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Chapter 3 of Cage!
Here is Chapter 3. Once again this is the rough, rough draft. Thee is spelling error. I will clean it up later. Please give it and the other chapters a read.: Falen was tired when he hit the North Opening to Inland Gate. He didn't really like the figures over the Gate. Even though he had been here once or twice with Paja in last two yesters, he didn't know the city well. He didn't know the lay out or that if he walked the outer rim he had to have some way of identified himself to various Emperials. So he moved into the middle of the city but found the beings there were less than friendly. Luckily a very pretty and nice she apporached him and they exchanged tales. She really wanted to get to know Falen better and he promised if he didn't find who he was looking for he would be back to visit with her. He left her with a cute look of disappointment and moved south down the Seller Path. The she had tod him about a huge Slag who had been moving down the Seller Path South.
Falen hoped that not all Slag looked like Oarin and he was chasing after the wrong Slag. Oarin was dark like the shadows but with hair so pale it almost seemed like living metal. His eyes matched the hair with only a slight tint of blue or maybe it was green but a being had to be real close to see. Falen had a chance when Oarin had gotten close up to look in to falen's eyes as well . What he had been looking for, Falen was unsure but it gave him an up and close look at Oarin. He was very hairy but the hair was so pale it couldn't been seen until a being was up close. Most of Oarin head was shaved with one strip of really long pieces all tied up to create a long hair rope down his back. A long bread down his chin with a long mustashe blending down pat his chin also bounded up like a hair rope. Paja had grey hair and light blue eyes almost slilver but with more color than Oarin's. Paja couldn't be a Slag because Slags were allowed to own property but the contrst between the two men was interesting to Falen who had not ever been off of Lueve and had only seen Emperials who were more like Falen's own coloring.
Falen knew Paja was considered very wealthy because Emperial Highness Nachoon's household traded with Paja, or at least he sent his own personal traders for the very best Noirflora petals and various items made from the plant as well as an Empire's worth of seeds. Falen loved to watch the sellers and traders come down the path from Inland Gate. In all of their finery to impress on Paja their importance to the Emperial Highness. Falen had always wanted to visit the Emperial homeland, the island of Magin where the Empire survive the Morrow Then days. It was thrilling to him that he had traveled down the same path, they had used to get to the farm, he had use to get here...
Here...He looked up and was taken back by Oarin filling his vision up. He was standing in front of a large garden with Spyrul flowers and Grason trees all around him as well as a few Noriaflora bushes beginning to bloom. They only bloomed in the dark or near dark. Fear surged up into his throat and all he had been thinking about disappeared as Oarin filled his mind. He wasn't sure if it was still a good idea to follow Oarin or to even speak to him. Maybe staying with Paja and waiting for a Lexe was the better idea and whether or not it was too late to go back. It is possible Paja was right and Falen was bit too eager to get in trouble. Maybe.... maybe this Slag would kill him and strip him of all he had and then eat him. Did Slags eat beings? Looking at Oarin and seeing him with those dead eyes and arrogant stance, Falen could almost believe it. He tried to bring up all he knew of Slag but suddenly his head seemed very empty expect for something Paja was always saying to him,”Falen ya listen and keep in ya head. The HeiRo needs all things to wind.” This was usually followed by tap on Falen's head. A seep of longing for that taap almost drowned out the fear....almost.
How does a being get as big as the one standing in front of him. And it wasn't just his size or the he stood but how he was dressed and wearing his weapons in the open. On his walk here, he saw no dressed like Oarin. Even the Empire guards kept their weapons covered. Here in Inland Gate he had seen others with covered weapons and poles (he wasn't sure how poles could be a weapon so he might be mistaken on thinking they were weapons.) Falen waited for the moment when Oarin would hail him, but the dark man just kept standing there like some of the beings who worked on the farm who have used to much of the Noirflora. Maybe there was nothing to fear or maybe the empti was waiting for the HeiRo to come and guide him.
Falen's spirit took on a thought which helped him get his voice. Hew was the HeiRo, he was the one who would save the world and make it save from those who would destroy it. He pushed himself and stood tall with false bravo. “Oi, Oarin, Falen.” he held a hand up palm facing Oarin. Oarin did a slight bow of his head but didn't make a sound or move, so Falen moved slowly towards him. When Falen was close enough to touch him, Oarin looked into his eyes and said,
“Falen, seed not of Paja.” Falen wasn't sure how to answer, so he bowed as he had been taught. It was how greetings were exchanged in the Seats of Power in all of the Empire. Oarin didn't return the bow but said. “HeiRo, I am at your demand.” So Falen had been right, Oarin did know about Falen's Morow Now and Further.
Wanting all he could learn, Falen took on a commanding voice, “Tell me all about my Morrow Further, my destiny.”
Oarin paused a moment and Falen felt a surge of excitement which was lost when Oarin responded in a low voice “ It is Morrow Now you need to know. Come.” And he turned to head toward the rest-in behind them. Falen didn't know what else to do but to folow even though he was sure now that he truly was HeiRo and he should be doing the leading, he didn't know where to lead.
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Oarin in his stance while waiting for the Whispers, saw beings, many going into the Caged Spyrul-it seemed to be the spot for Inland Gate. He knew from being through Inland Gate twice, that some thing new had been brought here because this was the first time the Whispers which have travel with him since he was young ever pulled him around while being in Inland Gate. Oarin understood that lust was a powerful thing but it seem it had to be more being offered in there than just flesh, there was just too much activity going on. Most of the flesh would either be making some kind of payment or the flesh would all be Slags. No other being could be owned except Slags. Besides the Marxs, the silver coloring in skin, hair or eyes were also another way to know if a being was a Slag. For the Slags without silver, Marxs were the only way to tell and those had to be gotten by a bond. None silver Slags were very popular as flesh because they were rare. It may be the new attraction in the Caged Spyrul was a non silver Slag.
