Introduction
The world as humanity knew it was of war, rape, murder, pestilence and disease. A series of devastating maladies compounded; the human genome had begun to break down from the last critical epidemic of 2525 . After millennia of mutations and genetic disorders--the human DNA sequence, the code for all human life was irrevocably damaged. In a last ditch effort to stall for time for a cure, humans turned to gene therapy and gene splicing.
This futile attempt only stalled the progression of the breakdown. The cure for the disease came five years later, however nearly half of the entire world's population perished. With the break down on a cellular level, people began the long, agonizing decent into death looking dead; deathly white skin, unless the corrosion struck the liver then a noticeable jaundice onset. Dark circles that looked more like black eyes and contusions. Hemtomas would 'sprout' over the body, painful protrusions as the accelerated breakdown flared cancer cells into over producing even more.
A breakthrough cure came in 2531 under the code name "Icarus" A new synthetic drug that manipulated the chromosomes and secured human prevalence once again. At first, the drug worked wonders. It cured every natural disease man had faced up to that point. But like the man that flew with wax wings and got to the sun--everything went terribly wrong.
Seven years. Seven long, painful years and the world would change forever. the drug that humankind sough to liberate themselves from a disease that--biologically had sundered them, was now the choice weapon of their downfall. Utilizing "dead" strains of some of the more viral plagues that were tearing human civilization apart and combining them to ward off the effects of active live strains yielded surprising effects. The live strains broke down chromosomes, the chemical make-up of any given human being. With an endless array of outcomes; sterilization, rapid onset of leprosy, blindness, deafness, anorexia, and the ever increasing chance of having the all--the diseases became known as Azrael Syndrome. Because of the human depiction of the Angel of Death as a hooded skeletal figure--patients exhibiting this contagious plague often looked appeared dead long before their suffering engulfed them.
Entire colonies were set up to shelter them, burn the bodies when they died--sometimes in the masses--and experiment on to find a way to combat this Syndrome. Icarus combated this infection by consistently mutating the chromosomes on a regular basis so it could not be destroyed via blood. Once entered into the blood stream, it changed the nature of AS and did not full on combat it. Within years strange side effects of the Icarus became apparent. Within the seven year progression strange, brutal attacks began occurring where victims were torn apart--and eaten. It wasn't until the world saw what was happening to the population that had been immunized from AS did it stand still in absolute horror.
The constant adaptation to the disease left what remained of the populations scattered across the world mutated or unfazed. Half the remains world's population experienced one of two mutations. One mutation was that subjects had a massive increase in muscle density and a could contract muscle tissue far more than a human ever could. The comparable strength was twice that of an adult silver back gorilla. Capable of flipping, even lifting sedan sized vehicles, ripping steel doors off their frames and even breaking steel reinforced cables. They also exhibited a highly dense hide, very resistant to bullets and shrapnel. These had a a decrease in mental functioning, with warmongering as a strong mental urge. The need to fight is very prevalent in these mutations. Their skin is a dull grey, they are highly muscular, and their eyes are like polished obsidian and hair a stark white. This are nicknamed "Oroc"
The second and completely differing mutation is a more agile, slimmer and highly intelligent being. They had a massive increase in brain activity. They have made quite a few advancements in technology, including but not limited to human-cybernetic attachments capable of combating Oroc. However, as agile and intelligent as they are, they seem to be quite frail. Having hollow bones that allow them swift movement, this is counter-productive as they cannot withstand even the abuse of a normal human would be capable of. These are called the Silvian.
The landscape of the world has changed much during the times of the plagues. The continents have since shifted and rejoined to make a super-continent now called "Toril". Less in scale to Pangaea millions of years ago, it still combines most of Europe, North and South America, and Africa as well as the core of Russia. The earth’s surface is ruled by the Orog, the skies by the Amaranth and the subterranean by humanity. Humankind has found ways to combat the Orog, albeit, not everyone applies. Human and Amaranth technologies have culminated in high strength, high performance robotic prosthesis. An expensive and painful procedure, usually only dedicated soldiers have been voted to endure at their request.
The Orog have overrun the surface. Their cannibalistic and volatile natures make them a threat at all times. However, due to their incredibly durable skin as well as their redundant organ systems, they are incredibly hard to kill. On noted occasions of one beserker Orog took out two squads, fourteen men in total by itself while sustaining multiple gunshot wounds. Their bones and skin are incredulously dense, acting like a biological "bulletproof vest". Even shots to the head, unless by a heavy caliber tipped with depleted uranium cores have stopped these beasts. The Kommandos, technologically enhanced soldiers with grafted augments have been noted to be capable of one fights with the Orog and survived.
The Amaranth seem to want nothing to do with the surface dwellers, hiding in floating citadels with their machines, high above the cloud cover. However, on occasion, they will trade with the humans. The Orog having a keen taste for Amaranth flesh. The only connection with them is via hologram. However, something has changed the Orog's behavior recently; decisive and seemingly tactful maneuvers--things that the typical Orog or its hierarchy hadn't displayed before has become a new threat to humanity and the Amaranth.
A "Duke" that goes by Cain has developed a highly receptive sense of reasoning. He was a capable of taking the rule over the Oroc hierarchical society and maintains his intelligence. However this does not mean he can be simply persuaded. He has recently taken down an Amaranth citadel, a near impossible feat beforehand and forced the city's leader to ransom its people or his daughter. The city voted unanimously to give Cain their city's leader's daughter. Cain plans on making a principality with his new bride...a concept that invokes disgust and terror for all...
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The Orogs were unusually silent as they forged their way through the delta, the princess coiled in a Regular's bulky arm. They smelled of blood, and one wouldn't have to have been a Silvian to even smell that. The Oroc hierarchy was simple, the strong ruled and those that were too weak to hold position were quickly dispatched. But the way these Orogs moved, it wasn't the same mindless, unhesitatingly boisterous clamor that the princess may have grown up hearing about. The Orogs were so reviled they had their own seat in Silvian mythology. Their storied history was wrought with bloodshed, mostly Silvian.
The historians of the Silvians taught that Orogs were extremely hardy. The hides on some were so thick, small arms just wouldn't cut it. Their redundant health systems made it nearly unpredictable to kill them. Regulars had evolved to have two hearts, and multiples of other organs that, in most other creatures, if damaged would result in shock and eventual death. For the Orogs though, they were walking weapons. Recordings showing just a few Orog regulars wiping out condensed squads of Marines and killing Silvian Rangers. Every Silvian had to witness the horrifying strength these beasts carried with them, and they weren't nearly as powerful as Beserkers and no where near the strength of Titans.
Each Regular, was grotesquely muscled. Pounding on their flesh was the same as punching solid rock with the same result of hurting your hand. Their skin was stone grey, they had large serrated rows of teeth and narrow black eyes that didn't see very well. That was okay, because what they couldn't see, they could smell. Like a shark, they can smell the tiniest prick of blood within a mile. However, something didn't need to be injured for them to know what was there. The human and Silvian physiology emits electrical signals and transfers them through the air--especially when profound emotions are felt and guess who can pick those signals up? Though admittedly, the smell of blood--especially that of Silvian roused an Orog more than anything an can create highly volatile situations in which they rampage.
But these Orog moved with haste and with purpose. In front of them, in Anez's plain view was a walking nightmare. Regulars were bad news for anyone, but if anyone saw a Beserker doing what it did best--was better of praying for a quick death at the hands of a regular rather than trying to take on a fifteen foot Goliath that could tear reinforced steel doors off their hinges. They were the living battering rams of Orog society; mutated even further than Regulars, their skin only hardened and their muscles only more broad. They were usually shackled, as this one was. Like any dog of the past life, they would run rampant all their own.
They had been traveling for days since the massacre of the Silvian king and Anez's lover. She had been carried over the wastes of the parched lands, and the decadent forests that would seem rotted and decayed. Down here on the surface it was vastly different than the cultivated life Anez was born into. The citadels were technological marvels; akin to vast floating continents with solid fortifications in the center, and hidden amongst the clouds. It would be hard to think, that anything survives on the planets surface. The air would sting at ones throat from the sulfur, the landscape still burned from being scorched in the first years of the war...
The historians of the Silvians taught that Orogs were extremely hardy. The hides on some were so thick, small arms just wouldn't cut it. Their redundant health systems made it nearly unpredictable to kill them. Regulars had evolved to have two hearts, and multiples of other organs that, in most other creatures, if damaged would result in shock and eventual death. For the Orogs though, they were walking weapons. Recordings showing just a few Orog regulars wiping out condensed squads of Marines and killing Silvian Rangers. Every Silvian had to witness the horrifying strength these beasts carried with them, and they weren't nearly as powerful as Beserkers and no where near the strength of Titans.
Each Regular, was grotesquely muscled. Pounding on their flesh was the same as punching solid rock with the same result of hurting your hand. Their skin was stone grey, they had large serrated rows of teeth and narrow black eyes that didn't see very well. That was okay, because what they couldn't see, they could smell. Like a shark, they can smell the tiniest prick of blood within a mile. However, something didn't need to be injured for them to know what was there. The human and Silvian physiology emits electrical signals and transfers them through the air--especially when profound emotions are felt and guess who can pick those signals up? Though admittedly, the smell of blood--especially that of Silvian roused an Orog more than anything an can create highly volatile situations in which they rampage.
But these Orog moved with haste and with purpose. In front of them, in Anez's plain view was a walking nightmare. Regulars were bad news for anyone, but if anyone saw a Beserker doing what it did best--was better of praying for a quick death at the hands of a regular rather than trying to take on a fifteen foot Goliath that could tear reinforced steel doors off their hinges. They were the living battering rams of Orog society; mutated even further than Regulars, their skin only hardened and their muscles only more broad. They were usually shackled, as this one was. Like any dog of the past life, they would run rampant all their own.
They had been traveling for days since the massacre of the Silvian king and Anez's lover. She had been carried over the wastes of the parched lands, and the decadent forests that would seem rotted and decayed. Down here on the surface it was vastly different than the cultivated life Anez was born into. The citadels were technological marvels; akin to vast floating continents with solid fortifications in the center, and hidden amongst the clouds. It would be hard to think, that anything survives on the planets surface. The air would sting at ones throat from the sulfur, the landscape still burned from being scorched in the first years of the war...
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Anez felt so lost. She had lost so much, her parents, her love, her brother, her home; and not only that, but she didn't know what to feel. She was still mourning the deaths of the people she loved, she was homesick, scared for her people and kingdom, scared at having been taken by her peoples' sworn enemy, fascinated by this new land, nervous about what was going to happen to her, angry for revenge against the Orogs, but overall she just felt tired and close to tears. Though controlling her emotions wasn't even close to being a problem right now. Right now she was being taken to the Orogs kingdom as a "sacrifice", she was thrown over the shoulder and now being carried by a Regular, with a Berserker in front of her. Her face was stoic, a stone mask, one that she wore well and often.
