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PostPosted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:24 pm Post subject: Reflections of Refractions Reply with quote
Ceinwyn ab'Arawn stood on the terrace, staring into the wooded grove enshrouding the sandstone dwelling.

Seryas must not enter the fray.

War was being whispered everywhere. It was on the tip of everyone's tongue, it was hovering around every corner, waiting behind every door. The air was thrumming in nervous expectation. She could feel it, and knew it was only a matter of time. With the recent rumor of a weak pact between Zento and Sanctus, a feeling of momentary peace could be felt. People everywhere were either feeling relieved or disappointed. Ceinwyn was one of the latter.

She wanted the chance to relieve Talon of his fabled sword, Ice, and his head, while she was at it.

Who better fitting to own such a sword?

She was anxious to go to war and have done with it, already. Her birthday was not far off and she had promised herself that she would destroy Trinsic this year. This war was encroaching upon her own plans.

Turning, she looked over her shoulder through the doorway and saw Seryas, entranced in some tome he had found in his travels. She returned her gaze to the woods. Hopefully, he would find some reason to be out of town or some ancient book to search for while the war waged. She could not risk him taking an active part in the battle.

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When Kryphon had disappeared, leaving her to live in Morn Cirith, she had been assaulted by the voices of her mind. A myriad of assailants which could not be fought with sword or magic. Indeed, even if she took the risk of explaining her state of mind to anyone that might understand, it was unlikely that anyone could help. The task of trying to read a mind such as hers would most likely drive the willing savior mad, in the process. The Malkavian mind is a maze, the paths of which not even the Malkavian, herself, knows the maps of.

So she had just carried on with her unlife, dealing with the clamberous voices each day and night. Never a moment's peace to herself. The blood she required to survive did not bring any respite. She was fast reaching the limit of her sanity, if she had not yet passed it. The effort to appear as normal was breaking her, and she was helpless to resist it much longer. Such was her state of mind when she had found herself in the unexpected presence once again of Seryas Triasmos.

She tried not to focus on him as he spoke to her. She was still angry at him. She kept her head turned away and did not wish to meet his gaze. But, thoughts of the past pushed through the voices in her mind and she remembered all that she had been through with this man. She didn't want to hear his words, but he continued, determined to be heard, as was his way. He spoke to her of solitude, he spoke to her of love. He wanted her. Forever.

And as he spoke to her, the tumultuous noises in her mind slowly silenced. His voice was driving the chaos out of her mind. For the first time in what seemed like forever, she felt at peace.

Ceinwyn lifted her head to view him as he towered over her. He met her gaze with his solid black pupil-less eyes. Eyes that never betrayed his true emotions. Eyes that were incapable of doing such. She could read the sincerity in his thoughts, knew he spoke true. She had faced the insanity alone for so long, and here he was offering a chance to grasp normality. She could only agree to give him another chance.

As weeks became months, they grew closer. Sharing a discipline, they could thought-speak with each other, and became familiar with the patterns of each other's mind. This type of communication on such a regular basis bred a rare type of intimacy for them.

One day, as she perused his library while he was out, she discovered a book containing knowledge she had only previously been warned about. The Art of Blood-Bonding. She had been warned that blood bonds make slaves of people, even of vampires. The book went into more detail, however. It explained that you can be mutually blood bound.

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Vampires who already have feelings for each other, sometimes share blood to create a mutual blood bond. Neither is able to harm or betray the other.
Once fully bonded, one can no longer bond oneself toward another.
One can't strengthen one's feelings toward ANYONE except the one they are blood bound to.


She had discovered the answer that for so long she had sought. No more would a loved one be used against her. The blood bond would bind her to one person, true, but it would remove any emotion she felt toward anyone else and harden her against everyone. Never again would she be hurt by one she had foolishly let slip past her defenses.

When she had mentioned her desire to bond with Seryas upon his return home, he had agreed to it. As time passed, the ritual was completed. Bound to each other through a ritual that was more binding than marriage and which only enforced their feelings for each other.
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That was why Seryas had to remain out of the battle. His death would break the bond. She had nightmares in which she imagined him surrounded by a sea of swords and other sharp weapons. She didn't know if he was aware of it, but she was frequently jolted from sleep with such visions. The rest was not something she normally needed, but she wasn't in the habit of feeding regularly, so it was taking its toll. She had been jumpy lately, and more than a few in town had felt the sting of her remarks.

She had taken to immersing herself in fighting and bloodshed, to prepare for the coming war and to take her mind off of things and to relieve stress. She would be ready when it came time to act in the name of Astaroth.

Sighing, she went inside to prepare her weapons and armor for another day of hard use.
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