With Falen following Oarn stepped over the threshold of the side door. The door which the two she beings had come through to find him in the garden. Near the door was the Lesnes who had brought him tea, he didn't acknowledge it, it wasn't there. His eyes caught the icons of the new faith, one which had many different beings and dead Emperials of the Empire represented as gods. Lead by the HeiRo fo the Morrow Now Further. If Falen wanted to know about his Morrow Further, all he had to do was study the new faith. In his travels, Oarin had seen many types of art depicting such tales of the HeiRo.
The Roeganers had spoke tales of the first picture created on a rock cliff overlooking one of the 1st settlements on Krilen. Many Roeganers believed it was to scare the Slag and to give others false Hope that the Punishment was false. But without the Punishment, the Roegas would never have gotten strong enough to help the Mother and themselves. It is promise after the Punishment, Slags would be free and the dead would be rewarded with life or Paradise in the Sideways Path if they so wished it. Lones would be able to petition a forgiveness and the Lesnes would find their souls if they were strong enough. Oarin was brought out of his head by the song of joy the Whispers were pulsing with. There was something here that was part of them. Oarin felt a shiver of excitement. Even the Lesnes seemed to feel the pulse in the air. Only the short , squat being hurrying over to Oarin seem oblivious to the charge in the air.
Oarin didn't stop moving into the room till he was in the center of a circular waiting room. At one time it was much more elegant but only some of the materials in the room had been taken care of. Falen steped in behind Oarin and moved past him looking in all directions like a bobbing looking for prey. Oarin was beginning to think the little HeiRo had a lot to learn about the world. It would be up to Oarin to teach him.
Oarin counted four doors on the same floor as them and a stariway which spiraled around the room just like the flower the rest-in was named after. There was most likely another door up there to the outer rim for the wealthy to visit the rest-in. Inland gate had lots of balconies which were connected so the wealthy and powerful never had to touch the street. The floor at his feet show the signs of age from long ago, way back in Morrow Then before the Empire was born. The stairway was a bit younger but still older than some of the wall materials. The design suggested before Inland Gate became the port city but after the figures were placed on the gates. This building was part of the Quazian culture from the Morrow Then.
“Oii, ya not allowed in here.....” The being stopped when it saw Falen. Giving him a look from top to bottom, it said, “Ah, Sah does this Slag belong to ya?” Falen looked at her, than at Oarina nd a sly smile came to his mouth. He knew he had to wait for here to bow first to establish rank. His rank had to be higher than hers, so he would wait until she bowed. She reminded him of some of the nannies back on the farm. He didn't have to wait long for her to bow and then he bowed back. She seemed very exicted for Falen to be here, maybe the size of Oarin spoke of wealth of any who owned a Slag like him.
“Follow, Sah I have all kinds here for Emperials. “ She rang a charm on her neck and the doors open, letting in another small being. Oarin notice this one looked a lot like the small being who had served him. Maybe bondlings. This one was guiding another being, tall being which smelled like a she to Oarin and was most likely flesh sold here. The Whispers shot off him in a burst of light, color and sound to caused wind to rush up and settle around this new being. The Whisper sang of joy and small voices spoke”her, her, ya must free her. Her, her her, you must bring her. “ Over and over as the Whispers flew all around the being carassing her haiir and face. 'her, her her, she must be with us, we must be with her, you must be with her.” Oarin watched as the new being reacted to the Whispers and looked straight into his eyes, a feat few ever did or completed depending on what was going on at the time. Oarin stood frozen as eyes rimmed with power looked straight into his. In a flash shorter than a heart beat but longer than his own life, he stood still looking into eyes convented familitaty and awness. As soon as they were connected the flow was gone. Where once there were silver upon silver eyes now there were only brilliant green like the leaves of the Tree. A rare color here in the Empire where browns and blues were the norm and even a few black on black but not green. He noted that the green eyes and pale hair was most likely one of the reasons she was a flesher but it was also the fact she was the Cage. Beings would feel the love of the Mother through her for a payment and for a moment their lives would be perfect.
Oarin felt the lust radiating off of Falen, the rest-in owner and even the little being holding the Cage's leash. He felt the anger that they would look upon a piece of the Mother, a piece which was in all likely hood the kind, loving Mother as something of a play thing. He fought the urge to kill them all until the Whispers told him what to do. But the Whispers were strangely quiet at this time, like they had drunk too much and now had to sleep off the effects. Oarin would have to access the situation and deiced what was needed. He couldn't kill the HeiRo, the one who would make the world safe and whole. The one who would save the mother, the one Oarin had to protect as well as the Cage. So for now Falen was safe but Oarin didn't have to like him to protect him. It had been foretold since Morrow Then that Oarin would do everything in his powers to make sure the HeiRo made the Mother whole and Oarin would break the Cage.
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Falen turned away from the little she in front of him when he heard a door open to the side of him. He watched as another small but younger she came through the door leading another being with a rope of quaz. The rope itself was worth more than Falen could ever image owning but it was the she attached to it that made him stop, he stop breathing, thinking and moving. This she made him aware of every part of his body and how it ached to be close to her. Tall, almost as tall as Oarin, she was taller than Falen but only by a bit, well at least a bit that would matter if they were sitting down. Her hair was the color of the pollen in the Noirflora, a gold so light it look almost clear with out color. Eyes green like the Bliss only darker and lighter at the same time. Falen let his eyes follow her hair down past her hips, hair which looked soft and light as it moved with the slight wind which was blowing through the rest-in from the Bliss. Her face was like many of the shes from the Magin Court. Falen kept up with the fashion with the court as much as he could, paying traders for information and talking to Emperials when they visited the farm. Round face with large eyes, and lips. The lips spoke to him with out moving, promising joy with just a slight brush of them on his skin. Falen might be innocent about the world but in the ways of flesh he had a bit more experience. He had been the sought after being on the farm and by any visitor who stayed. Many shes had stated they wanted a spawn with his coloring. It was considered lucky by all in the Empire, the color of the young bud of the Noirflora, red so red it didn't seem natural on a being.
