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Post by micaylah on Sept 24, 2008 16:42:09 GMT -5
"Wishful thinking on both our parts. It is too early for the child yet." she spoke with disgust in her voice. "Then again, perhaps it would be the blessing that I seek to labor now for a non-viable life." She thought about what she could do to hasten the premature labor. Exercise, stress, what she really needed were herbs but he had been careful. Nashante wondered how he had learned of the plants and herbs used by the Seithrs. She lay upon the bed thinking of any way to hasten the labor to rid her of this unwanted abomination.
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Post by taran on Sept 24, 2008 16:44:11 GMT -5
Mar smiled at her, thinking. "You know, if you produce a non-viable heir, you will be forced to produce another. And we would go through all of this nonsense over again."
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Post by micaylah on Sept 24, 2008 17:10:05 GMT -5
Nashante threw her head back. She had already endured so much. Seven months of her life, taken from her to act as incubator for this...child. "You disgust me you insolent dog." Her insults were losing their flair as the time with Mar seemed to drag on forever. "However much it pains me, you are right. I will not go through this again. Ever." She felt the pain again as it gripped her abdomen. "Arhhh. She moved her hands to her belly as she doubled over on the bed. "Mar do something! This is too early and I will not suffer this fate again!" The child within her caused the pains to her mother on purpose. She felt the emotions of Nashante and sought to inflict harm on her, not realizing that she could harm herself in the process.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 24, 2008 18:40:50 GMT -5
Morzan sat limply in a chair, cradling his daughter in his arms. Gloriana was dead. His wife...his life...everything that anything to him...gone. The beautiful elf who had captured his heart was now being prepared to be laid forever under the ground. His life seemed so...empty now. He looked at the infant in his arms. She was the only reason he had to go on living now. He held her close, hesitant to part with her, even for a wet nurse. The child opened her aqua eyes--so like those of her mother's--and gazed up at him. His heart melted and he kissed her brow. "Marola," he said.
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Post by taran on Sept 24, 2008 21:26:58 GMT -5
Mar walked to Nashante, feeling the child within. "Alright," he said, placing his hands on her large belly. He sent the child soothing thoughts and emotions. He felt a connection with the child, a sort of love. He shook his head as he felt it. The shaking and tremors caused by the child faded as Mar finished with calming it. 'Child, I know not who you are, but do not hurt your mother. If you do, you will only injure yourself, possibly kill yourself. I know you can understand me, so listen to my words."
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Post by micaylah on Sept 24, 2008 22:07:55 GMT -5
Nashante felt the pain subside. The child within her reacting to Mars touch, the darkness within the child retreating. The child within her moved in response to his touch. Stirring under his hands. Nashante didn't care about anything so long as the pain ceased.
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Post by taran on Sept 24, 2008 22:11:37 GMT -5
Mar felt himself drawn to a person not even born, an instinctive feeling of protection. He would do anything to protect that child, even if he was not ordered to. He walked back to his seat, letting the everyday jobs take over his mind.
