A Slave's Nightmare

Irathia has a nightmare

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A Slave's Nightmare

Postby Irathia on January 28th, 2016, 1:25 am

Irathia was a child again, she was sitting in a small cabin surrounded by trees. The house it self was made from logs, presumably made by the trees around them, a stone fireplace had a gentle crackling fire in side of it. But Irathia was not looking at the actual cabin, she was staring at a Isur, a female with a blue arm. She looked a lot like Irathia, though the woman did not have pointed teeth or thick black hair. The woman was sitting in a rocking chair, gently swaying forward and backward as she read a book that was placed in her lap.

Irathia stood slowly, a small smile on her face. As she walked towards the woman she heard a great bell ringing in the distance. As she walked forward she felt her body stretch a change, each step she aged until she ended up as she was. She felt hands being wrapping around her body as she stepped towards the woman, each hand clawing and pulling at her skin, some peeling away the clothes and skins. Irathia felt a pressure pushing her into the ground. Tears started to run down her face as she felt blood trickle down the side of her arm wear one of these hands pulled of skin and flesh.

Her feet were being dragged into the ground, the floor boards were acting like water. More and more hands were coming out of the ground, walls and roof, all of them grabbing and digging into Irathia's skin. From the sides of her face she saw the hands were pitch black and emitting some sort of aura. Each hand seemed like they were five people pulling at once, the floor was at her shoulders as she reached out with one hand towards the woman, it seemed like she was invisible as the hands pulled her into the floor boards. Dirt and wood filled her mouth, causing her to cough and spit as the wood bit at her still open eyes. The last thing above the floor boards was a bleeding hand, skin and muscle peeled away at the claws as it slowly was pulled under the floor boards.
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A Slave's Nightmare

Postby Irathia on January 28th, 2016, 2:23 am

Irathia fell on... Something. Her eyes were closed, something was weighing down on her, two things were clutched in her hands. She opened her eyes. Defiantly a helmet on her head, she sat up to see she was in a full suit of Syliras armor, two hammers in hand. Her signature hammer was missing, two new hammers glowing a deadly red in her hands, channels ran up the sides and corners to two ruby looking gems on both sides of the hammer. She wasn't in control of her body... force fully she slammed both hammers into a corpse dressed in armor, blood splashing out of the corpse. The blood ran up channels on the hammer it hummed softly as the glow increased. Irathia couldn't believe she was doing.

That is where she threw off her helmet and turned over the body. It was Ophelia, her Patron. Irathia could feel a grin form on her face, she took the glowing hammer and slammed it down on Ophelia's arm, snapping bone. Irathia, after several minutes of pulling and hitting, the arm came off, skin and muscles tearing and snapping as it gave way. Irathia ripped the armor off of the arm and studied the arm... She felt her mouth starting to fill with saliva. She liked her lips and bit down into the arm.

Each bite filled Irathia with a feeling she thought was disturbing, satisfaction. Each bite made thick red blood dribble down her chin and filled her mouth with a taste she has experienced once... She soon found her self breaking bones and eating the bone marrow, slurping and chewing it up like noodles. She licked her lips, tasting the iron taste of human blood dance across her tongue. This went on for hours, her stomach seemingly like a never ending void. She actually stopped when the ribs were exposed on Ophelia's chest, after eating two arms and a organ she did not know. Blood covered her arms, chest, and mouth. She enjoyed each bit of it as she licked the blood off of her hands... She was going mad, she was rubbing blood on to the glowing hammers, which this entire time had been absorbing the blood from the feast. Irathia wrapped her hands around the two hammers, stood, and walked towards the door which appeared in the center of the room. A large bell ringing in the distance as she opened the door, then a crack of a whip.
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A Slave's Nightmare

Postby Irathia on January 28th, 2016, 4:51 am

Irathia walked straight into a pool of water, the two glowing hammers like weights, she tried to let go as she felt a searing sensation in her left hand. The hammer on the left formed a hook and attached it self into Irathia's flesh, digging into her flesh. She kept on going down father and father into the water. Irathia saw her blood appear out from the wound in her hand where the hook dug into her spin and dragged her down.

Irathia struggled, I am dying, I am going to die, I am going to drown. Irathia though. The light seemed to be fading more and more as she sunk into the black depths of the body of water. The hammer was pulling her down with a faster rate, she felt the bones in her hand being pulled as the pain flared in Irathia's hand. Her chest tightened and her hand felt like it was about to be ripped off of the socket. Her mouth bursted open, coppery water filled her mouth as the hammer seemed to be pulling down harder and harder. She screamed and coughed as the hand was ripped off, flying down from the socket of her wrist, a bell ringing in the back of her mind.

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Irathia eye's shot open, her hand was in her mouth and she was bleeding, filling her mouth with the taste of copper. She spat out her hand and studied it, not much to the wound. She stood up and put on her clothes, her body was completely drenched in sweat and for some odd reason Irathia was scared of something... She had a rough glimpse of this odd looking hammer in the back of her mind, she couldn't see the exact details but it was still there... Deep in the back of her mind...
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