Watching the she in front of them, Falen realized there was something aluring about her to him. Some kind of almost unatural feeling, a pull making him feel like he had been eating Noirflora petals, dreamy almost. Even so he wanted her in ways he had never ever wanted anything else in his life. He doubted he had enough payment to have her and he had to have her, to feel her against him, to hold her gently and not gently, to taste her, to make her lust after him. She had to be his now and forever. He, no one else, was to possess her. He felt powerful and would fight any who stood in his way. Even Oarin......Oarin.....Oaring, the thought of Oarin was like a wave of water from the well, deep and dark and cold, so cold it hurt. Oarin who caused a deep fear within him. Falen turn away from the object of his lust to look at Oarin.
Falen saw that Oarin was starting at the tall she but there was no lust in his eyes, only determination. Oarin began to move forward toward her as the the smaller she in front pulled the taller one forward with a bit of a hard pull causing the tall she to almost fall. Falen was shocked to see a flicker of anger in Oarin's eyes and felt that chill once more. The older, smaller she stepped in front of Oarin but addressed Falen putting the shes behind her.
“Oh Sah, She is the best in the Caged Spyrul. You have a good eye for flesh. Shis Lovely Dahl and her cost is based on your want.” The being in front of Oarin, smiled a somewhat toothless grin and had a look calulating greed. Her flesh bunched up with the smile reminding Falen of the dough from which drouls were made of, the sweet dough like bread for fun times on the farm. “She is like a dream, a dream which leaves you wanting more while being satsified, a dream which tastes so sweet you can not wait until sleep. She has been trained at the College of Sound to bring out the best pleasures one can think of.”
Falen began to feel a fear, a fear from somewhere else, a fear which was a warning of something bad was going to begin. It was a sense he had all his life, one which Paja said came from the Sideways Path. Falen wasn't sure he believe in the Sideways Path but he knew when to be wary of the time in the Morrow Now when the feeling came. He watched Oarin out of the corner of his eye. Did the Slag have the needed amount since it seemed he too was interested in the tall she. Could Falen somehow bargain with Oarin to pool their wealth and share this rare fruit of lust.
Just as falen was deciding to speak with Oarin, Oarin who had stopped in front of the small she, looked down with a white fire in his eyes. The small she opened her mouth to speak and then without ever seeing him move, Falen was feeling something hitting his foot and a wetness on his flesh. He looked down and nearly fell backwards because the small beings head with its eyes wide and mouth still open was bumping his foot. As soon as he could understand what he was looking at he realized he smelled her blood, the purple blood splashed on him, on the shes behind her. He knew Oarin was now moving forward to grab the tall she's hands and was bowing down in front of her but all Falen could do was stare at the head which had lost all it's life by now. He looked up and saw the other small being with her mouth open in a silent scream, her throat working to produce sound but for all the work nothing came out. Part of him notice she had no tongue which might explain why there was not sound. He looked up to see Oarn pulling the tall she behind him as he moved past Falen. Falen felt the chill of fear pool in his stomach but knew it was because of what Oarin had done not because something bad was going to happen because that had already been done. Even though it was just a flash in the Morrow Now it seem like it was all going on in the Morrow Ever till Oarin walked past and said.
“Come little HeiRoe, we have a place to go. There is a slise we need to be on soon.” and he continued out the door behind them. Falen took one last look at the other she still standing there with her mouth open and watched as she pulled a small black sharp from her bag on her hip and pulled it across her throat. Falen was appalled as her face changed to joy. 'Why would she show joy at her death? What was happening in his world? But he turned to follow Oarin out the door not knowing what else to do. He had to run to catch up with Oarin, 'why did it feel like he was always running after the Slag...should the HeiRoe be leading. It was a thought which keep circling as he raced toward the South Opening to the Bliss
Falen hoped that not all Slag looked like Oarin and he was chasing after the wrong Slag. Oarin was dark like the shadows but with hair so pale it almost seemed like living metal. His eyes matched the hair with only a slight tint of blue or maybe it was green but a being had to be real close to see. Falen had a chance when Oarin had gotten close up to look in to falen's eyes as well . What he had been looking for, Falen was unsure but it gave him an up and close look at Oarin. He was very hairy but the hair was so pale it couldn't been seen until a being was up close. Most of Oarin head was shaved with one strip of really long pieces all tied up to create a long hair rope down his back. A long bread down his chin with a long mustashe blending down pat his chin also bounded up like a hair rope. Paja had grey hair and light blue eyes almost slilver but with more color than Oarin's. Paja couldn't be a Slag because Slags were allowed to own property but the contrst between the two men was interesting to Falen who had not ever been off of Lueve and had only seen Emperials who were more like Falen's own coloring.
Falen knew Paja was considered very wealthy because Emperial Highness Nachoon's household traded with Paja, or at least he sent his own personal traders for the very best Noirflora petals and various items made from the plant as well as an Empire's worth of seeds. Falen loved to watch the sellers and traders come down the path from Inland Gate. In all of their finery to impress on Paja their importance to the Emperial Highness. Falen had always wanted to visit the Emperial homeland, the island of Magin where the Empire survive the Morrow Then days. It was thrilling to him that he had traveled down the same path, they had used to get to the farm, he had use to get here...
Here...He looked up and was taken back by Oarin filling his vision up. He was standing in front of a large garden with Spyrul flowers and Grason trees all around him as well as a few Noriaflora bushes beginning to bloom. They only bloomed in the dark or near dark. Fear surged up into his throat and all he had been thinking about disappeared as Oarin filled his mind. He wasn't sure if it was still a good idea to follow Oarin or to even speak to him. Maybe staying with Paja and waiting for a Lexe was the better idea and whether or not it was too late to go back. It is possible Paja was right and Falen was bit too eager to get in trouble. Maybe.... maybe this Slag would kill him and strip him of all he had and then eat him. Did Slags eat beings? Looking at Oarin and seeing him with those dead eyes and arrogant stance, Falen could almost believe it. He tried to bring up all he knew of Slag but suddenly his head seemed very empty expect for something Paja was always saying to him,”Falen ya listen and keep in ya head. The HeiRo needs all things to wind.” This was usually followed by tap on Falen's head. A seep of longing for that taap almost drowned out the fear....almost.
