Post by Rune Dravre on Dec 11, 2015 9:14:05 GMT -5
There was a question that stayed within the mind of the woman as she stared down at the scroll in her hand. The writing upon it enough to draw ice through her veins. How was it that she kept being found? Rune had made it to where she didn't sleep in one place or one room full time so that it was harder to trace her to that certain room. So when the woman had opened the doors of Lucy's room at the Inne and come across the neatly stamped scroll it had made her pause, pick the parchment up and frown. That had been several hours ago and still the woman sat at the little booth downstairs. The note was simple, it was the person who wrote the note that was the chilling factor. A person she long since believed to be slayed by her hand.
Runic,
I hope this letter finds you well. I have been searching for quite some time
for you my dear and it was just a stroke of luck to pick up your scent here.
Tell me. Have you missed me little lamb? I know that I have missed you. I find
myself lacking something without my favorite possession in my arms. You do
remember those times don't you darling? Should you find yourself wandering
do come and find me... We have much to discuss.
V.
Normally pale flesh was mottled with the pink of a blush and not one of delight. No there was dread and rage building against the forefront of the woman that tried her hardest to stay calm. Her past had come to play with her and it wasn't playing nice. Rising she tucked the letter away, heading for the stairs to get dressed for the day and to hunt down the man that thought it best to taunt her. With shaking hands she pulled herself into the room she had to herself amongst the others at the Inne and found an outfit suitable for the evening. Rune had finally started to get her life together, to get everything on track and this happened. Vykin had been dead for ten years and had stayed that way or she had assumed. The demon who had bought her all those years ago had been found sprawled in pools of his own blood courtesy of the lithe dhampir and now... Now dead men wrote taunting letters and told one they had bought all those years ago as a child bride to come seek them. Rune had taken great cares upon entering adulthood to annul the unholy union and was not fearful of still being married. No there was a deeper fear. One that spoke volumes of her own sanity at times. Looking in the mirror at the creature that stared back at her she was glad for the false hardness to those crystal blue hues, no matter that one was a deeper, richer color. Digits lifted, lingering against the scar that the man had offered up to her instead of a simple kindness that would have seen her through such tender years. Answers.. That was the only reason that she was pursuing this. That and Vykin would not stop until he had either said his peace or was forced to leave. It was hard to force daemons to do anything, so she went with the first of the two options. Not taking things to chance however she did slip on every available weapon not caring if they were hidden or not. Those boots were laced and strapped on and she would look once more to the address scrawled across the back of it. Figures that Rood would be the home to this unholy of meetings. Everything seemed to happen in and around Rood. The place practically mocking her prowess from time to time.
She didn't give warning of her little adventure, not out of distrust however. She had very few that she would trust with such an intimate part of her past, but those few she would trust even with this... If there had been need. There was a slow growing chill in the pit of her stomach as she exited the portal and met the heart of a safe home outside of Rood's city limits. The man was to smart for his own good sometimes. The eatery in which he had chosen was bustling with life at this hour. Morning chater flowing around even as she entered. That mask had been secured and she almost wanted to snatch it away in a show of defiance as blues settled on the man in a corner booth, his dark green eyes almost glowed upon seeing her. Striding forward she sat down opposite of him and across the booth itself, giving as much distance as intimately possible.
"You have found me, now what do you want?" The words were lashed out at the man. Not one to wait for pleasantries or short talk. "Is that anyway to talk to the man that gave his life for you my little abomination?" One of his finely lined brow rose high on his scalp. Long fingers pressed around a tea cup that held contents that he refused to drink, but held to put those around him at a mild ease. The aura of the man was down right explosive and volatile. Promising dark retributions. His words were casual, but their meaning did their job at stoling a blush from the woman he knew would come to his taunting summons. "Tell me Runic.. Do you have no other grace about you that you would come here and sleep with these... lessers instead of grow into a woman with me by your side?" She her the acid of his lie. Another taunt to try and rile her. She looked around the eatery, gauging the reactions of the others. They seemed oblivious to the tension rising in their little booth in hell. " I am not your little anything Vykin and you did not give your life for me... I killed you. There is one huge difference. " Another tremble of her hands had them hiding in her lap as she stared daggers at the man across from her. " And these people are not lessers. They are not lessers to me and they sure as hell aren't lessers to you. The only reason I came here today was because I deserve answers. Answers you weren't willing to give an eleven year old child. Ones you thought that child couldn't handle, but somehow thought she was able to share your bed. " Rune leaned forward her voice catching to hissing whispers. "You'll give me those answers now, and you'll walk out of my life or I will end yours to the point you won't be coming back.. Are we clear? "
Oh she had grown fiesty in her years of aging. There was a small smile on Vykin's face as he leaned forward. His words harboring no softness to his tone. "You want to know why your father allowed you to be sold? Fine Runic I will tell you. Your father saw his death at your hands. One of his seers did and he sought to rid himself of the problem that is you. You were sent to me to be used and to die, which should have happened. You are a true abomination, even amongst abominations and you should not be suffered to live. Of course when I saw the black haired doll I was to be rid of? I just had to keep you for myself. You did cry so well for me.. Make no mistake Rune.. You will not survive around these people. No matter if you think you are on the right path. No matter if you think you can hold it back you are your mother's daughter and you don't belong anywhere. " A card was placed on the table as he rose, towering from his almost seven foot height he looked down at the top of Rune's obsidian crown. "Who could love someone like you? Surely not your own parents so why would someone else? When you've lost everything that is how you can find me Runic.. I'll be waiting. " With that Vykin strolled from the eatery, whistling the same tune he used to whistle when she was young.
