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Of Necromancy and Nobility;; Part 5 |
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Ahri stood tall at the entrance to the catacombs; Crevan stood behind her. Once they had unlocked the gate, she stepped forward, and not a word was uttered. He frowned, but kept his snout tightly locked. She looked back as they slammed the iron gate closed behind her, and Crevan felt his heart break.
The sand cat listened intently, moving toward the main chamber, feeling around for the dead that lingered there, calling them to her. They followed, the ones that were still together somewhat carrying those that only remained as bones.
She heard the rumbling long before the minotaur came into view. It was large – a good eight or nine feet from horn tip to hooves, and it was angry. It lowered its great head, preparing to charge. Ahri hissed, but gracefully dodged every obvious attack from the glorified bull. As some of the skeletons began to stir, the sand cat began to dance. The skeletons began to dance with her as they collected their various parts together. The minotaur made an attempt at rushing her, but was stopped by dozens of skeletons. The necromancer grinned.
Then there was another. The second minotaur seemed to come out of nowhere, goring her straight through the abdomen. There was seething pain, then glorious blackness.
But it was not the end.
A soft paw touched her chest and spoke to her as a white light overtook her vision. A white leopard with vivid green eyes and silky white hair was crouched over her. Ahri looked at the beautiful creature, and shifted nervously.
“I am Citlali. Do not be frightened, demon kit. I am here to heal that which is of my creation. The other belongs to my mate, the High Demon Lord. He will heal you as well.”
She felt warmth flood her. There was no way this was reality. She had to be dead. As she thought this, another voice slid into her mind, and her vision on the other side became red fire as the rusty orange rabbit with cream swirls, brown hair, and black horns knelt beside her as well.
“I am Zay. I will heal you, demon kit. You must live. And you must forgive that your destiny may be achieved. For gods and land you must fight.”
Fire coursed through her veins, and there was suddenly no more pain. She tried to open her eyes. She couldn't. The light faded. The fire flared once more, then died.
As she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by burning minotaur flesh. She stumbled her way back to the entrance, and the guards let her back through, only for her to collapse on the snow-covered stairs at the entrance.
xRiniel · Wed Feb 08, 2012 @ 12:14pm · 0 Comments |
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