How does a being get as big as the one standing in front of him. And it wasn't just his size or the he stood but how he was dressed and wearing his weapons in the open. On his walk here, he saw no dressed like Oarin. Even the Empire guards kept their weapons covered. Here in Inland Gate he had seen others with covered weapons and poles (he wasn't sure how poles could be a weapon so he might be mistaken on thinking they were weapons.) Falen waited for the moment when Oarin would hail him, but the dark man just kept standing there like some of the beings who worked on the farm who have used to much of the Noirflora. Maybe there was nothing to fear or maybe the empti was waiting for the HeiRo to come and guide him.
Falen's spirit took on a thought which helped him get his voice. Hew was the HeiRo, he was the one who would save the world and make it save from those who would destroy it. He pushed himself and stood tall with false bravo. “Oi, Oarin, Falen.” he held a hand up palm facing Oarin. Oarin did a slight bow of his head but didn't make a sound or move, so Falen moved slowly towards him. When Falen was close enough to touch him, Oarin looked into his eyes and said,
“Falen, seed not of Paja.” Falen wasn't sure how to answer, so he bowed as he had been taught. It was how greetings were exchanged in the Seats of Power in all of the Empire. Oarin didn't return the bow but said. “HeiRo, I am at your demand.” So Falen had been right, Oarin did know about Falen's Morow Now and Further.
Wanting all he could learn, Falen took on a commanding voice, “Tell me all about my Morrow Further, my destiny.”
Oarin paused a moment and Falen felt a surge of excitement which was lost when Oarin responded in a low voice “ It is Morrow Now you need to know. Come.” And he turned to head toward the rest-in behind them. Falen didn't know what else to do but to folow even though he was sure now that he truly was HeiRo and he should be doing the leading, he didn't know where to lead.
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Oarin in his stance while waiting for the Whispers, saw beings, many going into the Caged Spyrul-it seemed to be the spot for Inland Gate. He knew from being through Inland Gate twice, that some thing new had been brought here because this was the first time the Whispers which have travel with him since he was young ever pulled him around while being in Inland Gate. Oarin understood that lust was a powerful thing but it seem it had to be more being offered in there than just flesh, there was just too much activity going on. Most of the flesh would either be making some kind of payment or the flesh would all be Slags. No other being could be owned except Slags. Besides the Marxs, the silver coloring in skin, hair or eyes were also another way to know if a being was a Slag. For the Slags without silver, Marxs were the only way to tell and those had to be gotten by a bond. None silver Slags were very popular as flesh because they were rare. It may be the new attraction in the Caged Spyrul was a non silver Slag.
With Falen following Oarn stepped over the threshold of the side door. The door which the two she beings had come through to find him in the garden. Near the door was the Lesnes who had brought him tea, he didn't acknowledge it, it wasn't there. His eyes caught the icons of the new faith, one which had many different beings and dead Emperials of the Empire represented as gods. Lead by the HeiRo fo the Morrow Now Further. If Falen wanted to know about his Morrow Further, all he had to do was study the new faith. In his travels, Oarin had seen many types of art depicting such tales of the HeiRo.
The Roeganers had spoke tales of the first picture created on a rock cliff overlooking one of the 1st settlements on Krilen. Many Roeganers believed it was to scare the Slag and to give others false Hope that the Punishment was false. But without the Punishment, the Roegas would never have gotten strong enough to help the Mother and themselves. It is promise after the Punishment, Slags would be free and the dead would be rewarded with life or Paradise in the Sideways Path if they so wished it. Lones would be able to petition a forgiveness and the Lesnes would find their souls if they were strong enough. Oarin was brought out of his head by the song of joy the Whispers were pulsing with. There was something here that was part of them. Oarin felt a shiver of excitement. Even the Lesnes seemed to feel the pulse in the air. Only the short , squat being hurrying over to Oarin seem oblivious to the charge in the air.
Oarin didn't stop moving into the room till he was in the center of a circular waiting room. At one time it was much more elegant but only some of the materials in the room had been taken care of. Falen steped in behind Oarin and moved past him looking in all directions like a bobbing looking for prey. Oarin was beginning to think the little HeiRo had a lot to learn about the world. It would be up to Oarin to teach him.
Oarin counted four doors on the same floor as them and a stariway which spiraled around the room just like the flower the rest-in was named after. There was most likely another door up there to the outer rim for the wealthy to visit the rest-in. Inland gate had lots of balconies which were connected so the wealthy and powerful never had to touch the street. The floor at his feet show the signs of age from long ago, way back in Morrow Then before the Empire was born. The stairway was a bit younger but still older than some of the wall materials. The design suggested before Inland Gate became the port city but after the figures were placed on the gates. This building was part of the Quazian culture from the Morrow Then.
“Oii, ya not allowed in here.....” The being stopped when it saw Falen. Giving him a look from top to bottom, it said, “Ah, Sah does this Slag belong to ya?” Falen looked at her, than at Oarina nd a sly smile came to his mouth. He knew he had to wait for here to bow first to establish rank. His rank had to be higher than hers, so he would wait until she bowed. She reminded him of some of the nannies back on the farm. He didn't have to wait long for her to bow and then he bowed back. She seemed very exicted for Falen to be here, maybe the size of Oarin spoke of wealth of any who owned a Slag like him.
