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A tall woman sits silently in the corner of a room. black walls rusted with dark red blood stains. the sound of dripping water and rats scurring around in search of crumbs the only sounds. a small sky light barely letting in enough light. pale hands wrapped around drawn up knees. a wave of black hair with blonde streaks hides her face as silent sobs shake her body. suddenly she stands up clutching a silver dagger. as she stands a chain rattles she reaches up touching the silver collar clasped around her kneck almost reverently. then screams in defiance of her memories. looking down at the dagger she howls in anger. knowing the dagger was nothing compared to the power of Anarchy the devil who inprisoned her here. she hurls the dagger across the cell. it clatters uselessly against the far wall. then comes the howl of a single wolf long and loud as if calling to a friend. a second howl answers the first. the two wolfs stop howling and the woman hears the sound of something trying to dig into her cell. she shivers but she is not real worried because when Anarchy inprisoned her. he did a good job making sure she could not get out and nothing could get in. the woman knew though that he had set a watch outside of the cell but she never knew what it could be. then she smiled licking her dry lips. Anarchy had converted her to a night creature like these wolfs of his. maybe she could find a way to commune with them and beg for there help. she closes her eyes and begins to chant silently. reaching out with her mind trying to link with those outside of her cell. something tentative touches her mind with a youthful curousity. she opens her mind to the presence of the youth sharing her need with it. the youthful presence vanishes to be replaced by the precense of an elder. the elder tests her minds debth with his own. two wolfs sit outside of the cell. one white and one silver in colour. the white one named Warend the elder watches the cell day and night waiting. Anarchy commanded it so. they both knew the girl would eventually reach out seaking help. the silver one named Kiraz the youth stood up with excitement. of the four months it had stood watch with Warend. this was the first time the girl was trying to use one of the gifts given to her by Anarchy when he converted her. the silver one whines. "Warend please let me visit with her im lonely Anarchy wont know.", Kiraz says. Warend turns around a snarl on his face. "no one is allowed to visit her Anarchy wishes it so.", Warend says. |
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