Silent Rapture

Silent Rapture

Postby Aeri` » Mon Jun 16, 2003 12:21 pm

The towering knight was almost forgotten. Vold-Ni`Dar was his name. How could she of forgotten? His very armor was the same that she remembered upon that fateful day her family was killed before her very eyes. The man however was a noble knight and swore the ones that had rendered her grief were renegades. He vowed to find the ones and take revenge. Two months past and the elf had thought he would never return.

A stallion with a temper as black as his hide trotted easly down upon that path, as large a warhouse as one might ever have saw. Hoofs thundered upon the worn pathway underfoot, the man that sat atop of the great beast was clad in full plate the color of deep green, the green of leaves in a summer wood, so dark it drank up the light of day. Gold highlights gleamed from inlay and fastenings like distant fires in that wood winking each time he was jolsted or moved.

A Mountain of man, nearly as tall as the beast he sat astride. The reins of the fiery beast clutched within the grasp of his left, gauntleted fist, knees pressed tightly against the beasts side as he directed it's path. A face that looked like it was made from granite and stone, eyes the color of solid coal pits stared out of that mass of earth imbued features; hair glistened faintly under the suns rays, cut in a short crop of metallic locks, shimmered in hues of emerald.

That right guantleted fist rested easly upon the hilt of a sword that rest across the small of his back. A length that of which most bastard swords carried, but the handle was three hands length long instead of the normal two and half. The feiry black stallion seemed to carry his girth with ease, hooves impacting the ground with a thunderous retort, kicking up dust.

That thundering cannonade of approach could be heard as it drew ever closer to the Dagger, left gauntleted fist drawing tight on the reins to slow the stallion's progress. As they slowed to a trot, the war mount was directed towards the porch and would soon come to a hault, the giant astride the large beasts back would move to dismount. Heavy leather boots impacting upon the earth below, with a retort of solid thudding The reins are easly tied about one of the porch's rails. Then he was stepping towards the back of his saddle, where a large bundle lay wrapped in soft leathers.

Buckles, and leather straps are easly undone as if the giant of rock had no problems moving with such metal laced fingers. A multitude of straps held the leather tight over the package, and it's one of these center placed straps that he would use as a handle, pulling it from the back of his mount with ease. Those pupiless coal colored orbs shifted towards the Dagger's doors now, he could hear something going on within, but he silently promised not to be involved. Those shuddering steps taken, a pause as he reached the porch, right foot being slowly placed upon the first wooden plank that served as a step.. testing the strength as he does every time.

Once that wooden plank is tested, he would begin the climb to the porch. The plnaks beneath his booted feet would groan in protest, and bend out of shape.. come near to buckling beneath his girth. That pupiless gaze would shift towards Joker, as he exits from the Dagger's door directly before him. Then he was stepping past, those double doors are forced open with a push of his right metal clad hand. Hopefully, there was none others standing to close to be hit. Then that thundering mountain was ducking low in order to fit beneath the archway of the entrance. Those coal black pits roaming the interior of the common room, with a measured glance.

Coal pits would shift towards the approach of Coran, seeing how he was still ducked slightly beneath the doors arch. Then he was stepping forth, to provide a exit for the man and the girl that he seemed to be speaking with. That gaze once more shifting of the room, untill it lands upon the elven woman at the couch. Aeri. Memory is recalled, her face matching the same one he remembered from the past few months. thundering cannonade of steps would carry the lumbering mountain in her direction. Unoccupied tables and chairs would bounce, and skitter on the planks of wood in his passing.

The elf was ready to relax and did as Dhugal told her to do but something caught her attention at the door. The looming giant with the oh so familiar armor on him. Her face turned sheet white again and fingers gripped the edge of the couch as if she would bolt. A soft hiss made through clenched teeth.

That lumbering stride would make him look slow, due to it's length. A length that would consume the wooden flooring beneath him with ease. That rather large leather wrapped bundle didn't sway within the grasp of his metal clad left hand, it remained near motionless hanging there at his side. That cannonade of steps would carry him around the couch of which Aeri had seated herself upon. Providing the elf doesn't bolt, he would come to a hault directly before her. "You are the one, yes?" that voice, rumbled low like a avalanche of tumbling boulders. It's depth endless as the earthen caverns of old.