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Post by micaylah on Sept 26, 2008 13:50:28 GMT -5
Nashante fell to the grips of sleep as the child lay within her. Awakened by the touch of Mar’s mind. She would leave the woman in peace for now but the time would soon come. Nashante awakened the next morning feeling weak. She rose and walked toward Mar, still sitting in his chair near the door. “Aren’t you tired of that infernal chair after all these months? You sit and watch me like a dog watches a bone.” She sneered at him as she made her way to the washroom to clean up and change clothes. Her form increasing to the size where she now waddled when she walked. The feel disgusted her. She made her way slowly past him for the door. “I’m hungry. I want to go to the dining hall.” She walked out into the hall and rounded the corridor to the central area of the castle. The servants stared at her as they eyed her ever-growing belly. She rolled her eyes and looked to Mar. “This is tiring.” She reached out to him, taking his arm and the guise of his lover. Soon everything would return to normal and she would return to the coven. He would pay dearly one day. She would see to that.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 26, 2008 15:53:51 GMT -5
Morzan walked away from the funeral pyre with an empty look in his eyes. He would soon have to return to Uru'baen and get on with his life. Life? he thought spitefully, What life? My life is a joke, and a bad one at that. My wife is dead. I am loyal to a madman. I am bonded to a dragon and I cannot even say his name. He is practically a stupid creature, no longer the magnificent thing that hatched for me. Even as he thought of his dragon, he approached him. Touching his leg gently. Morzan tried to hard to say his dragon's name, but all that escaped his lips was a stream of gibberish. He cursed the dragons that did this to him. THe red dragon looked at him sadly. He, too, was wishing he could say his own name. "I promise you," Morzan told the dragons in the ancient language through gritted teeth, "We will find a way to give you your name back. This Banishing of Names will not be permanent, even if it takes us the rest of our life. You will have a name again." THe dragon looked at him with hope and sorrow in his eyes. Morzan sighed and leaned against his dragon's leg. Marola is the only thing I have worth living for now. I must take care of her with everything in me. Without her, my life would be meaningless.
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Post by taran on Sept 26, 2008 16:21:57 GMT -5
Mar smiled as Nashante took his arm, delighting in the fact that pretending to be his lover upset her so. He smiled at the servants, trying to look proud as a father would. They walked to the dinning hall, taking a seat near the back. "Well, here we are," he said, acting the caring lover. "What would you like?"
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Post by micaylah on Sept 26, 2008 17:21:32 GMT -5
Nashante looked at him as her disgust filled her inside. She knew she had to play along or suffer the King's displeasure and his pleasure had been bad enough. She couldn't imagine how bad things could be if he was angry.
Nashante looked at him, feigning love and admiration. "Just tea and toast love." The words almost choked her as she spoke them. She hoped he would sit some distance away from her, preferable across the room, but knew he enjoyed tormenting her too much for that to be the case.
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Post by taran on Sept 26, 2008 19:07:58 GMT -5
Mar smiled, getting Nashante her tea and toast. He got himself a small piece of beef and some bread, then sat down across from her at the table. He smiled at her, disgust in his belly, as he ate. He couldn't wait for the child to be born, then she would leave and he would no longer have to watch her.
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Post by micaylah on Sept 26, 2008 23:01:40 GMT -5
Nashante smiled as she drank her tea and ate her toast. Her disgust with Mar hidden deep within her. She felt the man as he hit her from behind. A fight had broken out in the dining hall and Nashante was caught in the middle of it. She stood trying to get out of the way and was thrown into the wall by one of the men.
She felt the pains again take over her body as the child within her awakened to the threat. The child’s black magic writhed around Nashante as her arm cast out to the men. The jet of black light hit them both, killing them where they stood before they had a chance to react. Nashante looked at Mar as everyone in the dining hall stopped to watch her, amazed at what she had done. The pains gripped her again as she held tight to her belly.
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Post by taran on Sept 27, 2008 17:22:58 GMT -5
Mar stepped between Nashante and the people in the hall, blocking their view of her. "What are all you fools staring at?" he shouted, his hands gripping his swords. "Go about your business, or so help me!" He drew one sword for emphasis, taking a step forward. The crowd slowly dispersed back to their meals and daily chores. He turned back to Nashante, sheathing his sword. "I think you may want to limit how much time you now spend among these people," he said in a calm voice. "Unless you want to displease the king."
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Post by micaylah on Sept 28, 2008 0:42:12 GMT -5
Nashante looked at him glaring. Angry and upset that the unborn child within her could take control of her at will. "I believe you are right." Her face bore the look of her pain upon it as the pains in her abdomen continued. "Mar. It truly pains me to say this. You have no idea how much it pains me. I need your help. I cannot get up nor do I think I can walk." She looked away from him, disgusted with her bodies unwillingness to obey her commands. The pains continued to wrack her body, increasing in their strength.
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