“Follow, Sah I have all kinds here for Emperials. “ She rang a charm on her neck and the doors open, letting in another small being. Oarin notice this one looked a lot like the small being who had served him. Maybe bondlings. This one was guiding another being, tall being which smelled like a she to Oarin and was most likely flesh sold here. The Whispers shot off him in a burst of light, color and sound to caused wind to rush up and settle around this new being. The Whisper sang of joy and small voices spoke”her, her, ya must free her. Her, her her, you must bring her. “ Over and over as the Whispers flew all around the being carassing her haiir and face. 'her, her her, she must be with us, we must be with her, you must be with her.” Oarin watched as the new being reacted to the Whispers and looked straight into his eyes, a feat few ever did or completed depending on what was going on at the time. Oarin stood frozen as eyes rimmed with power looked straight into his. In a flash shorter than a heart beat but longer than his own life, he stood still looking into eyes convented familitaty and awness. As soon as they were connected the flow was gone. Where once there were silver upon silver eyes now there were only brilliant green like the leaves of the Tree. A rare color here in the Empire where browns and blues were the norm and even a few black on black but not green. He noted that the green eyes and pale hair was most likely one of the reasons she was a flesher but it was also the fact she was the Cage. Beings would feel the love of the Mother through her for a payment and for a moment their lives would be perfect.
Oarin felt the lust radiating off of Falen, the rest-in owner and even the little being holding the Cage's leash. He felt the anger that they would look upon a piece of the Mother, a piece which was in all likely hood the kind, loving Mother as something of a play thing. He fought the urge to kill them all until the Whispers told him what to do. But the Whispers were strangely quiet at this time, like they had drunk too much and now had to sleep off the effects. Oarin would have to access the situation and deiced what was needed. He couldn't kill the HeiRo, the one who would make the world safe and whole. The one who would save the mother, the one Oarin had to protect as well as the Cage. So for now Falen was safe but Oarin didn't have to like him to protect him. It had been foretold since Morrow Then that Oarin would do everything in his powers to make sure the HeiRo made the Mother whole and Oarin would break the Cage.
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Falen turned away from the little she in front of him when he heard a door open to the side of him. He watched as another small but younger she came through the door leading another being with a rope of quaz. The rope itself was worth more than Falen could ever image owning but it was the she attached to it that made him stop, he stop breathing, thinking and moving. This she made him aware of every part of his body and how it ached to be close to her. Tall, almost as tall as Oarin, she was taller than Falen but only by a bit, well at least a bit that would matter if they were sitting down. Her hair was the color of the pollen in the Noirflora, a gold so light it look almost clear with out color. Eyes green like the Bliss only darker and lighter at the same time. Falen let his eyes follow her hair down past her hips, hair which looked soft and light as it moved with the slight wind which was blowing through the rest-in from the Bliss. Her face was like many of the shes from the Magin Court. Falen kept up with the fashion with the court as much as he could, paying traders for information and talking to Emperials when they visited the farm. Round face with large eyes, and lips. The lips spoke to him with out moving, promising joy with just a slight brush of them on his skin. Falen might be innocent about the world but in the ways of flesh he had a bit more experience. He had been the sought after being on the farm and by any visitor who stayed. Many shes had stated they wanted a spawn with his coloring. It was considered lucky by all in the Empire, the color of the young bud of the Noirflora, red so red it didn't seem natural on a being.
Watching the she in front of them, Falen realized there was something aluring about her to him. Some kind of almost unatural feeling, a pull making him feel like he had been eating Noirflora petals, dreamy almost. Even so he wanted her in ways he had never ever wanted anything else in his life. He doubted he had enough payment to have her and he had to have her, to feel her against him, to hold her gently and not gently, to taste her, to make her lust after him. She had to be his now and forever. He, no one else, was to possess her. He felt powerful and would fight any who stood in his way. Even Oarin......Oarin.....Oaring, the thought of Oarin was like a wave of water from the well, deep and dark and cold, so cold it hurt. Oarin who caused a deep fear within him. Falen turn away from the object of his lust to look at Oarin.
Falen saw that Oarin was starting at the tall she but there was no lust in his eyes, only determination. Oarin began to move forward toward her as the the smaller she in front pulled the taller one forward with a bit of a hard pull causing the tall she to almost fall. Falen was shocked to see a flicker of anger in Oarin's eyes and felt that chill once more. The older, smaller she stepped in front of Oarin but addressed Falen putting the shes behind her.
“Oh Sah, She is the best in the Caged Spyrul. You have a good eye for flesh. Shis Lovely Dahl and her cost is based on your want.” The being in front of Oarin, smiled a somewhat toothless grin and had a look calulating greed. Her flesh bunched up with the smile reminding Falen of the dough from which drouls were made of, the sweet dough like bread for fun times on the farm. “She is like a dream, a dream which leaves you wanting more while being satsified, a dream which tastes so sweet you can not wait until sleep. She has been trained at the College of Sound to bring out the best pleasures one can think of.”
Falen began to feel a fear, a fear from somewhere else, a fear which was a warning of something bad was going to begin. It was a sense he had all his life, one which Paja said came from the Sideways Path. Falen wasn't sure he believe in the Sideways Path but he knew when to be wary of the time in the Morrow Now when the feeling came. He watched Oarin out of the corner of his eye. Did the Slag have the needed amount since it seemed he too was interested in the tall she. Could Falen somehow bargain with Oarin to pool their wealth and share this rare fruit of lust.
Just as falen was deciding to speak with Oarin, Oarin who had stopped in front of the small she, looked down with a white fire in his eyes. The small she opened her mouth to speak and then without ever seeing him move, Falen was feeling something hitting his foot and a wetness on his flesh. He looked down and nearly fell backwards because the small beings head with its eyes wide and mouth still open was bumping his foot. As soon as he could understand what he was looking at he realized he smelled her blood, the purple blood splashed on him, on the shes behind her. He knew Oarin was now moving forward to grab the tall she's hands and was bowing down in front of her but all Falen could do was stare at the head which had lost all it's life by now. He looked up and saw the other small being with her mouth open in a silent scream, her throat working to produce sound but for all the work nothing came out. Part of him notice she had no tongue which might explain why there was not sound. He looked up to see Oarn pulling the tall she behind him as he moved past Falen. Falen felt the chill of fear pool in his stomach but knew it was because of what Oarin had done not because something bad was going to happen because that had already been done. Even though it was just a flash in the Morrow Now it seem like it was all going on in the Morrow Ever till Oarin walked past and said.