She looked around at the place, she was now used to the stinging in her throat so she could finally get a good look at the place. It was like a waist land down here, the trees were mostly dead there was no foliage on the ground, just twigs and rocks. This place was nothing like the forests she used to explore all the time as a kid, where she got her scars from her earlier trips when she would fall over all the time and run into trees. Now of course she could move through a forest as quietly as some forest creature, undetected and not bruising herself. Everything seemed to dead and toxic in this land, like nothing was alive anymore. The clouds above her were gray and foreboding, normally this would be a sign of a storm, but in this new strange land she wasn't sure if that wasn't just normal. 'This place is in need of rain,' Anez thought, thinking about how sad the dead trees were and how could anyone live here?
The Regular that was carrying her shifted her on its shoulder, slamming her stomach onto its rock hard muscles. She winced, her stomach was already pretty sore from being carried like this for miles, and the Regular liked to that every now and then, she was sure just to cause her pain because after all that's what Orogs did, cause pain for her and her people.
She looked around at the place, she was now used to the stinging in her throat so she could finally get a good look at the place. It was like a waist land down here, the trees were mostly dead there was no foliage on the ground, just twigs and rocks. This place was nothing like the forests she used to explore all the time as a kid, where she got her scars from her earlier trips when she would fall over all the time and run into trees. Now of course she could move through a forest as quietly as some forest creature, undetected and not bruising herself. Everything seemed to dead and toxic in this land, like nothing was alive anymore. The clouds above her were gray and foreboding, normally this would be a sign of a storm, but in this new strange land she wasn't sure if that wasn't just normal. 'This place is in need of rain,' Anez thought, thinking about how sad the dead trees were and how could anyone live here?
The Regular that was carrying her shifted her on its shoulder, slamming her stomach onto its rock hard muscles. She winced, her stomach was already pretty sore from being carried like this for miles, and the Regular liked to that every now and then, she was sure just to cause her pain because after all that's what Orogs did, cause pain for her and her people.
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The cadre of muscle-bound creatures of terror shuffled into a clearing; usually a stop to rest, but this was a place of tales that were spun, of whispered rumors of dread—this was a place that would tell Anez why her father had to surrender her, his only daughter. There lie what made history; burning in tumultuous fires that were as hot as the day they had started. A thick column of soot and ash lifting towards the darkened skies for reprieve but finding only hope to be squandered and squashed back down to these hellish lands.
Smashed against a mountainside; homes broken upon jagged rocks and gardens sundered by the sheer weight of the impact was the first Citadel to fall. Hit without warning, dragged into this condemned world from the safety of the clouds and the warmth of the sun. She would be posed with many questions; why had this happened? What was to become of her? Who was Cain? Was he as beastly as the rest? Many questions would be for certainly asked and while she may not have known which ones, if any were going to be answered—she would know this—Things were going to change, and fast.
The Orog the carried her switched her around to see where they were going. It would frighten anyone to know where they were being taken by an Orog, but to say they were taking one to their “kingdom” and to see it were two vastly different things. In front of her was a very dark city. Where hers was illuminated by the glimmer and gleam of the sun playfully masked by clouds—this one was only lit by what seemed only a few pyres, and the brightest flashes of lightening one could ever hope to see. Her home was warm, it was full of life and herbs and trees—this city was concrete, and twisted steel rebar. The very clouds themselves seem directed towards it with all their fury. The storm was like a dagger pointed at the heart of the heartache of this world.
Sitting alone, in the top of the highest tower, in a model of a great stone throne chair that was ironically labeled once “Seat of the World”—were the governments collided and created one united humanity once was Cain. His pale gray skin was briefly illuminated by a flash of lightening, causing his obsidian eyes to open slowly. His furled hand nestled against his cheek as he was anchored to the throne. Rising slowly, he stepped down the stairs towards the nearly shattered window, staring out at the horizon where he knew his subjects carried his “sacrifice”.
Smashed against a mountainside; homes broken upon jagged rocks and gardens sundered by the sheer weight of the impact was the first Citadel to fall. Hit without warning, dragged into this condemned world from the safety of the clouds and the warmth of the sun. She would be posed with many questions; why had this happened? What was to become of her? Who was Cain? Was he as beastly as the rest? Many questions would be for certainly asked and while she may not have known which ones, if any were going to be answered—she would know this—Things were going to change, and fast.
The Orog the carried her switched her around to see where they were going. It would frighten anyone to know where they were being taken by an Orog, but to say they were taking one to their “kingdom” and to see it were two vastly different things. In front of her was a very dark city. Where hers was illuminated by the glimmer and gleam of the sun playfully masked by clouds—this one was only lit by what seemed only a few pyres, and the brightest flashes of lightening one could ever hope to see. Her home was warm, it was full of life and herbs and trees—this city was concrete, and twisted steel rebar. The very clouds themselves seem directed towards it with all their fury. The storm was like a dagger pointed at the heart of the heartache of this world.
Sitting alone, in the top of the highest tower, in a model of a great stone throne chair that was ironically labeled once “Seat of the World”—were the governments collided and created one united humanity once was Cain. His pale gray skin was briefly illuminated by a flash of lightening, causing his obsidian eyes to open slowly. His furled hand nestled against his cheek as he was anchored to the throne. Rising slowly, he stepped down the stairs towards the nearly shattered window, staring out at the horizon where he knew his subjects carried his “sacrifice”.
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Anez's breath got caught in her throat as she was turned around and she saw the crashed Citadel. Her heart which was already broken, broke even further. Her careful mask for a second cracking, letting out a tear. After living on one her whole life, seeing all the life on it, roaming it's green forests and seeing the wild animals living peacefully there; to say that it was a change seeing one dead was an understatement. It was like seeing her family die all over again and she could hardly bare it. How could anyone do that? How could anyone take away the life of the land? How could anyone commit such a murder?
If she had been standing she would've fallen to her knees. This place was sucked of any life, excluding the Orogs, it was like a ghost land, a dead whisper of it's former self.
"How-?" she asked, not able to finish her question, even in her mind. Her eyes looked like one who had suffered a thousand heartbreaks, her face in a slight grimace, and her breath coming out in uneven heaves. Other than that, no other emotions passed through her mask. It was wavering, anyone could tell, her stoic expression that was held on her face in times of great emotion was beginning fall. She could feel it in her bones, she wouldn't be able to put on this charade for much longer, but she was trying her best to wait until she was alone; too afraid of letting these Orogs and their king see her weakest moment.
If she had been standing she would've fallen to her knees. This place was sucked of any life, excluding the Orogs, it was like a ghost land, a dead whisper of it's former self.
"How-?" she asked, not able to finish her question, even in her mind. Her eyes looked like one who had suffered a thousand heartbreaks, her face in a slight grimace, and her breath coming out in uneven heaves. Other than that, no other emotions passed through her mask. It was wavering, anyone could tell, her stoic expression that was held on her face in times of great emotion was beginning fall. She could feel it in her bones, she wouldn't be able to put on this charade for much longer, but she was trying her best to wait until she was alone; too afraid of letting these Orogs and their king see her weakest moment.
The Soldiers mustered onwards, further and further into the void. The closer they came to the city, the more black and scorched the ground appeared. It was as if a bomb had gone off, and sullied the once enriched soils. Voices, whispers--cries of pain echoed all around her. No day light to illuminate what was screaming for mercy, no fire to clarify the subsequent 'crunch' of bone or the gargling of something feeling the flesh of its body peeled away as though skinning a deer or perhaps gutting a fish. Howls of rage festered in the dark, foreboding crevices and cracks in the walls of the city as they drew closer, and closer.
Only briefly would she see a human, anchored to a blood drenched board crafted crudely of wood. Large hooks plunged through his wrists and the spaces between his Achilles and heel. He was being held down. His body, soaked in sweat as evidenced by the light of the large fire that was near him, dirtied from the muck and grim that lay out in the wastes. He shook visibly enough for her to see his body quiver and cower from both the pain and what was to come. A rather large Orog stepped forwards, carrying a frighteningly large and crude cleaver. Without hesitation, without mercy the creature lifted the large knife and in one brutal stroke, severed the man's arm. He screamed and writhed in pain; blood splattering on Anez's face. The creature went on to quarter the human like he were a deer or boar, hacking of each limb with a resounding 'thud'.
The Orog group unabated by the grossly new found silence after the screaming had stopped. They carried her through wind swept streets; vehicles, devices of transportation of the past littered the cold stone in their paths. Remnants of the past, they sat eerily still from where their owners had parked them several lifetimes ago. To say they were all untouched was an understatement as some cars frames were twisted, some torn apart as if by some great measure of strength. The buildings constructed of stone, glass and steel stood against a very dismal sky, lightening flashing ferociously, almost deafening the pleads and cries for help, for salvation. The towers, the sky scrapers erected years ago were dizzying monuments of arrogance their flashy facades now tarnished.
They brought Anez into the largest, most central structure. It was there she would get her first look of what Cain really was. They stood in a darkened hall, lit only by small fires that illumined the gallery. The Orog carrying her put her on her feet, planting her forcefully there to await Cain. For several moments they would wait, until finally a noise or two would penetrate the silent vestibule. The sound of metal scraping would betray anyone's thoughts to a monstrous grotesque creature of metal. However, as Cain stepped nonchalantly forwards, a dispassionate expression on his marble colored face--she would be startled to see he did not look like any other Orog. He was humanly shaped, perhaps a bit taller. His muscled arms well defined, intricate black markings as though some ritualistic tattoo across his skin. He had an off white colored hair, and black obsidian eyes. His face was very human-like in structure.
Cain was dressed with a brilliantly colored red mantle, he had metal greaves and metal gauntlets, metal cuisses and a metal cod piece. His chest and feet were bare. He stared at Anez questioningly, before he stepped closer to examine her. His black eyes roamed her skin, detailing it and finding a hunger longing to be satiated. His close proximity to her allowed him to inhale her Silvian scent which to his nose stirred him. He was a beast of impulse, he could deny it but it would have done him no good. However, he was also part something else and that part kept him in check.
Turning around he stepped away, and then spoke noting the blood on her face. "See something you wish you hadn't, did you?" He would expel the words calmly and in a casual manner.
Only briefly would she see a human, anchored to a blood drenched board crafted crudely of wood. Large hooks plunged through his wrists and the spaces between his Achilles and heel. He was being held down. His body, soaked in sweat as evidenced by the light of the large fire that was near him, dirtied from the muck and grim that lay out in the wastes. He shook visibly enough for her to see his body quiver and cower from both the pain and what was to come. A rather large Orog stepped forwards, carrying a frighteningly large and crude cleaver. Without hesitation, without mercy the creature lifted the large knife and in one brutal stroke, severed the man's arm. He screamed and writhed in pain; blood splattering on Anez's face. The creature went on to quarter the human like he were a deer or boar, hacking of each limb with a resounding 'thud'.