The towering giant before her only got a odd stare for the moment. She could not recall meeting one and with -that- uniform on, the elf should be screaming her bloody head off and racing for the door. A pause made however and the voice did sound familiar. Deep breaths taken in attempts to calm herself. I am? She now remembered this one. The noble knight who wore the same uniform that ones had one when they destroyed her family before her eyes. A hint of hate however seen within Violet hues. "What do you wish?" She hissed.

A nod given, then the mountian of rock-like flesh was lowering to one knee. That large soft wrapped bundle was being brought to bare, and gentle laid upon the wooden flooring that rested between himself and the elf. Not a word said as he set about working at the buckles, which in turn held those leather straps in place. Once they had been sent free he was unrolling the swords hidden within. Sixteen in total, each appeared the exact style as his own. 4 of emerald, 4of orange blaze, 4 of sapphire blue, and 4 of purple bled white. "Four Quads. Sixteen swords, and Sixteen deaths." that gaze lifting now towards Aeri, he had promised and would always keep his word.

A blink made up at him then she stares down at the swords he placed before her. Nothing could explain what the elf felt at this moment. Bitter sweet revenge, yet she did not do it herself. She should hate this man before her for the uniform he wore, but could not. Even if it did represent those that had used her and killed her husband and son. Words would not come now. Emotions high and tears threatened to slip from her eyes.

"Their deaths can not turn back the tides of time, but they should help ease the road you now walk." came that depth of rumbling, that was his voice. He remained kneeled, and even then he was taller than most men standing. A rather large pouch was being produced from somewhere within that jumble of sheathed blades, which he would lay near Aeri's feet. "I have seen to the selling of their personal items, and their mounts. I can only hope that this will help you in your new way of life. The swords must stay with me, from decree of the Codec." then he was stacking those large sheathed blades once more, and rolling them up.

She was grateful he took the swords away from her feet. She had recoiled from them. A flash of memory seen within her mind as that fatal blow was given to her young son. The symbols upon the handle never forgotten. Knuckles white as sheets, clutching the fabric of the couches edge. She gulped back the tears, looking up at the man. "T..thank you...for everything. " He was right, now she could move on and perhaps forget the hate she held within for so long.

The elf was still fighting tears that threatened to spill. Unsure emotions swirling within her mind. She could only nod slowly to him. She wanted to shout out and celebrate for the revenge placed upon her, yet death was placed...violence..blood. All she could do was cover her face and release silent sobs within her hands.

"There is no need for your thanks, M'Lady. My Duty has been done, you merely directed me down the correct path." then he would secure a hand hold upon that middle strap, and slowly move to stand and in turn moved to leave.

She looks up at the retreating man and nearly shouts as she stands. Pain. A wince made and she sits back down. Blinding tears uncared now just simply flow down her cheeks. She tried hard to compose herself. Shame felt. She was not saddened for these deaths. She was overjoyed, yet it was death..blood..no words could be said on how the elf was feeling now. She watched the man leave out the door. She should run and thank him, kissed his feet, cheer..yet she remained seated. Her hand raised to place over the locket and then remmebered it was not there. Panic for a moment felt then a sigh. She remembered Birch had it for safe keeping.

She wipes the tears away from the back of her hand and takes a deep breath inward. The elf was not sure what to do now. She would dance if it wasn't for the damnable injury. Shout..kick up some dirt..anything...instead she just sat there and let past events flow through her mind. Revenge was sweet, yet bitter sweet. She should cry for the lost souls but why? Had they not inflicted the worse thing one could do upon a mother? They took her child and husband. Let them rot in hell for all she cared now. She rose then and slowly, walking towards the door. Her steps slow for good reason. Once the door reached however, she quietly slipped out.

Another time and place the elf will most likely meet up with the towering knight and then she would thank him again for the silent rapture. He took the ghosts from her past and destroyed their very souls. She was renewed yet her heart still felt hollow within....
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