“Come little HeiRoe, we have a place to go. There is a slise we need to be on soon.” and he continued out the door behind them. Falen took one last look at the other she still standing there with her mouth open and watched as she pulled a small black sharp from her bag on her hip and pulled it across her throat. Falen was appalled as her face changed to joy. 'Why would she show joy at her death? What was happening in his world? But he turned to follow Oarin out the door not knowing what else to do. He had to run to catch up with Oarin, 'why did it feel like he was always running after the Slag...should the HeiRoe be leading. It was a thought which keep circling as he raced toward the South Opening to the Bliss
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Summer Lands Madness Part One
Ezili was sitting on the bench trying suppress the urge to kick her feet outward in their pretty, pink glittery MaryJanes, with white socks cuffed with light almost white-blue thin ribbon edge folded down to her ankles. Golden skin the color of caramel dusted with brassy gold. The layers of blue lace from her silken; satin slip covered by a sky blue chiffon accented by a rich deep sapphire blue eyes, shiny and bright with life. A very pretty little girl dress drawing the color of her eyes out and showing the brilliant shine of her hair. The dress was the embodiment of childhood, classic beauty and cuteness. It had the old fashion collar of lace and puffed sleeves cuffed with the same lace as the slip, at the elbows. Her hands are covered by soft white gloves, her tiny hands and feet dressed up like a little lady were done so to covey a feeling of vulnerability.
Ezili's hair was long, silken and the color of sand that is dry and powdery, almost white, light blond. Her hair was pulled back by a cute, plain sapphire blue headband giving her a school girl innocent look and allowing one to view her big, wide innocent eyes. Ezili has a sharp heart face accenting her huge enchanting eyes thus giving her a haunting look of a little lost girl who need to be protected. Added to her beauty was a small bow mouth contain lips shinning with youthfulness of healthy pink. Ezili was like a living china doll, dress up for admiring but too delicate to touch.
Nevertheless touch was what her whole being elicit to many around her. With her eyes almost the same color as her dress shimmery with pain and sorrow hinting at tears just waiting to pool outward. Her mouth quivers with silent sobs and a bit of a pout from the perfect full bottom lip as the she gears up to produce a cry which may be needed ready to spring at the moment's notice as needed. If the audience needed further probing to make the right choice.
As the trial explodes around her, Ezili thinks for the uncountable time " oh how the mighty have fallen." She speaks this within her head and she isn't just referring to the man sitting in front of her waiting to be condemned by a jury of his peers, who once held him in high regard, but also about herself as well. Both her and him share in punishment and no matter what trickery was used to condemn it was proven that no one really cared if a being was innocent or not.
Once, long ago in the past history, Ezili was once a powerful player against evil men who raped, and slaughter children. She was feared and her name whisper to punish those who felt they were above punishment. She had thought she was invincible and valuable but she learned differently. She was once like this man in front of her, a carrier of justice and the punisher of sinners. But in all things power can corrupt, even other beings known as the divine such as angles, demons and even gods as humans like to call them. Immortal beings charged by the universe to help protect humans from themselves and others.
And like the man in front of her, she was falsely imprison in this body and had a curse put on her. But unlike this man who was just a part of a long chain of pawns in the balance of the universe, she had been a major player who was feared by immortals and mortals both. And in one stroke she was force to do injustice on men who she would have viewed as walking angles upon the earth.
Ezili fought the urge which comes up every time she is near the end of the curse as the mighty are brought down to be and punished. The urge to jump up and pull out her soul sword to bath the room in blood and save the man she had come to punish. All the others here had much more evil within their souls and they were going to be allowed to walk free, while this one human who had done the best for his race would be humiliate and scorn by those who once were his followers. Maybe this time a deep cut into the lives of these false beings would bring down the wrath of heaven upon her and end her forced imprisonment.
If for one moment, she truly believed such a thing could possibly happen she wouldn't hesitate to rip and tear out every single person's throat in this room but one thing she has learned in the last thousand years, was that no one in heaven or hell care about one imprisoned goddess, even one as strong as her. None care she was being punished injusticely because one god king in this reality felt she needed to learn a lesson. Which she learned very well, immortals could get away with any injustice they wanted even to meddle in justice and to imprison those who have been done injustice. Since she was the last and strongest goddess there was no other who could punish and protect.
Ezili sighed and the woman who was her kindly social worker, patted her shoulder to show support. If Ezili could be free just by feeding this woman's heart to chaos, she would but as she stared into the eyes of the man who was still confused and lost as to what had happen, she knew that wasn‘t the answer either. His eyes kept searching hers and she only felt hated towards him and his race. If onlythey hadn't been so weak to temptation, she would still be a goddess who lived as she should, powerful and in control. For a brief moment she was overcome by pity for a race who could barely protect itself and had no clue beyond their five senses. But that pity turned to fury, hate and vengeance which burned deep in her soul.
The hammer fell with a deafening roar, as the man was judged wrongly and the trial room slowly fades into the background as Ezili moves through time to her next victim. There is no rest for her, no time in which she could go home to her sacred area, a place she had not seen since her curse was place upon her. If the divine had gods they were just as ineffective as the human race and were unable to fulfill her wish for a way out, a way to be saved, a way to die. She looked down seeing her cloths slowly change into another cute, doll like fashion for the symbol of childhood that is budding into adolescence. Her small breasts are just buds with the nipples just becoming aware to the world. She hates these cloths more than being imprisoned in this ever-youthful body. She sometimes tried to engage divine beings passing by her on her way to the next target. Sometimes she was lucky to tangle with demons and they rewarded her with savage tearing, ripping and shredding of the disguise but the fun of that only lasts for a brief time until she is renewed once more. During the few times it took longer for the next victim to be found; she had tried to tattoo, pierce and change the fashions she was forced to wear but the curse is unbending and she always reverted back to the symbol of innocent, beauty and childhood.
In a blink of an eye, she is skipping rope down the sidewalk when she notices a man in a nice silken suit, of gray and purple pinstripe, light pink shirt and gray dress shoes. But it isn't his great taste in cloths but his aura drawing her in. It is a pull on her soul and the reason she thinks is because he glows with the light which indicates he is her next victim. She skips to a stop and just looks at him. There is something different about him, but she can't make sense of what it is.