The Orog group unabated by the grossly new found silence after the screaming had stopped. They carried her through wind swept streets; vehicles, devices of transportation of the past littered the cold stone in their paths. Remnants of the past, they sat eerily still from where their owners had parked them several lifetimes ago. To say they were all untouched was an understatement as some cars frames were twisted, some torn apart as if by some great measure of strength. The buildings constructed of stone, glass and steel stood against a very dismal sky, lightening flashing ferociously, almost deafening the pleads and cries for help, for salvation. The towers, the sky scrapers erected years ago were dizzying monuments of arrogance their flashy facades now tarnished.
They brought Anez into the largest, most central structure. It was there she would get her first look of what Cain really was. They stood in a darkened hall, lit only by small fires that illumined the gallery. The Orog carrying her put her on her feet, planting her forcefully there to await Cain. For several moments they would wait, until finally a noise or two would penetrate the silent vestibule. The sound of metal scraping would betray anyone's thoughts to a monstrous grotesque creature of metal. However, as Cain stepped nonchalantly forwards, a dispassionate expression on his marble colored face--she would be startled to see he did not look like any other Orog. He was humanly shaped, perhaps a bit taller. His muscled arms well defined, intricate black markings as though some ritualistic tattoo across his skin. He had an off white colored hair, and black obsidian eyes. His face was very human-like in structure.
Cain was dressed with a brilliantly colored red mantle, he had metal greaves and metal gauntlets, metal cuisses and a metal cod piece. His chest and feet were bare. He stared at Anez questioningly, before he stepped closer to examine her. His black eyes roamed her skin, detailing it and finding a hunger longing to be satiated. His close proximity to her allowed him to inhale her Silvian scent which to his nose stirred him. He was a beast of impulse, he could deny it but it would have done him no good. However, he was also part something else and that part kept him in check.
Turning around he stepped away, and then spoke noting the blood on her face. "See something you wish you hadn't, did you?" He would expel the words calmly and in a casual manner.
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Anez kept her eyes on the king, he was strange, strange in the way that he had a human face. She tried to not squirm as he looked at her with the black eyes, with what she guessed were indecent thoughts. When he finally turned away she quietly let out a breath of relief at having been released from those hungry eyes.
"I've seen many things I wish I hadn't," she said disdain and blame evident in her voice. Her sad eyes now glaring at him with a want for revenge, a growl on her face. She knew that to an Orog this wouldn't have frightened them, but she wasn't trying to frighten only show that just how much of a monster she thought he was. Being a Silvian surrounded by Orogs and their king, she knew she wouldn't be able to do much to them, though she had a plan, that in time she could poison him with one that was slow and painful. She wanted to show this thing, this monster, just what she could do, show him the pain he had put her through.
Anez lifted her hand, her fingers touching the blood from that poor man on her face. She looked at the blood, her forest green eyes shifting to an empathetic sadness before back to anger, though now more furiously. Her hand that had the blood on it fell and clenched at her side. She was standing firmly, holding her ground, her shoulders slightly hunched over and her hair covering her face.
"Why am I here?" her voice was low and menacing.
"I've seen many things I wish I hadn't," she said disdain and blame evident in her voice. Her sad eyes now glaring at him with a want for revenge, a growl on her face. She knew that to an Orog this wouldn't have frightened them, but she wasn't trying to frighten only show that just how much of a monster she thought he was. Being a Silvian surrounded by Orogs and their king, she knew she wouldn't be able to do much to them, though she had a plan, that in time she could poison him with one that was slow and painful. She wanted to show this thing, this monster, just what she could do, show him the pain he had put her through.
Anez lifted her hand, her fingers touching the blood from that poor man on her face. She looked at the blood, her forest green eyes shifting to an empathetic sadness before back to anger, though now more furiously. Her hand that had the blood on it fell and clenched at her side. She was standing firmly, holding her ground, her shoulders slightly hunched over and her hair covering her face.
"Why am I here?" her voice was low and menacing.
"I've seen many things I wish I hadn't," She told him, her face distinctive with anger and nothing but contempt for him and his kind. He nodded as he walked around her and the Orogs. He placed one wrist inside the other hand. He stepped carefully around them, his eyes starring downwards but they weren't actually analyzing where he was stepping they were distant as were his thoughts. He came to a stop in front of Anez once again.
"My apologies princess, somethings I really did not want you to see. The death of your father for example, or that other Silvan male you seem so fond of. How about I give you an eye for an eye?" Cain suggested, stepping over to the Orog with the most notable blood on it. In an instant Cain's left foot lashed out at the Orog's right leg. The force was a traumatic and resolute one, the leg bone of the modestly largely Orog snapped causing the creature to fall to the ground, helpless against him.
Cain stepped over to Anez, drawing what could have been considered a sword, the blade was about five to six feet in length and had a cruciform hand guard. To Anez and humans it could only be wielded with two hands, t Cain and Orogs, it could be wielded single-handedly. Regardless, it was razor sharp in both appearance and the sound the blade made as it exited the sheath. He stepped towards her, turned the blade upside down and tossed the sword by her feet, letting her have the choice to pick it up or not.
"Go on, he hurt you--hurt him back. He'll die either way--by your hands it'll be much cleaner."
"My apologies princess, somethings I really did not want you to see. The death of your father for example, or that other Silvan male you seem so fond of. How about I give you an eye for an eye?" Cain suggested, stepping over to the Orog with the most notable blood on it. In an instant Cain's left foot lashed out at the Orog's right leg. The force was a traumatic and resolute one, the leg bone of the modestly largely Orog snapped causing the creature to fall to the ground, helpless against him.
Cain stepped over to Anez, drawing what could have been considered a sword, the blade was about five to six feet in length and had a cruciform hand guard. To Anez and humans it could only be wielded with two hands, t Cain and Orogs, it could be wielded single-handedly. Regardless, it was razor sharp in both appearance and the sound the blade made as it exited the sheath. He stepped towards her, turned the blade upside down and tossed the sword by her feet, letting her have the choice to pick it up or not.
"Go on, he hurt you--hurt him back. He'll die either way--by your hands it'll be much cleaner."
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Anez starred at the sword that was now lying at her feet shocked. She was angry, yes, and her heart couldn't take much more sorrow after what these Orogs had put her through, she definitely thought all these monsters in the room deserved a fate worse than death, but she was not a killer. She fought a battle in her, she wanted more than anything to satisfy her revenge, but her heart couldn't take any more death even if it was an Orog that would die. But then she could tell by the king's eyes that either way this Orog that was now on the ground holding onto his knee would die, by her hand or the king's. She could tell that if the Orog got killed by the king it would be slow and painful, something she did not want to watch, but she wasn't sure if she was able to kill it.
"Fine, but I'll do it my way," she growled at the king at forcing her to do this. She walked over to the Orog that was on the ground, pulling out a small tube of a glowing purple liquid from a hidden pocket. She always carried a little of this around, it was a deathly poison that could quickly kill anything with just one drop, too if the thing you were trying to kill was like an Orog and was hard to kill. She carried it around not because she killed a lot of things, but in case she needed to and there was no other way; such as this situation.
She unstopped the little tube, not uttering a word she poured two drops of liquid into the Orog's mouth and quickly stepped back. The Orog looked at her, its eyes almost revealing its thanks, almost. Then quickly the light that every pair of eyes carries, vanished and the Orog slumped, dead. Anez stopped up the vial again and placed it back in its pocket. She turned back to the king, her eyes stone cold.
"You should know there's been enough blood spill today," she said, "And you call yourself a king, a real king wouldn't add to that!"
"Fine, but I'll do it my way," she growled at the king at forcing her to do this. She walked over to the Orog that was on the ground, pulling out a small tube of a glowing purple liquid from a hidden pocket. She always carried a little of this around, it was a deathly poison that could quickly kill anything with just one drop, too if the thing you were trying to kill was like an Orog and was hard to kill. She carried it around not because she killed a lot of things, but in case she needed to and there was no other way; such as this situation.
She unstopped the little tube, not uttering a word she poured two drops of liquid into the Orog's mouth and quickly stepped back. The Orog looked at her, its eyes almost revealing its thanks, almost. Then quickly the light that every pair of eyes carries, vanished and the Orog slumped, dead. Anez stopped up the vial again and placed it back in its pocket. She turned back to the king, her eyes stone cold.
"You should know there's been enough blood spill today," she said, "And you call yourself a king, a real king wouldn't add to that!"
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You should know there's been enough blood spill today," she said, "And you call yourself a king, a real king wouldn't add to that!"
Cain starred unblinkingly back into the Silvian's lushly colored eyes. They illuminated with her ferocity and conviction. They were like liquid emeralds that rippled like water whenever she was hurt. He could see it in her expression; the pain magnified by the fact that she felt helpless here, that she felt angry because she couldn't stop the slayings of her father and lover. She was an exception to every rule, a path that lay hidden from the sight of those that dared not tread on such paths. She was perfect.
"A king does, what a king must for the sake of his people." He rhetorically snapped back at her, using her own father's words against her. Turning away from her, he gathered his sword, a great weapon of death in his hands and sheathed it. He then looked towards the remainder of the group that had her captured. " You three, take him and go." His black polished eyes befell Anez once again. " You, come with me." He said solemnly as he slipped past her, mantle fluttering in his wake. He would lead her up the stairs to an elevator; upon the doors parting he lifted his arm and showed her the interior. "If you want to know the answers to the riddles in your head, I suggest you step inside."
As they rode the elevator up some one-hundred and sixty stories, the panels along the walls became transparent and exposed her eyes to the slow climbing of the elevator. The creatures on the ground, the ones that she could see at first began to shrink into the distance as they rose. Buildings around them, at first very large became lesser in scale and size as the were lifted into the heavens.
"Do you know why you brought here? I mean, really know why?" He questioned, searching for a response.
Cain starred unblinkingly back into the Silvian's lushly colored eyes. They illuminated with her ferocity and conviction. They were like liquid emeralds that rippled like water whenever she was hurt. He could see it in her expression; the pain magnified by the fact that she felt helpless here, that she felt angry because she couldn't stop the slayings of her father and lover. She was an exception to every rule, a path that lay hidden from the sight of those that dared not tread on such paths. She was perfect.
"A king does, what a king must for the sake of his people." He rhetorically snapped back at her, using her own father's words against her. Turning away from her, he gathered his sword, a great weapon of death in his hands and sheathed it. He then looked towards the remainder of the group that had her captured. " You three, take him and go." His black polished eyes befell Anez once again. " You, come with me." He said solemnly as he slipped past her, mantle fluttering in his wake. He would lead her up the stairs to an elevator; upon the doors parting he lifted his arm and showed her the interior. "If you want to know the answers to the riddles in your head, I suggest you step inside."
As they rode the elevator up some one-hundred and sixty stories, the panels along the walls became transparent and exposed her eyes to the slow climbing of the elevator. The creatures on the ground, the ones that she could see at first began to shrink into the distance as they rose. Buildings around them, at first very large became lesser in scale and size as the were lifted into the heavens.
