Elven fantasy

[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

With his convicitons shaken by the crones words Thildemar accepted his sisters arm and walked from the hut, back into the dimming forest. They were back in the heart of the village before he knew it, and no more than ten steps away from sending Aria to her fate. He stopped and turned to Aria. "You cannot do this." Desperation in his eyes. "We can go to the elders, demand that the girl, Rose take your place in Undar's bed! She is of our bloodline too, and is the youngest of us! The TRUE last child. Not you Aria." He knew how dispicable it was of him to suggest that the elder's "guest" take her place but he was overtaken by the last desparate hope to save his sister.

Seeing the look on his sisters face made him immediatly wish to take his words back.

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose/Lady Atheria

Lady Atheria smiled softly at the question and launched into an explenation of things. She noted however, as Rose's head droped, until she was laying asleep at Giamond's side.

"It seems I've bored her to sleep..." she said amused, smiling at Giamond.

 

[Ravenloft]

Giamond:

"Yes, well she has had a long day I fear..." Shaking his head, clear of its own cobwebs he engaged Atheria with his eyes. "So, why did you come back? Last I recall, things were left on none too good of terms between us. So it can't be souly for my sake that you have returned..."

 

[RoseThorn]

Lady Atheria/Rose

"No," Lady Atheria admitted slowly.

"But I had feared something like this could happen and I set up a few safeguards to tell me if it did...Besides, I thought it time we let our daughter know who she was..."

She watched as the shadows gently moved the sleeping Rose to lay beside Giamond.

 

[Ravenloft]

Giamond:

With a sigh Giamond turned his attention to Rose's content, sleeping face. "We did make a beautiful child, you and I. I am just sorry we could not give her a life to match." He said, looking back to Atheria, his gaze betraying a hint of accusation.

 

[RoseThorn]

Lady Atheria

"We had good reasons for what we did, Giamond. You more then I. Would you have willing went through this before?" Atheria asked, bringing her chin up.

 

[Ravenloft]

Giamond:

Lowering his eyes with guilt. "No... I wouldn't have... But at least I tried to help her when I could." He said, trying to soften the blow to his torn heart.

 

[RoseThorn]

Lady Atheria

"I had already left her life, I saw no reason to force myself in. She deserved better then just tid bits of affection. If I had to leave my daughter...I refused to make it more painful to either myself or her." Atheria's voice had a hard edge and the shadows pulled Rose tighter to Giamond.

 

[Ravenloft]

Giamond:

"I... I think you should leave now..." Giamond said bitterly. Even though his fatigue was quickly overtaking him he was able to give Atheria a steady glare, showing her his seriousness.

 

[RoseThorn]

Lady Atheria

"Very well, let me..." Lady Atheria stepped forward to rouse Rose, at the same time she consentrated a sleep spell on Giamond, as she reached Rose she was stopped by a wall of shadows.

*You are mine, move.*

*SHE IS OURS*

Startled, Lady Atheria backed away.

"We will speak later..." she murmured turning and leaving. Outside the hut a hand caught her arm.

"Where is this the child, Atheria?" the voice growled.

"You'll have her...Just give me time. I thought by seperating them we wouldn't have this problem, but she had to show up..."

"It matters not, you will have her for us in a weeks time, or all deals are off..." With this parting jab, and a whif of sulfer, the being was gone.

 

[Ravenloft]

Giamond:

Even before Atheria's spell Giamond's head had been lulling every few minutes, and the last shreds of his will were poured into his comanding stare. So when her spell had pushed him into sleep it seemed completely natural. His eyes closed one last time for the night and his head fell back onto a soft, down filled pillow. Never seeing Atheria attempting to take rose with her nor Rose's shadows blocking her from doing so.

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose/Lady Atheria

Lady Atheria sat cross legged in the center of the tree she'd been provided with.

*Come to me*

The shadows moved slowly into her hut.

*You are mine, you were only to keep the child safe till she was prime for sacrafice...*

*WE NO LONGER WISH TO GIVE HER UP*

*You have no choice. I give you your power...*

*NO MORE, WE FORESAW THIS. THE CHILD NOW HOLDS OUR POWER*

*That's immpossable! You're mine I made you...!*

*YOU MADE US SENTIENT TO PROTECT HER, WE ARE*

With that the shadows retreated to curl around their Mistress.

****

Rose tossed and turned beside Giamond.

In dream:
Rose was surrounded by darkness. She wasn't afraid though, she could feel the shadows.

*What's wrong...?*


*THERE ARE THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW....*

 

[wetneice]

Ariadne looked at Thildemar with distaste. "Brother,"she said after a moment,"I was bred for this, as were you. It is my fate. You cannot put a stranger in my place. Undar would tear her in two. As it is,"she added lowly so none would hear,"It will pain me less now because of the crone's doing. I can thank the trolls for that."

Turning then, she placed her fingers on his arm. "Come on, Thil,"she said with some affection,"It's not everyday you see your sister taken publically. We wouldn't want to be late."

Moving forward, both entered the circle of elven folk and penetrated the center. There, the elders sat on intricately carved wooden chairs in a half-circle. In the center, stood a plush white bed, covered in pure white linen, surrounded by burning staffs. Ariadne gulped as she stared at it and then caught Undar's eye.

 

[Ravenloft]

Undar:

Undar's white hair hung just short of his shoulders and his dark eye's devoured Aria even now. His lips curled up into a lust filled smirk. Aria was ushered forward, to the bed just as he. The elder's began their chanting, to sanctify the ritual. This irritated Undar, all he wanted was to take her, their rituals ment nothing to him. Setting on the edge of the bed he waited for the elders to finish their chant and for Aria to be disrobed by the one that was to give her over to him.

 

[wetneice]

Ariadne sat on the other end of the bed from Undar, although she could feel the heat from his body and the lust emulating from him. She sat serenly, although the ritual chanting was already taking its effect. She could feel her nipples hardening perceptively, her pussy moistening to the point of drenching the sheet underneath her, and for heat to caress her body.

The chanting stopped and she looked at Thildemar expectantly, her heart beating madly in anticipation and nervousness.

 

[Draslin]

Draslin

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[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

With his eye's cast to the ground Thildemar came up behind Aria and placed his hands on her waist, taking the fabric of her shirt between his fingers he pulled it up, over her head. She stood without it now, exposing her firm, rounded breasts to all in attendance. Thildemar dropped the shirt onto the bed and then knelt, pulling free her lower garment. He stood again, placing it on top of Aria's shirt.

A female of Undar's clan did the same to him. Thildemar stepped back at the same time as the Drow female.

 

[Ravenloft]

Undar:

Stepping forward now, he grabbed Aria roughly about the waist, slaming her against him and she could feel his hard cock against her inner thigh, throbbing. His greedy eye's caught her's for just a moment before he pushed her back onto the bed. His weight and heat seemed to consume her and for all of his loutish, unelf-like behaviour she wanted him to take her, and end this maddening lust she felt.

Once he saw the elder's nod for him to proceed he turned his eye's back to Aria's and whispered so that only she could hear. "I am going to revel in your pain..." His mouth fell against her's harshly and he thrusted into her soaked cunt with great force, making her body shake with the force.

 

[Ravenloft]

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[Draslin]

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[Draslin]

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[Roland Gilliad]

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[Ravenloft]

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