He is surrounded by news reporters and lots of children. She walks down by him and someone hands her a popsicle which she takes unknowingly while watching the other children receive gifts. She walks around the scene trying to make sense of what is going on. Not that it matters to her curse whether or not she know what is going on but it helps her keep a bit of sanity. A small bit, especially if she can find some kind of evil thought in her target's thought but this man is like a fog that she can't pierce. Almost like...... but then the fog fades. Ezili decides that she is just bored and not concentrating on what she should be doing.
Over the next week or so she follows the target, one Mr. Adam Azieth. He is a very wealthy man who helps children all over the world. Ezili begins to fight against the pull to set her curse on him to no avail. She would have had this man as one of her priest so long ago for his virtues. She once punished both men and gods for their crimes against the innocents who they might be. Having punished a son of a god king is what put her into this position. So now this man who would have been one of her own would end up knowing nothing but pain for knowing her.
Finally when she could no longer fight it, she followed him to a part of the coast that was all cliffs and drop offs. He stood in front of her, looking like he was about to take flight. This was the first time she had been able to find him alone. She moved up behind him as he moved to the edge with the waves of the ocean churning and swirling down below him. His aura was blue-purple that radiate his goodness and charity. He was a warrior for justice and she had a geas to bring him down.
She stared at his back for a time, an almost too long time wishing for some salvation to occur so that she would be free to leave him be. His long silken deep dark chocolate cherry wood hair(brown with red highlights) was loosely pulled back with a tie. It was a more causal look than the pulled tight slick look that he worn any other time. He was a big man though she had seen bigger, it was more like his soul was almost too big for his body. He just stood at the edge of the cliff, with a storm gathering out in front of him above the ocean and the wind had begin to slide through his hair like fingers.
Ezili tried to make sounds as she moved towards him, to warn him that evil was coming his way but he just kept staring out into the darkening sky, like a statue of a warrior that once adorned her sacred place. She secretly tried to speak to him, but her tongue was rooted against her teeth and she was unable to speak mind to mind with any mortal before she began his downfall.
She tried to force her body to stop its forward movement and with each failure her rage began to burn hotter and hotter. Fury at the god king and his bastard offspring boiled upwards from her blacken heart. Her fingers clenched into fist as she tensed her muscles with the thought of freezing them but everything just kept moving forward both her and the storm that was a' brewing.
She grasps his hand in her small child hand and just as he turned to look at her she struck her fangs into the fleshy part of his hand. As she sucked his blood which had a slight metallic taste, a taste that register as a color, gold all warm and fiery to burn down her throat, her power pushed towards his heart. Her bite dropped him to one knee up and he leaned over it with head bowed. She let go of his hand and danced behind him to his other side, wind beginning to ripple heavily through her hair and little school girl skirt. She danced on her beautiful patent leather saddle shoes, pink and sand brown, dance a seduction dance as his blood began to power her up. Now she was caught up in her role, innocent wrapped up with seduction.
There was something about this man that pulled at her soul, something that made her almost want him for herself to cool the fury and rage that bloomed in her heart. To feel him in ways that wasn't all spiritual. To feel him in the ways that have been banned from her. For him to see her, touch her and want her as her true self. To see the real her, not this charade of a body. It was heart wrenching and added to her rage.
She began to turn to roll into her sashay movement of her hips that conveyed sex; wanton and destructive sex. That come-hither movement that had been the downfall of many powerful men through out history even some immortal ones. That movement which caused men to kill men to own or control the body from which such a movement was created.
But before she could complete her turn, something powerful grabbed her wrist and it stopped her in mid movement. She turned her head to see what it was and what it was caught her unaware as the image that was trying to pierce her brain became more real. Adam's head was still bowed down, hair making a curtain that hid his face but his left arm was extended and his hand was clamped around her small wrist, while she stared in disbelief and his grip burned up her arm like a live wire. Unknown to her own brain, her body turned towards him while leaning backwards away from him as far as possible.
Never in the thousand years that she had played this scene out, had any human been able to stop her and hold her as she was being held now. She looked down at his huge hand holding, crushing her small wrist. Her gaze followed his lovely hair up his arm, rich brown hair that covered his skin, light cream skin up to where the arm disappeared into the short sleeve of his tight t-shirt. Slowly his face turned to her and she was hit by a shock that left her senseless for a moment as her eyes connected to his and saw something that explained it all. Behind the mad craze caused by her bite, there was an immortal gaze so like and unlike her own. They held each other's gaze each reading the other and suddenly Ezili was hit with a need and want that burn as hot as her own.
Anger burn up through her eyes and she pulled against his power, she moved but an inch when a blazing burn burst out towards her from him and huge red velvet wings unfurled off his back confirming that she was held by one of the mythical fallen who was hidden in a mortal soul and her bite had set it free.
"Kill me now and free my immortal soul from this prison" came a deep velvet voice, that covered her from her head to her feet. The words came out as a soft growl that promise violence if she disobeyed. He had spoken the words she had been about to speak to him. "Free me, I command you!" The wings were spread and he shone with a brilliance that burned through her. His red blood aura pierce her in a very physical and sexual action and she felt the hot liquid of power pour through her body making her small nipples tighten.
"I can not, as you can not kill me, we are both cursed." Ezili stopped trying to get away as she puzzled this out.
The fallen stood up pulling her in close. She looked up into his amber eyes and his wicked smile that dripped with the thoughts of battle, images of blood flying through the air. She gazed at him thinking hard as she realized that he may still be her savior. If she prolonged the seduction with his help, she might be able to find a way to free herself and then she could free him. She pushed her free hand up his chest to grab the front of his shirt to pull him down, he followed thinking she was going to speak again but instead she covered his mouth with her own and invaded it with her tongue, exploring and tasting him. At first he tried to pull away but soon forced his own into hers and let go of her wrist to wrap his arms around her tiny body pulling her closer.