"Do you know why you brought here? I mean, really know why?" He questioned, searching for a response.
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Anez watched as everything below shrank, quickly becoming nothing more than something you could easily pick up with two fingers. This made her dizzy, so she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When the dizziness went away she open her eyes, but was unsure of where to look that wouldn't make her dizzy or disgusted, so she settled for her hands which caused her hair to fall in front of her face.
"If I knew I then I wouldn't have asked earlier now would I?" she muttered. She hated this, hated being alone in the world, hated having to be here with the king of her peoples' sworn enemy, hated how he looked at her, hated all the death in this place. She wondered if this was how this place affected people, it certainly would explain why the Orogs were so keen to kill anything that moved. This then in turn scared her because after living on the Citadel where everything was green and full of life and being happy and peaceful since she was a kid, she didn't want to loose that, she didn't want to loose her humanity and become a rage filled killing machine. She began to bite her lip, a nervous habit she had had since she was a kid. Her mother Queen Gobinet, had scolded her many times as it was very unladylike and improper, especially for a princess. A tear escaped and a small smile presented itself on Anez's face at the thought of her mother scolding her once more. How she wanted that to happen more than ever, stand quietly and just hear her mother.
"Why am I here?" Anez asked, though this time it was more of a whisper. All the emotion and events of the day catching up with her. Right now she just wanted to stop fighting and curl up in a ball and sleep. She wanted nothing more than sleep right, in a soft bed with the sun peeking through and a light cool breeze coming in through the window.
"If I knew I then I wouldn't have asked earlier now would I?" she muttered. She hated this, hated being alone in the world, hated having to be here with the king of her peoples' sworn enemy, hated how he looked at her, hated all the death in this place. She wondered if this was how this place affected people, it certainly would explain why the Orogs were so keen to kill anything that moved. This then in turn scared her because after living on the Citadel where everything was green and full of life and being happy and peaceful since she was a kid, she didn't want to loose that, she didn't want to loose her humanity and become a rage filled killing machine. She began to bite her lip, a nervous habit she had had since she was a kid. Her mother Queen Gobinet, had scolded her many times as it was very unladylike and improper, especially for a princess. A tear escaped and a small smile presented itself on Anez's face at the thought of her mother scolding her once more. How she wanted that to happen more than ever, stand quietly and just hear her mother.
"Why am I here?" Anez asked, though this time it was more of a whisper. All the emotion and events of the day catching up with her. Right now she just wanted to stop fighting and curl up in a ball and sleep. She wanted nothing more than sleep right, in a soft bed with the sun peeking through and a light cool breeze coming in through the window.
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"If I knew I then I wouldn't have asked earlier now would I?" she muttered. She had said under her breath, rather she wanted him to or not-- he did. Yet he did not look disapprovingly upon her. A simple glance towards her was all that he gave. The elevator stopped a single floor shy of the top. He had to peel the solid metal doors open as the archaic technology was nothing in comparison to the same tech that powered her precious Citadel. Still, for its day, it was cutting edge. He stepped out of elevator that just shy of the floor so there was a ledge. Stepping up, he turned and without so much as a word from her, Cain coiled his arm around her in a surprisingly snug and gentle manner and lifted her up onto the plat form before he stepped forwards to the the highly decorative wooden doors made of elm stained a dark cherry.
He parted the doors opening the golden gilded handles opening the doors to a fully functioning room that was dimly lit. A lot of amenities were of course human things, and things Anez wouldn't quite be used to but most of the things were of obvious use to her. The room appeared very formal, very lavish in decor and design. The large windows that were transparent became a solid black wall panel. The bedding was untouched, the sofa looked untouched as well. The clock on the wall stopped on the hour of the day that had been lost to time, that the fabric of society began to rip itself apart.
"Why am I here?" Anez asked, her voice was a whimpered whisper.
"You are here because your society needed a scape goat. You are that person. You were given to me because I brought down a Citadel. I proved what your Silvian arrogance blinded you to. That my people can do anything, that we never wanted to be this way. We can't help what we are, can't stop our natures. Do you know what it is to never sleep because to do so would invite savagery unparalleled? Do you know what it is to have millions of voices screaming, pleading for you to feed them and having to either let them starve, or let them tear each others throats out." Cain gave a slight smile, but it wasn't one of satisfaction, but of quiet thought before walking down the hall.
He parted the doors opening the golden gilded handles opening the doors to a fully functioning room that was dimly lit. A lot of amenities were of course human things, and things Anez wouldn't quite be used to but most of the things were of obvious use to her. The room appeared very formal, very lavish in decor and design. The large windows that were transparent became a solid black wall panel. The bedding was untouched, the sofa looked untouched as well. The clock on the wall stopped on the hour of the day that had been lost to time, that the fabric of society began to rip itself apart.
"Why am I here?" Anez asked, her voice was a whimpered whisper.
"You are here because your society needed a scape goat. You are that person. You were given to me because I brought down a Citadel. I proved what your Silvian arrogance blinded you to. That my people can do anything, that we never wanted to be this way. We can't help what we are, can't stop our natures. Do you know what it is to never sleep because to do so would invite savagery unparalleled? Do you know what it is to have millions of voices screaming, pleading for you to feed them and having to either let them starve, or let them tear each others throats out." Cain gave a slight smile, but it wasn't one of satisfaction, but of quiet thought before walking down the hall.
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Anez walked around awe struck while the king talked. She was really only half listening to what he said as she was already really tired and found this room beautiful in foreign way. When he was done speaking she turned around to look at him while sitting on the bed. It was soft and comfy and she wanted nothing more than jump back and go to sleep, but she could tell business needed to be done, so she kept her eyes open.
"So I'm a scapegoat?" she asked her voice still a whisper. She looked at him, her question came out more hurt then she meant it, but moved on. "A scapegoat for what?" She moved some hair out of her face and behind her ear and looked at him, her eyes begging for sleep. She started picking at her finger nails while she waited for the king to answer. She was also hoping that he would explain better this time because since her mind was driven with sleep she couldn't keep up, and she partially felt like he was talking in riddles trying to avoid the subject, which is weird that you wouldn't tell your hostage why you had kidnapped them.
"So I'm a scapegoat?" she asked her voice still a whisper. She looked at him, her question came out more hurt then she meant it, but moved on. "A scapegoat for what?" She moved some hair out of her face and behind her ear and looked at him, her eyes begging for sleep. She started picking at her finger nails while she waited for the king to answer. She was also hoping that he would explain better this time because since her mind was driven with sleep she couldn't keep up, and she partially felt like he was talking in riddles trying to avoid the subject, which is weird that you wouldn't tell your hostage why you had kidnapped them.
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"A scapegoat for what?" She had asked, causing Cain to pause as he turned around gripping both handles simultaneously. He only turned his head the side, his black eye drifting towards her slowly. It held a grave effect over the tension in the room as would his words carry heavy burden to them. " Think hard princess, about rather or not you want to save your people. The time is coming when choices must be made--for better or worse--what happens to those involved in creating this world and those that will remain living in it." He continued stepping forwards drawing the doors nearly shut. Turning around he stared at her from the now dark hall way. "Get some rest, let your mind figure it all out. If you wake, you may venture along this floor and the one above, I wouldn't advise trying to escape." With that, he shut the doors, sealing her in the room but not locking the door behind him.
He turned to his right, where a cracked marble stairway was lain out before him. Sauntering to it he carried himself up each step, allowing his metal powers to expand from himself to that of the whole of his people. He imagined it to be like a plexus of veins, sprouting conduits into the minds of each Orog. He could see what they saw, feel what they felt. He felt how hungry they were, they had been starving for generations. Eating their ilk wasn't satiating them as it had in the past and his thoughts drifted to how scares humans and Silvians had become. He had managed to find his stone seat, his throne from which he gazed out across the lands. His hand furled and nestled its knuckles along his cheek and his eyes closed. He listened to a thousand weeping lamentations. Creatures that used to be human, now were driven only by impulse and desire.
Only he knew why he brought down the citadel that day. But the king of the Silvians, upon looking at him realized what he was after. From that point on, the king could not look at him because he knew, he knew what had done so long ago...
He turned to his right, where a cracked marble stairway was lain out before him. Sauntering to it he carried himself up each step, allowing his metal powers to expand from himself to that of the whole of his people. He imagined it to be like a plexus of veins, sprouting conduits into the minds of each Orog. He could see what they saw, feel what they felt. He felt how hungry they were, they had been starving for generations. Eating their ilk wasn't satiating them as it had in the past and his thoughts drifted to how scares humans and Silvians had become. He had managed to find his stone seat, his throne from which he gazed out across the lands. His hand furled and nestled its knuckles along his cheek and his eyes closed. He listened to a thousand weeping lamentations. Creatures that used to be human, now were driven only by impulse and desire.
Only he knew why he brought down the citadel that day. But the king of the Silvians, upon looking at him realized what he was after. From that point on, the king could not look at him because he knew, he knew what had done so long ago...
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Anez watched blank faced as the king closed the doors behind her. She let a small sigh escape her, for now the business portion of the day was done. She crawled back on the bed which was more comfortable than she expected, and curled up in a small ball. Tears now freely flowing down her cheeks, she wasn't violently bawling, just silently holding herself in, letting her face become wet and her breath coming out in uneven sighs. She laid there for what seemed like an hour or two before becoming too tired and falling asleep.
It was a dead forest, a forest she remembered though was now brown and smoldering. This was the forest that she used explore all the time, not too long ago, and now it was gone. There was no one in this dead place, she was all alone; her family was gone, her love was gone, she was by herself in lonely dead world. She continued walking around frantically searching for some form of life, for someone to help share her pain. There was none. She looked at the ground hoping to find some plants that could help rebuild her world, help bring back the life filled place she knew. There wasn't any. No water, the clouds above held no rain, the soil was toxic killing an plant that even tried, and the air was poisonous as well. There was no life in place and no way to bring it all back.
Lightning pierced the sky as if ripping it apart like paper, setting a tree in front of Anez on fire. Other dead shells of trees caught on fire as well and soon she found herself in the middle of a fire that would destroy her world further until there was absolutely nothing left, not even the dead. Anez looked around frantically, not knowing what to do, and soon it was too late she was consumed with her world by the fire as well. Soon even she was left of her world.
Anez woke up in a sweat, her heart pounding more so than it ever had before. She looked around confused by her surrounding, expecting to still be in her room on the Citadel she lived on. Then slowly the memories came back, causing a new flood of tears to roll uncontrollably down her face. Even though she felt lost and still was upset about all the loss she had just had, Anez got up from the bed, her limbs shaking. She looked around the room, not sure what she was doing, and collected a small box, some candles, and tore one of the curtains off. She then put the box down, emptying its contents, and put her father's ring, her mother's necklace, and a small gem her love gave her into the box. These were the only items she was able to grab before the Orogs took her away from her home. She then put the curtain, a red shear, over the box; it wasn't black, but it would have to do. She put the candles around the box then, lighting with some matches she found. More tears fell from her face and her sobs getting stronger, though not completely out of control, as she looked at the small memorial she made for her father, mother, and love. She kneeled down, her head resting on the table that the memorial was on.
