Post by Imryrr Armunn on Jun 7, 2007 7:10:25 GMT -5
A servant boy ran passed Imryrr and paused only long enough to alert her that her father was beginning to stir before continuing at full pace down the steps and out of Armunn Keep, a look of great fear on his face.
Xyr'Kor, a brother in the Dark Order , stood nearby and Imryrr asked for him to join her.
"I wish to speak to ....this beast and I have waited long enough".
They made their way up the the Deamon chamber, with Imryrr leading the way with a determined stride. The cold stiffness paining her legs with each step. She would ignore it. He, whoever this was, would not see her weak.
Tarothin was standing inside the circle. Looking slightly dazed as if just awakening and still trying to determine his surroundings. He saw and watched their approach.
Imryrr stripped off her leathered helm to let her long black hair flow. If this was in fact, the Dark Knight, seeing her face fully, might help him to know that this was the young girl he left years ago, now grown.
Her stoic eyes, with their white on white pupils looked up at him. This time though, it was not a look of admiration she bestowed upon her father. More so, it was a look of inspecting him. She too, was being inspected.
"You claim to be my father? Tarothin Armunn?", her voice strong.
"That depends. Do you claim to be my daughter, Imryrr?" his voice strong to match, yet almost amused.
Imryrr tilted her head in a hardly noticable fashion. Was his question sincere or was he toying with her? Making this a game? She would not be toyed with. "I AM....Imryrr Armunn."
He spoke, at first to himself, as if this was some fake image to trick him. She'd been prepared for this though. The idea that this could be another deamon, playing a trick, marring her father's memory with a pretense of insanity, stayed with her.
She was about to leave, refusing to waste her time with his rambling when she heard him ask, "And you claim to lead the Dark Order now?"
"I do." She said simply to the point.
Angry sounding words from him, and Imryrr's mind worked. If it is a game he wants to play, then let us play,....by MY rules.
She was about to tell him more of her leadership but his insane rambling began again and he listened only to himself. A mention from him that he thought her was a wraith struck like a barb and stirred her anger. "I am NO wraith. Do not call me such again or I will make sure you are sent back from where you came," she spat out.
His own anger was shouted out. She had dared give him an order? He wasn't going to stand for it.
It went on for a few moments. Back and forth between father and daughter. A nerve struck. An angry response. A cold, amused look. And then at last, Imryrr found her target. The very thing she could dangle...or threaten. His freedom from the circle.... (Check)
Let him taste freedom, she thought. and I will snatch it from him after. He will learn who rules now and who has won this game.
Imryrr approached the circle he stood in. They both smiled simultaneously, but for different reasons.
"Yes. Come closer", he said, slyly.
She looked down to the floor and was about to break the circle of protections when she heard it again. Another reference to her being a wraith. Imryrr looked up angrily and sneered through clenched teeth, "I warned you, beast. You will not refer to me as that which took my father from me and left me physically weaker".
She growled, very rarely did she ever growl, but now her anger was directed inward. She'd exposed her weakness to him. Tarothin picked up on this fact as soon as it was delivered and smiled down at his daughter as if to say....(Check).
Then, he switched gears and became calmer. Deciding to be more agreeable for now, and offered to strike a bargain on not calling her a wraith, but she'd have to release him.
He's wasted his move, she thought. She was already going to release him, and so she quickly agreed.
Imryrr slid her foot slowly across the circle of blood, marring it's line and there by, releasing the deamon that was her father.
She pivoted out of his way and turned toward the exit in one motion, while her father gave out a loud, roar upon his release as he exited the circle, not caring of anything in his wake.
.
Xyr'Kor, a brother in the Dark Order , stood nearby and Imryrr asked for him to join her.
"I wish to speak to ....this beast and I have waited long enough".
They made their way up the the Deamon chamber, with Imryrr leading the way with a determined stride. The cold stiffness paining her legs with each step. She would ignore it. He, whoever this was, would not see her weak.
Tarothin was standing inside the circle. Looking slightly dazed as if just awakening and still trying to determine his surroundings. He saw and watched their approach.
Imryrr stripped off her leathered helm to let her long black hair flow. If this was in fact, the Dark Knight, seeing her face fully, might help him to know that this was the young girl he left years ago, now grown.
Her stoic eyes, with their white on white pupils looked up at him. This time though, it was not a look of admiration she bestowed upon her father. More so, it was a look of inspecting him. She too, was being inspected.
"You claim to be my father? Tarothin Armunn?", her voice strong.
"That depends. Do you claim to be my daughter, Imryrr?" his voice strong to match, yet almost amused.
Imryrr tilted her head in a hardly noticable fashion. Was his question sincere or was he toying with her? Making this a game? She would not be toyed with. "I AM....Imryrr Armunn."
He spoke, at first to himself, as if this was some fake image to trick him. She'd been prepared for this though. The idea that this could be another deamon, playing a trick, marring her father's memory with a pretense of insanity, stayed with her.
She was about to leave, refusing to waste her time with his rambling when she heard him ask, "And you claim to lead the Dark Order now?"
"I do." She said simply to the point.
Angry sounding words from him, and Imryrr's mind worked. If it is a game he wants to play, then let us play,....by MY rules.
She was about to tell him more of her leadership but his insane rambling began again and he listened only to himself. A mention from him that he thought her was a wraith struck like a barb and stirred her anger. "I am NO wraith. Do not call me such again or I will make sure you are sent back from where you came," she spat out.
His own anger was shouted out. She had dared give him an order? He wasn't going to stand for it.
It went on for a few moments. Back and forth between father and daughter. A nerve struck. An angry response. A cold, amused look. And then at last, Imryrr found her target. The very thing she could dangle...or threaten. His freedom from the circle.... (Check)
Let him taste freedom, she thought. and I will snatch it from him after. He will learn who rules now and who has won this game.
Imryrr approached the circle he stood in. They both smiled simultaneously, but for different reasons.
"Yes. Come closer", he said, slyly.
She looked down to the floor and was about to break the circle of protections when she heard it again. Another reference to her being a wraith. Imryrr looked up angrily and sneered through clenched teeth, "I warned you, beast. You will not refer to me as that which took my father from me and left me physically weaker".
She growled, very rarely did she ever growl, but now her anger was directed inward. She'd exposed her weakness to him. Tarothin picked up on this fact as soon as it was delivered and smiled down at his daughter as if to say....(Check).
Then, he switched gears and became calmer. Deciding to be more agreeable for now, and offered to strike a bargain on not calling her a wraith, but she'd have to release him.
He's wasted his move, she thought. She was already going to release him, and so she quickly agreed.
Imryrr slid her foot slowly across the circle of blood, marring it's line and there by, releasing the deamon that was her father.
She pivoted out of his way and turned toward the exit in one motion, while her father gave out a loud, roar upon his release as he exited the circle, not caring of anything in his wake.
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