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Title: Trials &Tribulations of DragonHaven
Area: Characters
Bio Info:
Picture if you will
two children bearing remarkable resemblance
frolicking in fields of heather
No care for the world
Their minds riddled with fairytales
as they searched for fairies among the blossums
Looking further to the west
Behind them as the sun sank
So did their grand home
The flames licking visciously at the beautiful mansion
Smoke billowing high into the summer sky
The wind keeping the scent of fire from their delicate noses
Then
Running through the fields towards them
A familiar form
A teacher so kindly and good
He swept them up into his arms
Spun them round to see
frightening them with the vision of their home burning fiercly
In unison they began to cry
Dark brown eyes filling with tears that spilled shamelessly
Burying thier faces in the man's shoulders
the girls wept
their heartache sliding down their cherrubic cheeks in the form of
crystaline tears
Whispering softly to them
Murmering words of comfort and consolement
The dark man told the children that their parents were dead
He would bring them to his home and raise them there
For nothing could be done about their precious home
With promises of new toys and clothes he lead them off into the
night...
(*jump ahead 10 years or so*)
Pale hands scrub diligently at stone floors
The muted maroon of drying blood mixing in the white bristles
The dirty water seeming to do nothing for the mess on the floor
Golden hair is pulled back tightly into a bun
Though streaked with soot and dirt, it still gleams in the candle lit room
Dipping the brush back into the pail of water she resumes her scrubbing
Not paying attention to what those around her were doing
Suddenly
A sharp pain from her stomach to her throat
As if she had been sliced with a great sword
Collapsing on the wet stone floor
She held her arms to her stomach as if to hold her insides there
Her eyes wide and staring
She began to convulse
The people in the lab surrounding her with cold analyzing eyes
Whispers began to float around the room
"They must be embracing her"
"This is far more than they had ever hoped for."
"Where is the Regent?"
"Someone start taking notes!"
She lay in the midst of them
a loose circle formed around her bile and excrements
Her cornsilk hair undone
Dragging the glorious locks though the bloody mess surrounding her
As she shook and shivered in the throes of what she could only assume
to be her sisters death
Her nails clawed at the stones
The malnutioned cells breaking with ease
Causing discomfort for a few gathered around her
Her eyes rolled back into her head and shivering
She fainted dead away
She awoke in her bed
the complete darkness peirced by a golden light
as her lashes lifted from her cheek
Her once deep brown eyes
Lightened unnaturally
And inside there was a hallow pang
For the first time in her life
She could not sense her sister
And she was desperately thirsty,
Her thin hands reached for the chalice at her bedside
She gagged at the first taste of the thick coppery liquid
Cursing the chantry for its weird concoctions to heal
The moment she realized what she was drinking
Her frenzy set in
and disgusted though she was
Her hands would not throw the chalice
But clung to it
lifting it to her mouth
Pouring the life sustaining vitae down her throat
Hot tears streaming from her eyes
Even as she lapped up the very last of the blood therein...
(Jump ahead 50 years)
Bare feet padding softly down the stone stairs
Her dirty skirts brushing the ground
frayed and tattered they drug along behind her
Her once white shirt yellowed with age and stained with dirt
The back practically in shreds
Her skin red with welps from her lashing this morning
Her golden eyes dulled to a muted amber and sunken
Honeywheat tresses grubby with dirt and blood
Thumping her back in thick locks,
Smearing the blood from the cuts there
She had just spent a year in solitary confinement
For no reason other than failing to nod to an elder in the hallway
Her sire was a cruel man
with a bitter heart
But she had learned much in her cell
From books brought to her by Jean-Francis
He was a ghoul of the Regent,
And the only one who had spoken to her in the last year
He was her gaurd
Bringing her meager scraps of humans to feed from
sometimes bowls of blood were given
Regurgatated blood of one who was having consumption problems
Anything to humiliate her it seemed
She hadnt been given a brush
Nor clothes to change from
She was locked in a cell with no furniture
And holes in the walls
where the light could penetrate during the day
It was a manifestation of the Chinese torture cells
But instread of spikes sticking through the walls
It was light, and more than adequately deadly to her
The pin pricks of light causing her to lash out violently
Jean-Francis brought her heavy robes after the first few weeks
For with burns so severe
and barely enough blood to survive,
there was none to spare to heal the wounds
She learned soon, to quell her fear of the light,
so long as she could hide beneath the heavy cloak
She was reduced to a mere shell of a Vampire
With nothing to eat, and no one to speak to
Weekly lashings and verbal attacks,
She found refuge in the books Jean brought her
reading the whole night through when there was no blood
Her mind mastering the frenzies
For she had heard tales of Kindred who had
-In hunger and insanity of starvation- destroyed themselves
She refused to break under the strain and confinement
She whispered to Jean when she could find her voice to do so
Read and ate and etched out a meager existance in the cell
and now she was free to roam the Chantry again...
The comforting smells of horses reaching her nose