After a few more minutes for mourning, Anez stood up wiping the tears from her face. She took a deep breath regaining control. She had known since she was little that someday her parents would die and her mother had taught her that you can mourn, but not for long. That you must control yourself because being born into the family she was responsibility would come shortly after their deaths. It was now time for that responsibility, she could feel it. She placed a small bowl that she found next to the box, smashed a beautiful antique glass, and placed a shard in the bowl. This was her small offering or remembrance for those she lost since she didn't have any flowers. She quickly put the rest of the shards into a small pile before walking out of what she assumed would be her new room, though it would never be her home.
"I'll always remember you," Anez whispered to the box, "And I'll my best to protect my people just like you taught father, I'll lead us back into prosperity and happiness just like you wanted mother, and I'll have adventures always just like we were going to have Arawn. I'll do what's best for my people and bring this world to peace once and for all."
It was a dead forest, a forest she remembered though was now brown and smoldering. This was the forest that she used explore all the time, not too long ago, and now it was gone. There was no one in this dead place, she was all alone; her family was gone, her love was gone, she was by herself in lonely dead world. She continued walking around frantically searching for some form of life, for someone to help share her pain. There was none. She looked at the ground hoping to find some plants that could help rebuild her world, help bring back the life filled place she knew. There wasn't any. No water, the clouds above held no rain, the soil was toxic killing an plant that even tried, and the air was poisonous as well. There was no life in place and no way to bring it all back.
Lightning pierced the sky as if ripping it apart like paper, setting a tree in front of Anez on fire. Other dead shells of trees caught on fire as well and soon she found herself in the middle of a fire that would destroy her world further until there was absolutely nothing left, not even the dead. Anez looked around frantically, not knowing what to do, and soon it was too late she was consumed with her world by the fire as well. Soon even she was left of her world.
Anez woke up in a sweat, her heart pounding more so than it ever had before. She looked around confused by her surrounding, expecting to still be in her room on the Citadel she lived on. Then slowly the memories came back, causing a new flood of tears to roll uncontrollably down her face. Even though she felt lost and still was upset about all the loss she had just had, Anez got up from the bed, her limbs shaking. She looked around the room, not sure what she was doing, and collected a small box, some candles, and tore one of the curtains off. She then put the box down, emptying its contents, and put her father's ring, her mother's necklace, and a small gem her love gave her into the box. These were the only items she was able to grab before the Orogs took her away from her home. She then put the curtain, a red shear, over the box; it wasn't black, but it would have to do. She put the candles around the box then, lighting with some matches she found. More tears fell from her face and her sobs getting stronger, though not completely out of control, as she looked at the small memorial she made for her father, mother, and love. She kneeled down, her head resting on the table that the memorial was on.
After a few more minutes for mourning, Anez stood up wiping the tears from her face. She took a deep breath regaining control. She had known since she was little that someday her parents would die and her mother had taught her that you can mourn, but not for long. That you must control yourself because being born into the family she was responsibility would come shortly after their deaths. It was now time for that responsibility, she could feel it. She placed a small bowl that she found next to the box, smashed a beautiful antique glass, and placed a shard in the bowl. This was her small offering or remembrance for those she lost since she didn't have any flowers. She quickly put the rest of the shards into a small pile before walking out of what she assumed would be her new room, though it would never be her home.
"I'll always remember you," Anez whispered to the box, "And I'll my best to protect my people just like you taught father, I'll lead us back into prosperity and happiness just like you wanted mother, and I'll have adventures always just like we were going to have Arawn. I'll do what's best for my people and bring this world to peace once and for all."
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Cain opened his eyes in the first time for hours. Orogs didn't sleep so he wasn't "waking up" in the traditional sense. He was in a state of torpor. It was a state of lowered physiological activity typically characterized by reduced metabolism, heart rate, respiration, and body temperature that occurred in varying degrees especially in hibernating and estivating animals. His eye lids opened slowly, in languid action. His ebony colored eyes, he stared out through the broken remnants of glass. His face void of emotion, stone gray colored lips barely pursing together as he contemplated, pushing out all the other voices like shoving every Orog out of the room in his head. He would leave them be for now.
What would he do with the girl? How would he tell her father had sent her here to be married to an Orog? To be orphaned, even if he hadn't been killed? There was no doubt in Cain's mind that, he would have eventually come after her. A feeble rescue attempt perhaps. Or perhaps to put her out of her misery should she so be implanted with the seed of an unborn child of heritages thought to be an abomination? He leaned back in his stone seat, letting his arm rest down on the broad, flat surface of the arm. He stared out as a king would, surveying his dead and decayed landscape. Should he tell her out right, or should he wait for her to come of it on her own? What would she think of it either way? She was Silvian after all...the name disgusted him. They were pompous creatures, whose only delight was in ensuring they were on top of the world. They didn't care about rejoining the human race, they cared little for humans as they were not as smart as them.
For Orogs though, there was hell to pay. For past transgressions they would have seen the Orogs exterminated in their genocidal campaign. Had he not killed his father and taken control of the Orogs, made them some what unified, or at least directed them towards a common enemy--they mine as well have been. He stood up from his seat and stepped towards the windows, starring upwards towards the blackened sky. There was no telling night from day any more, not here at least. It was always dark, always cold. It was always muddy. He was tired of living like a rat, or a roach ready to be crushed beneath a bootheel...
What would he do with the girl? How would he tell her father had sent her here to be married to an Orog? To be orphaned, even if he hadn't been killed? There was no doubt in Cain's mind that, he would have eventually come after her. A feeble rescue attempt perhaps. Or perhaps to put her out of her misery should she so be implanted with the seed of an unborn child of heritages thought to be an abomination? He leaned back in his stone seat, letting his arm rest down on the broad, flat surface of the arm. He stared out as a king would, surveying his dead and decayed landscape. Should he tell her out right, or should he wait for her to come of it on her own? What would she think of it either way? She was Silvian after all...the name disgusted him. They were pompous creatures, whose only delight was in ensuring they were on top of the world. They didn't care about rejoining the human race, they cared little for humans as they were not as smart as them.
For Orogs though, there was hell to pay. For past transgressions they would have seen the Orogs exterminated in their genocidal campaign. Had he not killed his father and taken control of the Orogs, made them some what unified, or at least directed them towards a common enemy--they mine as well have been. He stood up from his seat and stepped towards the windows, starring upwards towards the blackened sky. There was no telling night from day any more, not here at least. It was always dark, always cold. It was always muddy. He was tired of living like a rat, or a roach ready to be crushed beneath a bootheel...
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Anez sat in a chair next to a desk, her heart was still aching, but she had to power on and figure out why she was brought here. She sat there, a piece of paper and a weird looking pen, staring at it. How could she even begin to think of why she was there? She sighed and leaned back in her chair, biting her lip, thinking, using the information she had from her brief meeting of the Orog's king. She knew that hew was very passionate about being a good king, she got that from his long speeches, and from her dream with the poisonous earth. She wrote all of this down, placing it strategically on the ground so that it would map out her thoughts and where they connected. When she was done half the floor was covered with paper and strings connecting them. She stood up and looked at her work.
"Now what does all this add up to?" she asked herself. She stared at her work, now connecting the thoughts in her head as well. She finally came to the conclusion that ultimately she was brought here with the expectation of helping the Orogs. She sat partially on the edge of the desk. Now the only question what was she supposed to do that would help them? And should she? After all they were the sworn enemy of her people, they ate anybody they cold catch, they killed the people she loved.
Anez got up and walked outside her room, looking around. If this was a prison, she was interested to see where the king lived. She walked over to the elevator only to find there was no way for her to get the door open, so she was stuck. She remembered the king said she go to the next floor up. So she located the stairs and began the climb. Everything was dark outside, ominous, and poisonous. She had stopped a couple times and looked outside, her mind blank to all that was going on. She was finding it hard not to mourn and move on with business when her mind insisted on not thinking. When she got to the top of the stairs she found the king sitting in his throne looking like he was sleeping with his eyes open. She stepped up cautiously toward him.
"So I'm here to help you in some way aren't I?" she asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.
"Now what does all this add up to?" she asked herself. She stared at her work, now connecting the thoughts in her head as well. She finally came to the conclusion that ultimately she was brought here with the expectation of helping the Orogs. She sat partially on the edge of the desk. Now the only question what was she supposed to do that would help them? And should she? After all they were the sworn enemy of her people, they ate anybody they cold catch, they killed the people she loved.
Anez got up and walked outside her room, looking around. If this was a prison, she was interested to see where the king lived. She walked over to the elevator only to find there was no way for her to get the door open, so she was stuck. She remembered the king said she go to the next floor up. So she located the stairs and began the climb. Everything was dark outside, ominous, and poisonous. She had stopped a couple times and looked outside, her mind blank to all that was going on. She was finding it hard not to mourn and move on with business when her mind insisted on not thinking. When she got to the top of the stairs she found the king sitting in his throne looking like he was sleeping with his eyes open. She stepped up cautiously toward him.
"So I'm here to help you in some way aren't I?" she asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.
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"So I'm here to help you in some way aren't I?" The princes had posed the rhetorical question to him, to which he spread his arms open slowly turning while commenting, " To you alone I give the key. But will you open the door?" Cain let his arms fall collapse slowly back down, returning them to his sides. His black eyes were upon her. Both as a predator, but something else was there. Something that would make her skin crawl in frenzy. He smiled stepping towards her. "Forgive me, I am no common Orog. My name is Cain." He muttered, while giving her a bow in false pretense while he continued encircling her. He couldn't deny that the Orog in him wanted her, evident by the slow furling of his knuckles whilst the cracked and popped.
"I do not mean to give you more riddles child, but if I were to flat out tell you what I was planning-what effort would you go through to see the life of those stuck in the mud, barely able to breath let alone find happiness in vain effort while your ilk float above us all enjoying luxuries that should be bestowed in equal measure?" He stepped up from behind, breathing past one cheek. His breath would be found to be oddly stirring to her cheeks, as though something she would not expect from a feral monstrosity. " Truly, what good would it do," He maneuvered his head, breathing past the other cheek. " If I didn't first show you?"
He stepped away, his hand upon the hilt of his sword, laying over its pommel lazily. Before he went the room's one and only entrance, he turned back to her. " You were right, you were brought here for purpose, or payment as your father would have seen it. Now Silvian, do you have the fortitude to seek out why, and the bravery to understand and accept its truths? I see many thing princess, one is the calamity that will certainly befall all races if we do nothing the mend the wound our forefathers made. Its affliction harms us all." Cain then lifted up a piece of burning wood and ventured towards the stairs, but not before tilting his head onwards. " This way for the truth."