Ezili was lost in sensations that were as old as time but as new as virgin snow. A shock ran through her as for a brief moment she was in her own body. As the kiss ended and she was forced back into the child like body, she stared into his eyes and saw her salvation and revenge. He hooked her into the crock of his arm and together they jumped into the storm. Wrapping her little child arms around his neck, she smiled a blood smile and knew that both heaven and hell were about to get a big dose of payback. She threw back her head and laughed and the fallen joined in. Their laughter shrieked across the storm causing humans and immortals alike to shake in fear.
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Friday, February 2, 2018
History of Caged: All of this is very rough draft, lots of spelling errors and such.
History of Sideways Path: It is the bare bone, not a lot of descriptions just a general idea. I will add more later as I decide if this is how I want the histroy to be.
Prologue:
Dahl De’Luv was a precautious child. Since she was born she seemed different than her famously brilliant family. Her parents were from one of the richest dystanys ever recorded in their home universe. They had the joy of being the descendants to the heroes of old, the Dahl family which saved all of existence by learning to teleport over vast distances and discovering the Sideways Paths.
These are the demonical doorways or gates to other multiple planes of existence. The amount was about the eternal number of forever, infinity and more. It was learn it dependent on who was moving through the gate of the Sideways Path. Just one jump to the side and a person was in a whole new world, usually the same but different as the one they had been in.
It was believed that all hominids had this ability but were unaware of it until they had the use of machines to boost their abilities and talents. The Dahl family from an universe so old that it had cease to exist long before most creatures had learn to leave their own homeworlds for space. The Dahl family wanted to explore without the use of rockets thus created the Pathway machine to open gates into the fabric of reality.
Dahl De’Luv was the first able being able to do so with out the use of machines. It was a long time coming before her family realized this and by then it was too late to contain her to just one world. Then war erupted and the ability was used in devastating ways. Machines were destroyed along with whole worlds and the use of Sideways Paths were limited to just a few. Dahl left her home existence and open to realities far removed from any known path in time or space. There she began to create other worlds. She became a god.
Being a god while remembering her earth bound existence caused Dahl to lose bits of herself to insanity. She found solace from her worlds In which she created creature like and unlike herself. She knew others from her past were looking for her but she refused to reach out. Too much pain and sorrow awaited her at her home world, so she grew into adulthood alone.
One of the first worlds she created was Merdian. A lonely little world in a sparse space system with just a sun. It was mostly water and a water unlike any she had seen before. Here she created beings who resembled herself using family genes. Five familiy groups all named after those she had lost.
Centuries upon centuries, she help these creatures take command of their world. The only thing she forbade them was war. She wanted her creations to know only peace.
Near the Quazies’ (as the beings named themselves which meant “honored people” in the Merdian language which had also been created by Dahl) age of enlighten, the age of Morrow Then, Dahl left on a rather long journey about the Sideways Path. It was to patrol the paths which all could be used to get to Merdian and the other worlds Dahl had created since leaving her home world. She had since creating Merdian been out on the paths creating other worlds but this was the longest period she was gone. During this time, the Quazies changed.
When Dahl returned, the Quazies found a way to catch her and caged her into two different beings. Dahl fought back but all she could do was leave bits and pieces of herself in artifacts protected and hidden from all. She was able to crush the Quazies into warring tribes and curse them till the Caged was released. The Morrow Then, the future of the people of Quazies all rested on five beings who could solve the puzzle and bring back their god.
Dahl De’Luv was a precautious child. Since she was born she seemed different than her famously brilliant family. Her parents were from one of the richest dystanys ever recorded in their home universe. They had the joy of being the descendants to the heroes of old, the Dahl family which saved all of existence by learning to teleport over vast distances and discovering the Sideways Paths.
These are the demonical doorways or gates to other multiple planes of existence. The amount was about the eternal number of forever, infinity and more. It was learn it dependent on who was moving through the gate of the Sideways Path. Just one jump to the side and a person was in a whole new world, usually the same but different as the one they had been in.
It was believed that all hominids had this ability but were unaware of it until they had the use of machines to boost their abilities and talents. The Dahl family from an universe so old that it had cease to exist long before most creatures had learn to leave their own homeworlds for space. The Dahl family wanted to explore without the use of rockets thus created the Pathway machine to open gates into the fabric of reality.
Dahl De’Luv was the first able being able to do so with out the use of machines. It was a long time coming before her family realized this and by then it was too late to contain her to just one world. Then war erupted and the ability was used in devastating ways. Machines were destroyed along with whole worlds and the use of Sideways Paths were limited to just a few. Dahl left her home existence and open to realities far removed from any known path in time or space. There she began to create other worlds. She became a god.
Being a god while remembering her earth bound existence caused Dahl to lose bits of herself to insanity. She found solace from her worlds In which she created creature like and unlike herself. She knew others from her past were looking for her but she refused to reach out. Too much pain and sorrow awaited her at her home world, so she grew into adulthood alone.
One of the first worlds she created was Merdian. A lonely little world in a sparse space system with just a sun. It was mostly water and a water unlike any she had seen before. Here she created beings who resembled herself using family genes. Five familiy groups all named after those she had lost.
Centuries upon centuries, she help these creatures take command of their world. The only thing she forbade them was war. She wanted her creations to know only peace.
Near the Quazies’ (as the beings named themselves which meant “honored people” in the Merdian language which had also been created by Dahl) age of enlighten, the age of Morrow Then, Dahl left on a rather long journey about the Sideways Path. It was to patrol the paths which all could be used to get to Merdian and the other worlds Dahl had created since leaving her home world. She had since creating Merdian been out on the paths creating other worlds but this was the longest period she was gone. During this time, the Quazies changed.
When Dahl returned, the Quazies found a way to catch her and caged her into two different beings. Dahl fought back but all she could do was leave bits and pieces of herself in artifacts protected and hidden from all. She was able to crush the Quazies into warring tribes and curse them till the Caged was released. The Morrow Then, the future of the people of Quazies all rested on five beings who could solve the puzzle and bring back their god.
Thursday, February 1, 2018
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