The trip home had taken longer than Rune thought it ever could. She had known coming here and meeting with him would make her raw inside. She had known that she wouldn't like the answers he gave her to the questions, and she had still needed to go. Stopping outside of the Inne she looked at the welcoming business and turned her back walking to the seclusion of the lake to clear her head. It had been a decade since Rune had allowed herself to cry for herself. Sitting by Pincer lake she allowed the tears to flow down her cheeks unchecked as she cried for the past she thought she had left behind.
Runic,
I hope this letter finds you well. I have been searching for quite some time
for you my dear and it was just a stroke of luck to pick up your scent here.
Tell me. Have you missed me little lamb? I know that I have missed you. I find
myself lacking something without my favorite possession in my arms. You do
remember those times don't you darling? Should you find yourself wandering
do come and find me... We have much to discuss.
V.
Normally pale flesh was mottled with the pink of a blush and not one of delight. No there was dread and rage building against the forefront of the woman that tried her hardest to stay calm. Her past had come to play with her and it wasn't playing nice. Rising she tucked the letter away, heading for the stairs to get dressed for the day and to hunt down the man that thought it best to taunt her. With shaking hands she pulled herself into the room she had to herself amongst the others at the Inne and found an outfit suitable for the evening. Rune had finally started to get her life together, to get everything on track and this happened. Vykin had been dead for ten years and had stayed that way or she had assumed. The demon who had bought her all those years ago had been found sprawled in pools of his own blood courtesy of the lithe dhampir and now... Now dead men wrote taunting letters and told one they had bought all those years ago as a child bride to come seek them. Rune had taken great cares upon entering adulthood to annul the unholy union and was not fearful of still being married. No there was a deeper fear. One that spoke volumes of her own sanity at times. Looking in the mirror at the creature that stared back at her she was glad for the false hardness to those crystal blue hues, no matter that one was a deeper, richer color. Digits lifted, lingering against the scar that the man had offered up to her instead of a simple kindness that would have seen her through such tender years. Answers.. That was the only reason that she was pursuing this. That and Vykin would not stop until he had either said his peace or was forced to leave. It was hard to force daemons to do anything, so she went with the first of the two options. Not taking things to chance however she did slip on every available weapon not caring if they were hidden or not. Those boots were laced and strapped on and she would look once more to the address scrawled across the back of it. Figures that Rood would be the home to this unholy of meetings. Everything seemed to happen in and around Rood. The place practically mocking her prowess from time to time.
She didn't give warning of her little adventure, not out of distrust however. She had very few that she would trust with such an intimate part of her past, but those few she would trust even with this... If there had been need. There was a slow growing chill in the pit of her stomach as she exited the portal and met the heart of a safe home outside of Rood's city limits. The man was to smart for his own good sometimes. The eatery in which he had chosen was bustling with life at this hour. Morning chater flowing around even as she entered. That mask had been secured and she almost wanted to snatch it away in a show of defiance as blues settled on the man in a corner booth, his dark green eyes almost glowed upon seeing her. Striding forward she sat down opposite of him and across the booth itself, giving as much distance as intimately possible.
"You have found me, now what do you want?" The words were lashed out at the man. Not one to wait for pleasantries or short talk. "Is that anyway to talk to the man that gave his life for you my little abomination?" One of his finely lined brow rose high on his scalp. Long fingers pressed around a tea cup that held contents that he refused to drink, but held to put those around him at a mild ease. The aura of the man was down right explosive and volatile. Promising dark retributions. His words were casual, but their meaning did their job at stoling a blush from the woman he knew would come to his taunting summons. "Tell me Runic.. Do you have no other grace about you that you would come here and sleep with these... lessers instead of grow into a woman with me by your side?" She her the acid of his lie. Another taunt to try and rile her. She looked around the eatery, gauging the reactions of the others. They seemed oblivious to the tension rising in their little booth in hell. " I am not your little anything Vykin and you did not give your life for me... I killed you. There is one huge difference. " Another tremble of her hands had them hiding in her lap as she stared daggers at the man across from her. " And these people are not lessers. They are not lessers to me and they sure as hell aren't lessers to you. The only reason I came here today was because I deserve answers. Answers you weren't willing to give an eleven year old child. Ones you thought that child couldn't handle, but somehow thought she was able to share your bed. " Rune leaned forward her voice catching to hissing whispers. "You'll give me those answers now, and you'll walk out of my life or I will end yours to the point you won't be coming back.. Are we clear? "
Oh she had grown fiesty in her years of aging. There was a small smile on Vykin's face as he leaned forward. His words harboring no softness to his tone. "You want to know why your father allowed you to be sold? Fine Runic I will tell you. Your father saw his death at your hands. One of his seers did and he sought to rid himself of the problem that is you. You were sent to me to be used and to die, which should have happened. You are a true abomination, even amongst abominations and you should not be suffered to live. Of course when I saw the black haired doll I was to be rid of? I just had to keep you for myself. You did cry so well for me.. Make no mistake Rune.. You will not survive around these people. No matter if you think you are on the right path. No matter if you think you can hold it back you are your mother's daughter and you don't belong anywhere. " A card was placed on the table as he rose, towering from his almost seven foot height he looked down at the top of Rune's obsidian crown. "Who could love someone like you? Surely not your own parents so why would someone else? When you've lost everything that is how you can find me Runic.. I'll be waiting. " With that Vykin strolled from the eatery, whistling the same tune he used to whistle when she was young.
The trip home had taken longer than Rune thought it ever could. She had known coming here and meeting with him would make her raw inside. She had known that she wouldn't like the answers he gave her to the questions, and she had still needed to go. Stopping outside of the Inne she looked at the welcoming business and turned her back walking to the seclusion of the lake to clear her head. It had been a decade since Rune had allowed herself to cry for herself. Sitting by Pincer lake she allowed the tears to flow down her cheeks unchecked as she cried for the past she thought she had left behind.