He led her back to the elevator which they had come out of, though the doors had closed on their own he yet again pried them open. They were like seventeen hundred pound doors clamped shut like jaws, and he the singular hand that commanded them to open. Guiding her into the machine yet again, this time he held her hand as she would step down into it. He climbed back down as well and hit B2 on the panel of buttons. The machine lurched forwards, the ancient clamps groaning as they released their stationary position. The panels would light up again and show the dismal world below them once more, reminding her how unforgiving the world below her home was. However, as they started to dive deeper in, the world would grow black and the only light would now be peering down from above. It would be as though the further they went down, the more the light had forsaken them. Being surrounded by darkness now, the only illumination the large burning plank of wood from the brazier.
Cain's arm tucked tightly around her as the car came to a deathly stop with a quick jerk at the end. Only one who was an idiot of their surroundings wouldn't know that they were now dangling. How far to the bottom, she wouldn't know. He peeled the doors open to a sea of black. Everywhere just black. No measure of light, nor hope of one. It would be as though they had descended into hell itself. He passed the torch on to her before he carefully scooped her up in his arms. How they were so protective. It would be then that she would probably have realized, he did want to keep her safe--at least for now. Before she could even whimper, he took a running leap out the door. The sensation of terrifyingly falling into a void became abundantly clear...
"I do not mean to give you more riddles child, but if I were to flat out tell you what I was planning-what effort would you go through to see the life of those stuck in the mud, barely able to breath let alone find happiness in vain effort while your ilk float above us all enjoying luxuries that should be bestowed in equal measure?" He stepped up from behind, breathing past one cheek. His breath would be found to be oddly stirring to her cheeks, as though something she would not expect from a feral monstrosity. " Truly, what good would it do," He maneuvered his head, breathing past the other cheek. " If I didn't first show you?"
He stepped away, his hand upon the hilt of his sword, laying over its pommel lazily. Before he went the room's one and only entrance, he turned back to her. " You were right, you were brought here for purpose, or payment as your father would have seen it. Now Silvian, do you have the fortitude to seek out why, and the bravery to understand and accept its truths? I see many thing princess, one is the calamity that will certainly befall all races if we do nothing the mend the wound our forefathers made. Its affliction harms us all." Cain then lifted up a piece of burning wood and ventured towards the stairs, but not before tilting his head onwards. " This way for the truth."
He led her back to the elevator which they had come out of, though the doors had closed on their own he yet again pried them open. They were like seventeen hundred pound doors clamped shut like jaws, and he the singular hand that commanded them to open. Guiding her into the machine yet again, this time he held her hand as she would step down into it. He climbed back down as well and hit B2 on the panel of buttons. The machine lurched forwards, the ancient clamps groaning as they released their stationary position. The panels would light up again and show the dismal world below them once more, reminding her how unforgiving the world below her home was. However, as they started to dive deeper in, the world would grow black and the only light would now be peering down from above. It would be as though the further they went down, the more the light had forsaken them. Being surrounded by darkness now, the only illumination the large burning plank of wood from the brazier.
Cain's arm tucked tightly around her as the car came to a deathly stop with a quick jerk at the end. Only one who was an idiot of their surroundings wouldn't know that they were now dangling. How far to the bottom, she wouldn't know. He peeled the doors open to a sea of black. Everywhere just black. No measure of light, nor hope of one. It would be as though they had descended into hell itself. He passed the torch on to her before he carefully scooped her up in his arms. How they were so protective. It would be then that she would probably have realized, he did want to keep her safe--at least for now. Before she could even whimper, he took a running leap out the door. The sensation of terrifyingly falling into a void became abundantly clear...
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One of Anez's arms wrapped around the Cain's neck, bringing her head into the crook of his neck just below his chin, her eyes were clenched shut though it wouldn't have mattered and so was her jaw as she was trying to to scream. Her other arm and hand were gripping so tightly to the torch that if you could see her hand it would've been bone white.
They landed with a hard thud, though not as bad as it would've been if she had been pushed out. Her muscles were still stiff with the adrenalin of the fall, so she hadn't released her hold on Cain's neck or the torch. Her eyes slowly opened and her jaw unclenched as she began to breath, her breath normal except for the fact that it was so loud.
"You're insane I hope you realize that," she said when she finally got her voice back. Though the small smile that played on her lips proved this wasn't an insult. Her muscles were finally able to move again, though they felt like jelly. She slid down onto her feet, holding onto Cain's arm for support as she found her legs. After a little while she stood up properly again and looked around. There wasn't much to see as the light from the torch didn't extend very fall, really all she could see was the front of Cain's giant form and the ground that was right under her feet. She brushed some hair out of her face to see if that would give her a better look at things.
"Where are we?" she breathed, her voice quiet and airy, as she squinted turning in a slow circle to see if the light would catch anything else.
They landed with a hard thud, though not as bad as it would've been if she had been pushed out. Her muscles were still stiff with the adrenalin of the fall, so she hadn't released her hold on Cain's neck or the torch. Her eyes slowly opened and her jaw unclenched as she began to breath, her breath normal except for the fact that it was so loud.
"You're insane I hope you realize that," she said when she finally got her voice back. Though the small smile that played on her lips proved this wasn't an insult. Her muscles were finally able to move again, though they felt like jelly. She slid down onto her feet, holding onto Cain's arm for support as she found her legs. After a little while she stood up properly again and looked around. There wasn't much to see as the light from the torch didn't extend very fall, really all she could see was the front of Cain's giant form and the ground that was right under her feet. She brushed some hair out of her face to see if that would give her a better look at things.
"Where are we?" she breathed, her voice quiet and airy, as she squinted turning in a slow circle to see if the light would catch anything else.
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They would fall nearly nearly fifteen meters, or fifty feet before his feet would crash into the already partially broken floor. Cain was in a crouched position, fixed to absorb the shock like steel springs. He then stood upright slowly. The Silvian princess had clung to him for dear life, not accustomed to falling sheer vertical heights as he was. When fighting a titan, it was an almost mandatory thing. Titans were particularly enormous variants of Orog, rarely had any one seen one--That didn't stop the horrifying tales of a creature as massively tall as the distance they just fell--crushing entire armies beneath its heel. Very little could stop Titans; specialized Ranger Silvians that garnered support from the dragon-kind had a viable way of keeping them at bay. Humans had battle mechs, surprising ingenuity for a less advanced race called "Leviathans" to com bat both Beserkers and Titans
"You're insane I hope you realize that," She would tell him while breathing particularly hard. Though he would see her beginning to grin as if it were not meant to make taken seriously as an insult but nor was it a ploy. It was genuinely a jest. "I get that a lot...Sometimes the world just needs a little craziness in it." Cain jested back.
Her voice would seem to carry and to echo for what sounded like miles. While the flame was her only way to see, Cain's eyes were well adapted for the dark. He could see in to the veil at the monstrosities that were hidden to the young girls eyes. He took her hand and led her forwards and into the dark. She would hear the dripping of water as though from a leaky faucet, smell the dankness of the cold air. She would almost get a sense of what was to come, her biological senses kicking into overdrive as the tension built inside of her.
"Wait here," He said to her, walking until he disappeared beyond the fires illuminated reach. She would hear a loud metallic bang before lights that were torn down by bombs and gunfire dimly lit the world around her. But it would not be enough to keep her eyes from witnessing a truly savage appearance. Before her and around her were innumerable test tubes. Easily capable of holding a large adult male. The tanks were five feet wide and seven feet tall. Moss grew on them. Yet, what lie within the tanks would defy reason, would alter her world forever.
Humans. Corpses, but not just any human or any corpse. Humans with the onset stages of AS. Azrael Syndrome. Their faces mangles, twisted in suspended animation. Some bibulous, thick skinned like Orog and others...others were diminutive, slender, petite like Silvians.
"May I introduce...your forefathers." Cain said nonchalantly stepping back into view. He gripped the rail one of many left standing, and peered into the murky waters at the grotesque half transformed abominations.
"You asked for the truth, here it is. Long ago, humans--not those buried under the ground those are meta humans humans after the disease. The humans before the disease made many things we now think of as archaic, useless. But to them they were the pride of the race. Monuments to their self worship. They made many things as well you know, automobiles, planes, etc. But they also dabbled in sciences that, for the sake of a better word, did really bad things. They created viral strains to kill their enemies and to cure themselves. They did this for money and power. Supply and demand you see. Well, they eventually stumbled on a disease that they couldn't cure. It evolved to fast, then it went away and they thought they were safe." Cain walked over to the tank behind her and wiped the glass showing a fetus hovering there.
"Then they began to change...Some into more civilized creatures, with great minds came technological advances one after the other--pretty soon the plague was forgotten. What's not broke don't fix it, right?" He then want across and down one wiping the glass revealing a child half turned into an Orog. " See, while you a Silvian lack innate need to kill as humans do, Orogs have it in abundance. That's why they are very good a killing. " He smiled, but it was a smile out of reluctance rather than pride. "This is the first Orog to attack and kill a Silvian. This is where it all began. The war, the strife, the bloodshed. A small five year old boy with no recorded symptoms suddenly metamorphosing into an Orog.In nature there is always a hunter-prey relationship. They adapt to each other. Unfortunately, the humans that were left--yes there were more Silvians at that time--and the Silvians themselves didn't have a natural enemy to adapt to. When the remainder of humans fractured and became Orogs their taste for the flesh became insatiable. First it was cattle, but that wouldn't do or it didn't last. So one attacked a Silvian while transforming because what's the first thing a baby wants? Nourishment. It set off a world.wide.frenzy. Orogs are telepathically connected, they are like ants and bees. They have a hive mind. The rest I'm sure you can guess where it leads to."
"You're insane I hope you realize that," She would tell him while breathing particularly hard. Though he would see her beginning to grin as if it were not meant to make taken seriously as an insult but nor was it a ploy. It was genuinely a jest. "I get that a lot...Sometimes the world just needs a little craziness in it." Cain jested back.
Her voice would seem to carry and to echo for what sounded like miles. While the flame was her only way to see, Cain's eyes were well adapted for the dark. He could see in to the veil at the monstrosities that were hidden to the young girls eyes. He took her hand and led her forwards and into the dark. She would hear the dripping of water as though from a leaky faucet, smell the dankness of the cold air. She would almost get a sense of what was to come, her biological senses kicking into overdrive as the tension built inside of her.
"Wait here," He said to her, walking until he disappeared beyond the fires illuminated reach. She would hear a loud metallic bang before lights that were torn down by bombs and gunfire dimly lit the world around her. But it would not be enough to keep her eyes from witnessing a truly savage appearance. Before her and around her were innumerable test tubes. Easily capable of holding a large adult male. The tanks were five feet wide and seven feet tall. Moss grew on them. Yet, what lie within the tanks would defy reason, would alter her world forever.
Humans. Corpses, but not just any human or any corpse. Humans with the onset stages of AS. Azrael Syndrome. Their faces mangles, twisted in suspended animation. Some bibulous, thick skinned like Orog and others...others were diminutive, slender, petite like Silvians.
