling a cold steel faceplate covering the lower half of her jaw. Her filters had been put on her, that meant that the atmosphere of where she was wasn’t breathable. She sighed, wiping her body against the floor to rid herself of the nasty liquid. She squeezed her hair out, noticing that her clothes hadn’t quite made the journey with her. “Ah, d**n it.” Her gloves were torn and her scars were twitching from being whipped through space. “Where the hell…?” She still had her ankle bracers on, which was good, and she knew that she had to really work her muscles back into walking on the different gravity pull. She did a few squats, followed by a few kicks, and finally got used to it. “Let’s see….more gravity…hrm….” She trailed off, thinking and wandering in circles. Then, a sliver of light brushed her face. It was sunlight from the outside. She smiled and headed out of the damp and dark rock abode, leaving a pile of crystal shards and slime behind for whomever to clean up. She needed to find out what the hell brought her here and fast so she could return to Neverwere.