(Zlakalia's Home) It Hurts (Solo)

Kali contemplates her year wasted in Alvadas. Is it worth it?

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

(Zlakalia's Home) It Hurts (Solo)

Postby Zlakalia on September 30th, 2011, 1:12 am

2nd of Fall, 511AV
The room was dark. Kali kept the windows closed and the blinds drawn, leaving the blue room blank with outside light barely wafting in like a ghost of the day outside. She rested on a table before a small animal, the grim shadows of her own form captured crudely in the clay staring at her, examining her sins.

Zlakalia wasn't busy. Her hands slowly felt the warm fur next to her, long and spiry. Her fingers lightly tugged on tufts, not hard enough to had hurt the animal it belonged to. Her form hunched over the furry animal. Bent on her knees as though praying. But if you watched long enough, you'd notice she wasn't praying, but sobbing. Her shoulders shivered and she let out a soft moan, a drawn out note of pure despair.

The barest squeak broke the noise. Kali glanced over in the dark at the bleak form of the metal cage nearby. The brother of the furry beast was scared, obviously, but Zlakalia was concerned with other things. Her hand came up from the fur to touch her own face, drawing back the feeling of wetness beneath her eyes. Kali rose slowly over the breathing body of the furry thing before her. It seemed frozen in fear, the way its fast breathes pounded its heart but it kept its furry little legs perfectly still.

Kali's voice cracked as she began to speak the same way it shattered the near silence of her home. Like the noise of her voice was waking up the world itself. "This year..." Her voice sounded rough and tired. Kali reached down as she spoke, grabbing at the long ears of the small rabbit. Pulling back on it to pull its big eyes her way. "This year has been awful!"

The rabbit's eyes glanced her way, the heartbeat pounding even louder on the floor before if that was even possible. She pushed the head back away from her and dropped it, letting the rabbit's skull thump against the wood again. The creature didn't even give the barest noise in protest, other than its increasingly labored breathing. Not much longer now.

The previous year had been... less than ideal. Ionu was nowhere to be found. Zlakalia had tried everything she could think of to find him, but the god was just too illusive. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. Maybe she couldn't kill a god without a lot more work. She was already proven to be weak this year. That's all Kali was. Weak.

Kali closed her eyes tight, her knees giving way and her form falling next to the warm fur. She buried her face into the fur, smelling the sickening odor of the dirty animal. Kali didn't want to think about cleaning up the mess, didn't want to think about anything. She just knelt further in the animal, feeling strangely comforted by its presence, by its incredibly fast heartbeat. The rabbit finally started moving, kicking its legs erratically and trying to rise to its feet.

"Shhhh..." Zlakalia's whisper was thick with hypnotism, a cooling and soothing emotional response to calm the little creature. She pushed the emotion again and again in the little rabbit, overcoming any sensation or pain it was feeling. For just a bit longer. She pushed her weight against its ribs as it tried to claw at her and escape. Her hands grabbed at its neck, ready to strangle it if need be. But soon it came complacent again. Soon it was still.

Zlakalia had had a horrible year trying to peddle her worthless wares. She spent so little time learning, developing. It was like she had spent most of her time in Alvadas just bidding her time. Selling those useless fake glyphs, or the hypnotic relaxation ones. It was all crap. All of it! Zlakalia reached forward and touched the handle of her knife, sticking out of the top of the table.
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(Zlakalia's Home) It Hurts (Solo)

Postby Zlakalia on September 30th, 2011, 2:25 am

With a heavy fist Kali gripped the knife, as though to pull it free from the standing position she left it in. But after a second she let her hand fall from the knife, onto the body of the rabbit that quivered below. It was too confused to be scared, to be in pain. Too weak.

Kali sat perfectly still for the longest time. Her face was turned down, her arms fallen to her side, knees bent. The rabbit began to stir, kicking its legs slowly to escape. But Kali just waited. It began a tired and faint shrieking, getting steadily louder. But Kali just waited. The rabbit struggled to stand, but couldn't turn from its back. But Kali just waited.

Blood was pouring around her knees, freed by the rabbit's movements. It had been pooling on the table, but the struggling had free gushes towards Kali. The knife kept the rabbit from being able to turn, implanted through the loose skin from its shoulders and then into the wood below, blood coloring the blade and leaking onto the ground. It was too weak to escape now. Too weak to live.

Zlakalia reached forward at the dying animal. Its heartbeat was fast again, the bleeding would be even faster. The sight of the creature was sad, the way it struggled uselessly. Was that how the gods saw her? A dying creature in their hands, mere putty to be toyed with? Kali grabbed its chin, which gave a feeble attempt at biting her. Just like her feeble attempt to end this stupid chain, to finish off the gods.

Her other hand grabbed at the creature between its ears. Her eyes were closed, still wet with the blood of the hare from the initial stab. The wetness she had felt was the thin splatter from earlier. What was different between this pitiful being and herself? Where did her power lie? She watched the rabbit cry out, its weak voice panicked and its legs kicking with the last of its strength.

Kali snapped the rabbit's neck.

Zlakalia touched the fur, feeling down the cooling body towards the thick blood pool. The way it clotted with the fur was so... fascinating. It clumped so similar to the way it tangled above, but amazingly different. There was a difference.

The difference was clear. The other rabbit couldn't fight her any more than the first. It wasn't going to, both Kali and her knife knew. This rabbit couldn't escape the cage, couldn't escape the blade. The rabbits were stagnant, unchanging. But Zlakalia could improve. She could get stronger, she could learn more. She could get strong enough to finally beat the gods themselves, clear their influence from the world! That's why she was chosen!

Kali just needed more power!
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Postby Fallacy on October 2nd, 2011, 3:55 am

XP Award!


Name:Zlakalia
XP Award:
  • Hypnotism- 2
  • Weapon: Knife- 2
Lore:
  • Reflecting on the past
  • Knowing you are weak
  • Hypnotizing creatures into submission
  • Needing more power
Notes:

I liked this thread, and though it was short it says a lot about Kali. I liked how you use time to your advantage. You know how, and more importantly, when to slow something down to make a point and I like that. Your threads area always a smooth read.

I know that you say you neurotic but you really have no reason to be. You’re a good writer, and although there may be some parts, like even though you have a great manipulation and sense of time I feel that you drag some details on too much and harp on the wrong points such as gore, it still is very enjoyable. Its all IC and people role-play to know, to interact, to be in a different world and as long as there are no major grammar mistakes that hamper the reading experience then you are fine. YOU ARE FINE, fantastic even.

So take this how it is, this is no English class (hehe) and so what you are writing and what you have written is perfectly acceptable.

Any questions or concerns about the rewards gained please send a PM :)


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