"May I introduce...your forefathers." Cain said nonchalantly stepping back into view. He gripped the rail one of many left standing, and peered into the murky waters at the grotesque half transformed abominations.
"You asked for the truth, here it is. Long ago, humans--not those buried under the ground those are meta humans humans after the disease. The humans before the disease made many things we now think of as archaic, useless. But to them they were the pride of the race. Monuments to their self worship. They made many things as well you know, automobiles, planes, etc. But they also dabbled in sciences that, for the sake of a better word, did really bad things. They created viral strains to kill their enemies and to cure themselves. They did this for money and power. Supply and demand you see. Well, they eventually stumbled on a disease that they couldn't cure. It evolved to fast, then it went away and they thought they were safe." Cain walked over to the tank behind her and wiped the glass showing a fetus hovering there.
"Then they began to change...Some into more civilized creatures, with great minds came technological advances one after the other--pretty soon the plague was forgotten. What's not broke don't fix it, right?" He then want across and down one wiping the glass revealing a child half turned into an Orog. " See, while you a Silvian lack innate need to kill as humans do, Orogs have it in abundance. That's why they are very good a killing. " He smiled, but it was a smile out of reluctance rather than pride. "This is the first Orog to attack and kill a Silvian. This is where it all began. The war, the strife, the bloodshed. A small five year old boy with no recorded symptoms suddenly metamorphosing into an Orog.In nature there is always a hunter-prey relationship. They adapt to each other. Unfortunately, the humans that were left--yes there were more Silvians at that time--and the Silvians themselves didn't have a natural enemy to adapt to. When the remainder of humans fractured and became Orogs their taste for the flesh became insatiable. First it was cattle, but that wouldn't do or it didn't last. So one attacked a Silvian while transforming because what's the first thing a baby wants? Nourishment. It set off a world.wide.frenzy. Orogs are telepathically connected, they are like ants and bees. They have a hive mind. The rest I'm sure you can guess where it leads to."
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Anez's arm that was holing the torch went slightly limp. It was fascinating and scary all at once and so this left her amazed her eyes wide. She walked towards the one that Cain had pointed out as the first Silvian. She touched the glass gingerly, her breath now coming out more wispy than heavy.
"Wow," she whispered to no one, "You're amazing, you are." She stared at the her ancestor for a while, not saying a word, not even listen to the water that was dripping in this strange place. She turned to Cain, the amazement she felt evident on her face.
"How did you find this place? Or them?," she asked, "This must have took some serious digging." Her voice was full of praise, something she never thought she'd use for an Orog, or even their king, but the history of the place she was in was so much to take in she wasn't watching her reactions and making sure they were proper.
She then turned and walked around looking at each of the ancestors with the same amount of awe. She felt like she was in the ultimate museum and part of her wanted to take all of this to her people. Show them the long lost history of their war with the Orogs. But she kept this to herself sure that if she even mentioned taking this to her people that Cain would torture or kill her right here with no thought. Not only that, but it would start another war on top of the long standing one they were already in. Though, she felt that this history was wasted on the Orogs because they got the shallow end of the intelligence pool and wouldn't be able to comprehend or even appreciate this history. Again, something she would never mention to the Orog's king as he seemed to be able to at least comprehend an insult when one hit him. All these thoughts however and thankfully were not shown even in the slightest on her face or in her eyes. There was no evidence that she was wanting to steal the exhibition from the thoughtless Orogs, but was instead masked completely by awe and amazement.
"Wow," she whispered to no one, "You're amazing, you are." She stared at the her ancestor for a while, not saying a word, not even listen to the water that was dripping in this strange place. She turned to Cain, the amazement she felt evident on her face.
"How did you find this place? Or them?," she asked, "This must have took some serious digging." Her voice was full of praise, something she never thought she'd use for an Orog, or even their king, but the history of the place she was in was so much to take in she wasn't watching her reactions and making sure they were proper.
She then turned and walked around looking at each of the ancestors with the same amount of awe. She felt like she was in the ultimate museum and part of her wanted to take all of this to her people. Show them the long lost history of their war with the Orogs. But she kept this to herself sure that if she even mentioned taking this to her people that Cain would torture or kill her right here with no thought. Not only that, but it would start another war on top of the long standing one they were already in. Though, she felt that this history was wasted on the Orogs because they got the shallow end of the intelligence pool and wouldn't be able to comprehend or even appreciate this history. Again, something she would never mention to the Orog's king as he seemed to be able to at least comprehend an insult when one hit him. All these thoughts however and thankfully were not shown even in the slightest on her face or in her eyes. There was no evidence that she was wanting to steal the exhibition from the thoughtless Orogs, but was instead masked completely by awe and amazement.
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"Wow," Cain heard her whisper in bewilderment. "You're amazing, you are." She seemed entranced with both the postulation of his recovery, and the origin of their common ancestry. It must have been a marvelous thing to see a a twisted face indistinguishable except for the main characteristics of her bloodline. He watched as she turned around in incredulity and astonishment at his discovery. He wondered if he should tell her that the ones in the tanks were just guinea pigs, lab rats to be squandered on research. That he should tell her that those that became Silvian were the geneticists and the pharmaceutical creators of the very plague that tore the human race in half. That those that were changed by their new venom at the time, were his progenitors and were highly contagious. That the rest of the humans that remained weren't immune to the disease, they just shut the world out and left whoever was left outside their doors--outside.
But he didn't...Because he wanted to believe that humanity was better than the some of its parts. That those few that twisted the others, that those few that ravenously devoured the others, that those few that left the others to die so that they may yet live--were not the prime examples of humanity, they were a stain. That those few who eased the tide of suffering, that those few that who--for better or worse--learned from their mistakes--that those few who dreamt of a world of freedom and happiness were the real picture.
"How did you find this place? Or them?," she had asked, "This must have took some serious digging." An enthralled Anez commented. Cain stared while Cain looked up at the unborn life taken from its mother's womb at the very cusp of life. His eyes betrayed his nature as a ravenous beast. Though ravenous he could very be, a larger part of him still yet held out hope. Hope that humanity might be reunited, that the insatiable, unquenching, voracious appetite--the hunger would fade and with it the pain.
"I did," He started, looking at her with more, humane eyes. "It took me a hundred and thirty years to find this place. To find this tomb. Your people would have seen it buried and hidden." His tone hushed down as he looked around him at the many various forms and shapes, sizes and different stages of life. "I have been...searching for a cure, a cure that would remove the pain of this fallible hunger in me." Cain said, his poignant remark evident by the furling of his fist which in turn cracked each knuckle, and the stern expression he gazed at a twisted human being with.
Releasing his hand free he turned to her, passion burning in the depths of his black eyes. As hot as any dragon's breath, as fierce as any noble heart could fight with. " You wanted to know your purpose," He gestured with his fingers coincidentally pointing down. "It is simple. Help me reunite humanity." He explained. "We are all human, we all came from one origin, one heritage. But because we thought ourselves God, we were divided and made different. There was a time when we lived in peace as one. There were no Orogs, no Silvians--just people." He told her. " I need an heir, someone that will outlive me and see that this is done. I brought you here to make you my bride, and to save every race. Not just Silvians. Not just Orogs. Not just humans. All races.It is a heavy burden, I know, but one we must bear."
But he didn't...Because he wanted to believe that humanity was better than the some of its parts. That those few that twisted the others, that those few that ravenously devoured the others, that those few that left the others to die so that they may yet live--were not the prime examples of humanity, they were a stain. That those few who eased the tide of suffering, that those few that who--for better or worse--learned from their mistakes--that those few who dreamt of a world of freedom and happiness were the real picture.
"How did you find this place? Or them?," she had asked, "This must have took some serious digging." An enthralled Anez commented. Cain stared while Cain looked up at the unborn life taken from its mother's womb at the very cusp of life. His eyes betrayed his nature as a ravenous beast. Though ravenous he could very be, a larger part of him still yet held out hope. Hope that humanity might be reunited, that the insatiable, unquenching, voracious appetite--the hunger would fade and with it the pain.
"I did," He started, looking at her with more, humane eyes. "It took me a hundred and thirty years to find this place. To find this tomb. Your people would have seen it buried and hidden." His tone hushed down as he looked around him at the many various forms and shapes, sizes and different stages of life. "I have been...searching for a cure, a cure that would remove the pain of this fallible hunger in me." Cain said, his poignant remark evident by the furling of his fist which in turn cracked each knuckle, and the stern expression he gazed at a twisted human being with.
Releasing his hand free he turned to her, passion burning in the depths of his black eyes. As hot as any dragon's breath, as fierce as any noble heart could fight with. " You wanted to know your purpose," He gestured with his fingers coincidentally pointing down. "It is simple. Help me reunite humanity." He explained. "We are all human, we all came from one origin, one heritage. But because we thought ourselves God, we were divided and made different. There was a time when we lived in peace as one. There were no Orogs, no Silvians--just people." He told her. " I need an heir, someone that will outlive me and see that this is done. I brought you here to make you my bride, and to save every race. Not just Silvians. Not just Orogs. Not just humans. All races.It is a heavy burden, I know, but one we must bear."
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The torch in Anez's hand dropped, thankfully her mouth didn't though, and she stepped back. Her breath got caught in her throat.
"What?" she asked still backing away until her back was against the glass of a tank with the first Orog. Suddenly all the amazement she felt was replaced by fear, a deep fear that sets into your bones. Everything around her looked like something out of ghost stories, ones that she heard when she was a child that her brother would tell her to scare her.
"W-when were you planning on telling me? After the wedding?" she turned slightly so she could back away further, not letting her eyes off Cain, "And whatever happened to asking me what I thought about all this? Or just asking me in general?!" She turned around completely taking off into the dark, not stopping until she tripped falling on her knees. She didn't get up, just stayed there holding herself, her thoughts drifting to her love's face. The way his smile reminded her of the sun wild, bright, and warm. How his eyes seemed to see into the future all the time as he thought of new things. A tear dropped from one of her eyes, just one, and smile crept on her face. She had loved him with all her heart, leaving no room for doubt. And now that he was gone and she was to be marrying the king of her peoples' enemy, she felt guilt as if doing so would betray her love's memory.
"What?" she asked still backing away until her back was against the glass of a tank with the first Orog. Suddenly all the amazement she felt was replaced by fear, a deep fear that sets into your bones. Everything around her looked like something out of ghost stories, ones that she heard when she was a child that her brother would tell her to scare her.
"W-when were you planning on telling me? After the wedding?" she turned slightly so she could back away further, not letting her eyes off Cain, "And whatever happened to asking me what I thought about all this? Or just asking me in general?!" She turned around completely taking off into the dark, not stopping until she tripped falling on her knees. She didn't get up, just stayed there holding herself, her thoughts drifting to her love's face. The way his smile reminded her of the sun wild, bright, and warm. How his eyes seemed to see into the future all the time as he thought of new things. A tear dropped from one of her eyes, just one, and smile crept on her face. She had loved him with all her heart, leaving no room for doubt. And now that he was gone and she was to be marrying the king of her peoples' enemy, she felt guilt as if doing so would betray her love's memory.
