12/7/2019 12:51:58 PM by
Chaosophia
(Edited: 12/7/2019 12:54:04 PM)
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The night elf woman remained in her catatonic state in the dank room. Placed by her rival high elf companion for many nights prior to the betrayal which lead her now to her almost certain fate. Deep growls emitting from the shadows of the dark castle corner. The smell of decay on the cold breeze which bellowed from the cracks of many battles upon the mighty stone walls. She was stunned by a needle of alchemical poison. She was completely aware of her surrounds, but her body remained limp and as lifeless as a flower frozen by the first frost of winter.
The growls became closer. Fear set in her mind as it raced with anxiety of what was lurking. Her vision black as night without the presence of the moons which lit her realm from darkness so vile and cold. Only her imagination could answer her thoughts trying to decipher the growls into common lore of what she could perceive the monster to be. She could not decipher a common distinguishing of sound.
The growls became close enough she could feel the vibrations get stronger as it neared. A hissing strike on the ground and at this moment she knew the tentacled beasts identity. She knew it wasn't long before it's maw would be upon her. Fear and every emotion went into trying to move her limbs subdued by the poison. She knew this beast, and that it preferred the poison she was afflicted with. For it was it's own venom. She know knew the the beast in it's horrifying form, as it inched closer to her stasis body. She knew her persistence in trying to free herself from her state of motionless was in vain, but could not stop her tries to free herself from the poison's icy hold.
She knew her time was coming closer and closer to an end with each guttural growl and slosh of tentacle striking the stone floor. The anger from having fallen by the hand of a high elf echoed her sentiment of hatred towards not only her now rival, but herself for even entertaining the alliance they were forced into deep in the forest, days prior. The alliance which only granted her a few more days from the perils prior. The absolute irony that that death would have been quick, compared to the one which now awaits her fate. The one which will allow her thoughts to race as it lags in time slowly. She knew she had been outwitted. She knew she had made a fatal mistake.
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