A Dark Seed

[Catarrh 720]

   ((Much credit and thanks to Craotor, who rp'd the spirit in this incident.))

 

   Malog stood in the grasslands, sorounded by darkness. He heard no sounds, nor felt the wind against his face. It was almost as if time had stopped. Malog grunted to himself as he looked around curiously. Suddenly, he heard thunder coming from behind a hill that he had not seen before. It echoed through the grasslands almost as if calling for him. He looked in the direction of the thunder, and heeded the call, breaking into a dash for the hill.

  

   As he came closer, the thunder changed from the sound of nature to a voice that he had never heard before. It spoke in a deep brutal tone, "Zo, latz haz kume at lazt...."
  

   Malog stopped as he heard the voice, "Who am lat?"
  

   "Hur Hur hur, latz nub rekognize me young ash?" It paused for a few minutes, "Me iz latz MAZTAR!"
  

   Malog's eyes widened at the voice's proclamation of masterhood, "Mi... maztur?"
  

   "Yub yung ash, latz bluudline waz prumized tu me... me will take wha iz mine nuw...."
  

   Malog felt the darkness begin to come closer and closer. He snorted and growled as he saw the darkness closing around him, "Bak!" He roared as he swung his fists at the encroaching shadows.
  

   The shadows continued to aproach and the voice begins to laugh "Azzept id like latz anzezturz did.... HUR HUR HUR! Led me revel mi zelf, mi zervant." The darkness in front of Malog split in half and from it a giant eye appeared.
  

   Malog reared back at the sight of the spirit, thinking back on family stories told to him as a cub in hushed tones at night, "Ixli..."
  

   "Zo latz du gruk me? Hosh!" He paused and began to laugh, "Latz anzeztur prumizzed all latz bluudline ib me gib him wha he dezired, mi did mi part uf da deal. Id be time tu kullekt."
  

   The darkness seemed to now charge directly at him, it tried to engulf him completely. Malog roared at the darkness and continued deperately to fight against it, "Nub!"
  

   "Pathetic, dere nub be many uf latz left nuw. Muzt uf dem gave in tu me or tu mi zervantz, latz will du da zame" The shadows had almost fully engulfed him, they were up to his neck. "Latz haz nub chuize, latz will be me zervant... HUR HUR HUR..."
  

   Malog roared and snarled as the darkness crawled up his neck, "Nub!"

 

   "Hur hur ... yez."

 

   The shadows were all over him except for his eye. The Daemon spirit continued to laugh when suddenly Malog heard a second voice echo through the Darkness. It was a smooth voice, calming but strong. It said, "Ztup."

 

   Instantly the shadows retreated and Itxli retreated with them, "We will meet again. Latz will be me zervant. Id be invevitable."

 

   Malog woke up in a cold sweat, and sat up quickly. He looked down to Durah sleeping at his side, then looked up at the ceiling. He panted heavily as something from his family's obscure history had come back to haunt him. He got up quietly, and made his way to the shaman camp.

[ToenailTickler 290]

Bubbub is too busy chilling in the spirit world to notice Malog's troubles.

 

Spittifiz doesn't care.

[spawnfan55 5]

Bodakk lays inside his hut groping a small statue modeled in the image of the spirit of light made of mage gold. He looks outside at the darkness, gripping it tighter.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.