It was a trap. Whether he guess right or wrong, it did not matter to the Eypharian. In fact, she would have been pleased if he guessed right, to further lure him into the game she played. So moments before the dark wizard spoke, Sayana decided she would respond affirmatively to whatever magic he spoke. Clyde, on the other hand, wasn’t playing her game and she would resolve that later with the mage.
She had been somewhat taken aback by Clyde’s response, or lack of response. She had seen his anger earlier when the paper was burned, even if it was masked by a complete calm outwards appearance. She had expected at least some reaction to her challenge to the nuit wizard, but there was nothing and she wasn’t sure if he simply trusted her endeavor or if he dismissed her for being no better.
So there was a pause before she acted, but her contempt and annoyance towards the nuit was beginning to grow. All the while she took in slow deep breaths and the djed throughout her body seemed to tingle as it rushed towards her head and to her mouth.
After Aerius spoke, guessing correctly or not, the Eypharian would beckon him with a finger and lean in as if to plant a kiss upon his cheek. But instead she would whisper into his ear.
“I would never give a kiss to a filthy magic sucker like you. You’re nothing but a parasite, a leech.”
With hardly a thought, she fundamentally changed her method of hypnotism. Instead of concentrating on an emotion that would replicate and fester in her intended target, she poured all her concentration into rage, contempt, and utter disgust.
These were not emotions intended to spread, but to provoke a new and different emotion in the target. A natural outcome in the face of such strong and aggressive feelings. Humiliation.
Her djed rushed out in a torrent of magic. Wave after wave hit the nuit with the overwhelming feeling of shame and humiliation. It was not a suggestion, not a subtle influence of the mind, but a command. Again and again she struck out with it, thoroughly depleting her supply of djed.
The Eypharian kept him in an intense stare, which was only broken as she plunged a dagger down into his left thigh.
“Go. Go practice your healing, nuit. I don’t want to see you.”
OOCI understand that Aerius will no longer be active for a while, so it might not be considered fair since he can’t strike back, but I wanted to get that particular plotline wrapped up and written down instead of floating around in my head.
She had been somewhat taken aback by Clyde’s response, or lack of response. She had seen his anger earlier when the paper was burned, even if it was masked by a complete calm outwards appearance. She had expected at least some reaction to her challenge to the nuit wizard, but there was nothing and she wasn’t sure if he simply trusted her endeavor or if he dismissed her for being no better.
So there was a pause before she acted, but her contempt and annoyance towards the nuit was beginning to grow. All the while she took in slow deep breaths and the djed throughout her body seemed to tingle as it rushed towards her head and to her mouth.
After Aerius spoke, guessing correctly or not, the Eypharian would beckon him with a finger and lean in as if to plant a kiss upon his cheek. But instead she would whisper into his ear.
“I would never give a kiss to a filthy magic sucker like you. You’re nothing but a parasite, a leech.”
With hardly a thought, she fundamentally changed her method of hypnotism. Instead of concentrating on an emotion that would replicate and fester in her intended target, she poured all her concentration into rage, contempt, and utter disgust.
These were not emotions intended to spread, but to provoke a new and different emotion in the target. A natural outcome in the face of such strong and aggressive feelings. Humiliation.
Her djed rushed out in a torrent of magic. Wave after wave hit the nuit with the overwhelming feeling of shame and humiliation. It was not a suggestion, not a subtle influence of the mind, but a command. Again and again she struck out with it, thoroughly depleting her supply of djed.
The Eypharian kept him in an intense stare, which was only broken as she plunged a dagger down into his left thigh.
“Go. Go practice your healing, nuit. I don’t want to see you.”
OOCI understand that Aerius will no longer be active for a while, so it might not be considered fair since he can’t strike back, but I wanted to get that particular plotline wrapped up and written down instead of floating around in my head.
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