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"What?" She understandably questioned. Her entire demeanor changed drastically to that of a skittish doe. "W-when were you planning on telling me? After the wedding?" She demanded eying him with hurt eyes, rightfully so. He had torn her away from her society, her people--her father. "And whatever happened to asking me what I thought about all this? Or just asking me in general?!" She insisted, Cain hearing the crack in her voice as it reached a near fever pitch--that point where every emotion screamed out of one's soul.
"I didn't," He responded calmly, as if without that passion he had before--without the sentiment of her concern. It would be as though he were only saving her only to even more cruelly twist her into something much worse than a lifeless husk. No, death was a far better place to be than the maddening reality that was befalling her now. However, he continued. " I was going to do it the Orog way, the only way I've ever lived by--every part of me wants you. Your flesh, your blood--your soul. But no. I won't be that mindless monster, I'm better than that. I'm worth saving...at least, my mother seemed to think so." He stated stepping slowly towards her as Anez sobbed on her knees--powerless against him and against the machinations that were in place.
Cain crouched down slowly right in front of her, looking at her with steady eyes that never seemed to miss a beat. " She was raped by a Regular," He persisted in breaching her thoughts with understanding. " Fucked like a common whore until she escaped...for a while. Then she was caught again, raped again and again. She bore a daughter, my half sister then...she just died. Not physically, but emotionally, mentally--spiritually. I had to kill my own mother, I had to run her through. But in my mind--she'd dead been for a long time, I was just severing that last thread that held on to my sister and I and by doing that I was telling her I would look after my sister, I told her she could finally rest." Cain tilted his head, looking up into her teary eyes.
"She saw something in me...Something I will never, could never give up. Hope. When she looked at me, she saw a son. When she looked at me, she saw something that grew inside of her, that depended on her to that strong that through years of neglect and abuse--she never gave up. I won't give up on her, I didn't give up on my sister though she was killed many years ago--I'm not giving up on humanity as whole. But I won't stain it anymore by becoming a monster and doing what my predecessors did. This world...its dark and cold, I'm tired of being cold. The creatures you so haphazardly call 'monsters', they are tired of being hungry and never being full. Tired of the cold too. I have a dream that stretches beyond just you and I--its for the world but it must begin somewhere."
"I didn't," He responded calmly, as if without that passion he had before--without the sentiment of her concern. It would be as though he were only saving her only to even more cruelly twist her into something much worse than a lifeless husk. No, death was a far better place to be than the maddening reality that was befalling her now. However, he continued. " I was going to do it the Orog way, the only way I've ever lived by--every part of me wants you. Your flesh, your blood--your soul. But no. I won't be that mindless monster, I'm better than that. I'm worth saving...at least, my mother seemed to think so." He stated stepping slowly towards her as Anez sobbed on her knees--powerless against him and against the machinations that were in place.
Cain crouched down slowly right in front of her, looking at her with steady eyes that never seemed to miss a beat. " She was raped by a Regular," He persisted in breaching her thoughts with understanding. " Fucked like a common whore until she escaped...for a while. Then she was caught again, raped again and again. She bore a daughter, my half sister then...she just died. Not physically, but emotionally, mentally--spiritually. I had to kill my own mother, I had to run her through. But in my mind--she'd dead been for a long time, I was just severing that last thread that held on to my sister and I and by doing that I was telling her I would look after my sister, I told her she could finally rest." Cain tilted his head, looking up into her teary eyes.
"She saw something in me...Something I will never, could never give up. Hope. When she looked at me, she saw a son. When she looked at me, she saw something that grew inside of her, that depended on her to that strong that through years of neglect and abuse--she never gave up. I won't give up on her, I didn't give up on my sister though she was killed many years ago--I'm not giving up on humanity as whole. But I won't stain it anymore by becoming a monster and doing what my predecessors did. This world...its dark and cold, I'm tired of being cold. The creatures you so haphazardly call 'monsters', they are tired of being hungry and never being full. Tired of the cold too. I have a dream that stretches beyond just you and I--its for the world but it must begin somewhere."
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Anez looked up at Cain, her crying stopped, and she stopped to actually look at him. To try and see what his mother must have saw, she tried looking deep into his obsidian eyes, but still all she could see was the king of her peoples' enemy, though there was a spark of something way deep within him. She wasn't sure what this spark was, if it was kindness, or the "beast part of him" that he had mentioned he was trying to keep back.
She cleared her throat, "Your mother was very brave," she said quietly touching his cheek lightly though this was against her instincts, "But please, could you just ask me first? Pretend like I have a choice and just ask me." She said, her voice containing more comfort and concern than it had since she was first brought here. Though she knew she had no choice and even if she did say "no" she would be forced into this anyway, but deep down her own free will was one of the only things she felt like she had left, and when you have very little left you tend to cling onto what you do have. She just didn't want to let that go even if she was kidding herself that she still did have free will, pretending was better than the realization of the truth.
"Please," she said again.
She cleared her throat, "Your mother was very brave," she said quietly touching his cheek lightly though this was against her instincts, "But please, could you just ask me first? Pretend like I have a choice and just ask me." She said, her voice containing more comfort and concern than it had since she was first brought here. Though she knew she had no choice and even if she did say "no" she would be forced into this anyway, but deep down her own free will was one of the only things she felt like she had left, and when you have very little left you tend to cling onto what you do have. She just didn't want to let that go even if she was kidding herself that she still did have free will, pretending was better than the realization of the truth.
"Please," she said again.
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"Your mother was very brave," Anez had uttered shakily.
The Orog felt a dissimilar sensation that he hadn't been aware of since he was younger. He wasn't sure what to make of it, it was so gentle and not bearing hostile intent. The warmth of Anez's fingers, each like a dimly lit sun upon the horizon of his chiseled face. A velvet breeze slowly spread across his stone hard facade. He was suddenly uneasy, feeling strangely vulnerable. Not in a physical sense, but somewhere in him produced images of fissures in a great fortified wall. Between the cracks, an illumination blossomed, making a part of him curious and full of wonder.
"But please, could you just ask me first? Pretend like I have a choice and just ask me." She begged, she pleaded with him. Then came the realization of what he had done, his mother never had a choice either...
Cain's eyes wince, just briefly as if afflicted by grievous injury. He stood and turned in one flowing motion. In a moment that would seem like forever, but in reality was mere seconds--those cracks dulled, they dimmed and he fell to his knees and leaned forwards, slamming both powerful fists and his forehead into the broken sediments beneath them. Rocks were pulverized, and dirt was swept outwards in an area surrounding him. This sudden out burst would be conjoined with a terribly hurtful grunt. It would seem as though he were being physically tortured as his body swayed back and forth, front to back in a rocking motion.
"I've broken my oath..." He muttered, painstakingly in a growl. "I've gone and clipped your wings when I intended to show you the world outside of you cage." He paused, grinding his forehead into the ground while his hands frequently squeezed and released. He slowly pushed himself back into a sitting position. " This was never supposed to be about force..." He continued. " I realized that, I needed a Silvian. Because I will tire and wear out. Orogs, they don't live as long..." He swallowed, further explaining. " They also carry a much stronger mental capacity. The child would be able to command the Orog race even better than I already do. It can also outlive me, so it can find the missing piece...the part that can make us whole again. " Cain looked at his hands as if he had done something atrocious even to him.
"Maybe I deserve to be down here in the muck and grime...I'm not better than the beasts that I command."
The Orog felt a dissimilar sensation that he hadn't been aware of since he was younger. He wasn't sure what to make of it, it was so gentle and not bearing hostile intent. The warmth of Anez's fingers, each like a dimly lit sun upon the horizon of his chiseled face. A velvet breeze slowly spread across his stone hard facade. He was suddenly uneasy, feeling strangely vulnerable. Not in a physical sense, but somewhere in him produced images of fissures in a great fortified wall. Between the cracks, an illumination blossomed, making a part of him curious and full of wonder.
"But please, could you just ask me first? Pretend like I have a choice and just ask me." She begged, she pleaded with him. Then came the realization of what he had done, his mother never had a choice either...
Cain's eyes wince, just briefly as if afflicted by grievous injury. He stood and turned in one flowing motion. In a moment that would seem like forever, but in reality was mere seconds--those cracks dulled, they dimmed and he fell to his knees and leaned forwards, slamming both powerful fists and his forehead into the broken sediments beneath them. Rocks were pulverized, and dirt was swept outwards in an area surrounding him. This sudden out burst would be conjoined with a terribly hurtful grunt. It would seem as though he were being physically tortured as his body swayed back and forth, front to back in a rocking motion.
"I've broken my oath..." He muttered, painstakingly in a growl. "I've gone and clipped your wings when I intended to show you the world outside of you cage." He paused, grinding his forehead into the ground while his hands frequently squeezed and released. He slowly pushed himself back into a sitting position. " This was never supposed to be about force..." He continued. " I realized that, I needed a Silvian. Because I will tire and wear out. Orogs, they don't live as long..." He swallowed, further explaining. " They also carry a much stronger mental capacity. The child would be able to command the Orog race even better than I already do. It can also outlive me, so it can find the missing piece...the part that can make us whole again. " Cain looked at his hands as if he had done something atrocious even to him.
"Maybe I deserve to be down here in the muck and grime...I'm not better than the beasts that I command."
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Re: [OOC] The Shadows of Undrentide
If you two have decided just to do this one on one let me know. Or if my character is crap let me know too.
Re: [OOC] The Shadows of Undrentide
This sounds really interesting, I'm gonna make a character if you don't mind. Should have he or she (not sure what sex I'm going to make them yet) up tonight sometime tonight.
Edit: Okay she's up, let me know if I need to edit her. Thanks :)
Edit: Okay she's up, let me know if I need to edit her. Thanks :)
Re: [OOC] The Shadows of Undrentide
Hey, hey. They aren't dead therefor they can not be zombies--and they aren't bullet proof, they are bullet resistant. However, I am making a second fantasy--you can be pretty much whatever you want except obvious things like cyclops and dragons. But Elves, Dwarves, Centaurs even.
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Oh. Look. Its me. Bet you wasn't expecting to see me, Huh. Seraph?
Well. I came back, freind might be joining. His new and since I'm waiting for him to show up. Deicded to look up on the old plces.
So, bullet proof, zombie orcs, huh.
What can I be and how fast will this be moving?
Well. I came back, freind might be joining. His new and since I'm waiting for him to show up. Deicded to look up on the old plces.
So, bullet proof, zombie orcs, huh.
What can I be and how fast will this be moving?
Re: [OOC] The Shadows of Undrentide
You were changing names around in the description, are the Oroc different from the Orog? Where do the Silvian live? Who are the Amaranth?
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