Biography
A dark cast of moonlight filled the rubbled cave, bringing light to the ever so eerie paintings on it's walls; ancient scenes depicting the life of Taviot ancestors. Scenes of hunts and feasts, life and death, good and evil. Rusted sconces lined the opposite wall, mildew creeping at their aged pores. A pale, yellow flame flickered near the mouth of the cave, growing brighter as moments passed until a cloaked figured appeared in the shallow darkness, lighting the sconces as they walked. The maidens delicate and skeletal like facial features housed a single blue eye that created heavy contrast in the now yellow light. Walking slowly, she traced her bony fingers along the murals, almost in a trance as she made her way to the back of the alcove. She turned a corner and lit the last sconce. On the back wall, amid moss and dirt, a triangle embossed onto the slick stone came into view. She grasped the amulet hanging around her neck, placed it in the carving, and turned it clockwise until something clicked and the wall slid back to reveal an aged and distressed catacomb.
She stepped in and kneeled in front of the murky pit of water before her.
"I am Allura Destri, daughter of Kaine and Tanyi, heir to the Taviot throne. I've come to speak to forefather Raikai on my father's behalf," she spoke as she threw an herb from a pouch under her cloak into the water. The water glowed green after a moment, and then a withered face appeared forming a tall ghostly figure. His maroon hair was tainted with strands of grey and white while his green eyes, accented by prominent crows feet, made his complexion seem more ashen than it truly was. His words were coated with a French accent.
"Peu luciole, your hood,"
She lifted her hands from her lap, but paused when her fingers clenched the seam of the rough leather. A moment passed and she flipped her hood off her head, causing strands of platinum to graze her high cheekbones. His gaze fell upon the familiar blind eye that tainted the left half of her face and then grew dark as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. Dry specks of red covered her porcelain skin and cloak, whilst a stained strip of cloth was wrapped tightly around her left hand. "Uncle, the malédiction, the curse..." she took a breath, "it has found it's way to me."
His brows furrowed as the air grew stagnant and the sounds of the night went silent.
"I killed people last night, innocent people. I was confused and unaware to what was happening. But then, I remembered the story you told Andre and me on our 7th birthday. The one about the twins, where the girl killed the boy and lived with his curse for the rest of her life. It was a warning wasn't it? A warning that I need not step outside my boundaries and to stay in my place or I would regret it?"
"Your father didn't want this for you. We all tried to keep you from this, but in a world of magic, fate can't be altered. I'm sorry," his face clouded over as a shrill, but distant inhuman scream split through the air, temporarily cutting out all the residue of hope that remained in his eyes.
"What's happening? Uncle, please!"
He took a moment to look at her, and just as quick as the anger came, it was gone.
"My dear... There's no way to explain it other than evil, conjured in the deepest pits of Hell. They, the Caecus, can only be seen by a blind eye, and even though this curse may not seem in your favor, honor it's strength. Behind the sixth sconce, there is a sword. Take it, listen to it and it will guide you. Now go and get as far away from here as you can."
As his ghostly form began to collapse, a single tear from her eye collided with the water. Her legs raised her up even though her eyes were still transfixed on the water. A cry escaped her lungs and for a split second, she let the tears flow. But with her uncle's words on repeat within her mind, she ran.
The door closed behind her with a cloud of dust, and she picked up her speed. One by one, the sconces fizzled out. Three, four, five... six. Her hands grabbed the cold metal and pulled. Then a compartment opened up and she felt her way around it in complete darkness. Moss and dirt, and then something cold and solid. She braced herself, and with a quick jolt, it broke free. Without even a second glance at the artifact, her legs made their way to the mouth of the cave. From the darkness, her steed, Madge, whined with annoyance as she untied his reins and jumped in his saddle rather hastily. In the hazy light of the moon, the wilderness seemed almost ethereal as the wind whipped her hair against her face.
"New Years, twenty-one seventy seven," she sighed, "the worst and most likely the last."
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"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear."
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Great granddaughter of Vortex.
40 rarity male 6/10/17
40 rarity female 6/28/17
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