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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2016 6:20:41 GMT
—I was a dreamer born in a court of nightmares—
Burning hatred is what kept her going. Hatred for her father, for her coven that believed she was meant only to breed a new generation of powerful warlocks. Hatred for those that whispered conniving thoughts of the silver-haired girl, the girl kissed by ice, with fire burning in her eyes and heart. She was pitied and feared, for her serpentine smile made others nervous. It was only with her sister Elira that her red, viper smile became one of warmth and fire. And together, they were deadly and powerful. Their father, the High Warlock, had known that, and had sold them off to separate covens to be married. To become a wife of decor, never voicing an opinion and only breeding children.
When her father had told her and Elira of the news, Natalia had narrowed her eyes at him, snarled, a promise in her eyes. Even the High Warlock shifted uncomfortably in his seat at that promise, knowing his daughter's potential to do harm. Later that day, both had met their betrothed. Elira had smiled and played her part, even while her eyes held the same promise Natalia had beheld to her father earlier. But Natalia had offered that cruel, beautiful smile of hers, unnerving her betrothed the moment he laid eyes on her.
And when he came to make his introduction, his looks cunning and degrading as they sneered down at her, Nat promised him, "On our wedding night," she said, "I will cut out your tongue and swallow it. Then both tongues that spoke our marriage vows will belong to me, and I will be wed only to myself. You will most likely choke to death on your own blood, which will be unfortunate, but I will be both husband and wife and therefore not a widow to be pitied.” The future High Warlock of their neighboring coven paled, and then reddened with rage at her daring threat.
Later that night, she was torn away from her mother and sister, whisked away to be married and a breeder. Their covens resembled those of queens and kings, with castles and hierarchies. Except that Natalia never arrived at her betrothed's home, and neither did he. For she had whispered illusions to him, turning his own fears against him right after he attempted to hit her for her threat made previously in the night. She was a dangerous, vile creature, and without her sister at her side, she was less powerful, but far more feral. As he died by her haunting song that promised death, she had slipped away, and had run far away, stopping until she felt safe enough.
She remained on her own for days, seducing others to bring her food and clothing, stealing what she could, and resting where she could. But she continued on her journey, not knowing where her sister was. Their bond had been severed by their father and she could no longer reach out for her. So she went to every coven she could find, hoping for any connection to her sister. She didn't stop until she came across the first coven, one her father had deemed weak compared to his rule.
When her father had told her and Elira of the news, Natalia had narrowed her eyes at him, snarled, a promise in her eyes. Even the High Warlock shifted uncomfortably in his seat at that promise, knowing his daughter's potential to do harm. Later that day, both had met their betrothed. Elira had smiled and played her part, even while her eyes held the same promise Natalia had beheld to her father earlier. But Natalia had offered that cruel, beautiful smile of hers, unnerving her betrothed the moment he laid eyes on her.
And when he came to make his introduction, his looks cunning and degrading as they sneered down at her, Nat promised him, "On our wedding night," she said, "I will cut out your tongue and swallow it. Then both tongues that spoke our marriage vows will belong to me, and I will be wed only to myself. You will most likely choke to death on your own blood, which will be unfortunate, but I will be both husband and wife and therefore not a widow to be pitied.” The future High Warlock of their neighboring coven paled, and then reddened with rage at her daring threat.
Later that night, she was torn away from her mother and sister, whisked away to be married and a breeder. Their covens resembled those of queens and kings, with castles and hierarchies. Except that Natalia never arrived at her betrothed's home, and neither did he. For she had whispered illusions to him, turning his own fears against him right after he attempted to hit her for her threat made previously in the night. She was a dangerous, vile creature, and without her sister at her side, she was less powerful, but far more feral. As he died by her haunting song that promised death, she had slipped away, and had run far away, stopping until she felt safe enough.
She remained on her own for days, seducing others to bring her food and clothing, stealing what she could, and resting where she could. But she continued on her journey, not knowing where her sister was. Their bond had been severed by their father and she could no longer reach out for her. So she went to every coven she could find, hoping for any connection to her sister. She didn't stop until she came across the first coven, one her father had deemed weak compared to his rule.