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Blood of the Drow. Venom of the whip.

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Drayden Calamyr
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 2:21 pm Post subject: Blood of the Drow. Venom of the whip. Reply with quote

A Drow amongst Drow. However long that would last. He learned long ago that alliances seldom lasted very long. These thoughts were in his mind as he made his way home from Umbra. Drayden's evening had been rather uneventful. The small band of Drow he had begun associating with seemed trustworthy enough, but the very essence of Drow culture thrives on chaos and betrayal. Drayden pondered this as he stepped into the safety of his newly erected home. The place was mostly empty but it was secluded in the desert and he could find relative peace here even if only for a few moments. As he settled his gaze out the window, memories forgotten emerged...

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Time seemed to have passed without his knowledge. It could have been hours, days or even weeks since he had first been brought to this small network of caves. His memory of the time here was hard to track...
"Calamyr.... Natha kaas dal l' yibin treiw darthien d' ssussun."
The voice was definitely female. Spoken as only a female drow could say those words. He stayed silent, the taste of blood from the previous beatings still fresh in his mouth. The last times however, he seemed to be spared the wrath of this female. Drayden had a feeling that was about to end today.
"Dosst ilharn zhah natha gareth jaluk. Drill dosst vlos zhah tsak...tsak a l' yibinss d'lil shinduago."
He watched this female approach him, in her hand she held something coiled up, he could not tell what. Drayden found it impossible to move, as there were magical bonds holding him to a backless chair. She stared at him with her fierce red eyes, her mouth half hanging open in an vicious grin as she saw powerful yet prone Drow male before her.
"Xun dos ajak l' kaas Do'Rhett?"
Drayden could only nod weakly. Of course he remembered the name. Alaundril Do'Rhett first son of House Do'Rhett, his father. "Yes."
"Ol quallan uns'aa ulu zhaun nindel dosst ilhar tois a ussta rahi, whol ol zhah Usstan vel'uss zhal'la inbal tlus dosst ilhar."
Drayden heard the words clearly. The thoughts were becoming more clear now, he knew this woman. He had seen her for a brief moment over his mother's dying body, and what he thought was his father's dead corpse.
"Nin...tesso uns'aa dosst kaas lu' qu'ellar, jaluk." The Drow woman watched him intently, hanging on to each moment with such passion and venom.
"Drayden of House Calamyr." Drayden spoke it with as much strength as he could muster. By now, the female had gone to stand behind him, out of his view...
"Calamyr zhah nau qu'ellar Usstan zhaun..." Drayden heard the crack of a whip and was almost knocked over as it bit into his flesh. He could feel the heads biting, feel the warmth of his blood running down his back. There was a screech of pleasure from the whip as it struck his flesh.
He could hear the drow female laugh with glee.
"Vel'bol qu'ellar ph' dos dal jaluk?!" The question came again...
"House Calamyr!" Drayden replied, his mind muddled with agony.
This time the female stood before him, he enjoyment of this was obvious in her demonic red eyes. She only laughed again and brought the whip up, sending its three snake heads to bit deeply into his chest.
Drayden slumped, feeling his blood running down his skin. He could feel the snake's venom burning in his wounds and veins.
It was dead quiet for a few moments and then the female came back into view. Through his blurred vision he could see she was perhaps one of the most beautiful drow women he had come across. An irony that she was taking such pleasure in making him bleed. She crouched in front of him, her face merely a few inches from his own and hissed,
"Os ph' l' dalharuk d' Alaundril Do'Rhett. Dos orn realize vel'uss dos ph' ulnin z'lonzic...jaluk."
She laughed and grinned viciously before kissing him deeply, and then slapping him hard across the face with the handle of the whip, sending him into darkness.

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