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Lloth's Venomous Words
She awoke many hours later as the sun was now setting and the moon arising in the sky. Stars winked down at her where she lie on cold damp ground and she tried to arise, but could not as she found herself completely numb all over. Able to peer towards her feet she glimpsed the wounded one seeping blood and white puss. She was sure that if she could feel it she would find it badly fevered for it was horribly swollen, red, and angry looking. Moisture was still tearing from her eyes and blurring her vision more every second that passed and she felt fear at her vunerable position for if the Driders ventured out this way and found her here they would surely end her. Nothing she could think of was more terrifing to her than the idea of being eaten alive by those brutal, angry monsters and her mind raced. Night was indeed the time at which they would hunt for her as they, like any Drow did not venture fourth during the day. The Drowic enchantments seldom could survive the light of day and was usually destroyed if caught in the purifing rays of sunlight. As she lay there still struggling with every muscle in her body trying to urge a response, just then she heard it...a Drowic flute being played in the distance and a fuzzy maiden with glowing ruby red eyes walking towards her from afar. Eyes still burning and blurry she fought even harder with herself feeling the sense of panic and growing dread with in her, but still her crumpled form would not budge an inch. All she could feel was a tingling all throughout her limp body. The sweet sound of the flute meanwhile, was growing ever nearer along with it's player. The music began to flow washing over her almost hypnotically and Shadow could feel herself calming and drifting away with it until she stared dazed at the woman standing nearly three feet away. The undeniably beautiful Drow peered down upon the rebellious young Matron before her, seeming to take note of the terrible condition of the wound, completed the comforting melody and then stopped as suddenly as she had started. "Oh child, you are badly wounded," came the most musically sweet words spoken in a all too familiar ancient tounge. "How did you come to be brought so low when you were born with such high expectations?" "You were to be the savior of your house hence your Matron mothers last spell and act to put your life before her own." "This sacrifice she made to assure her that her death would be avenged and her power hungry sister Azmire would soon be joining her, but how disappointed she would be had she lived to see you here on the surface rather than in your city, tending to the nasty business of eliminating your aunt as you were intended to do." "Look at yourself child, such a mess and so pathetic, trying to be a surface dweller amoung races that are so obviously beneith you and will never accept your noble heritage amoung there own weak races." "Why would you forsake your own to try and be one of them only to become yourself forsaken?" "Return to the UnderDark where you belong darling and all will be forgiven, otherwise you will doom all above ground that you come to love and those who will come to love you shall be taken and slain without mercy." "Come child, surely you see this wisdom and know it to be true in your own Matrons heart?" "You are born of a powerful priestess who desired a daughter worthy of her house to be, powerful, strong, beautiful, and a fierce fighter and for her loyal devotion to me she was rewarded with a child born of me and hidden deep within her womb." "One could say that you have no sire dear, and then they would be speaking the truth." "You were made of no male material weak, flimsy and frail, but rather a design of Matron Priestess and Goddess, therefore you should be far more respecting and proud of your heritage." "Oh, why so shocked darling, didn't you ever wonder why others in your family could be linked to one male or another, but none for you, not even amoung the deceased, no familiar physical traits to be found anywhere?" The beautiful Drow raised a cruelly mocking eyebrow. "Then it never occured to you, how much you really are tied to the fates of the UnderDark and never crossed you mind not once, just how much of you did belong to me after all." "Your mortal Mother is dead and I'm the only Mother you have left here to obey." "Don't shame your mothers as I have Matron Priestess Azura serving me on the other side while observing you and you shouldn't disappoint her." She raised her flute back up to her ruby red lips and began to play another melody as she turned to move away. In so doing, as the strange Drow maiden faded into the distance the words "don't disappoint me," echoed through Shadows head and the thought of Lloth being in any way her mother left a horror struck expression frozen upon her lovely face. For what felt like countless hours she lay there in the cold weeping endless tears from her unmoving face and then she realized with extreme exhaustion the the surrounding veil of misty darkness was lifting and the tingling had slowly began to turn into a dull ache. She could feel her foot throbbing with every beat of her heart and she held back the bile as she fell back in to the blessed oblivion of darkness, but as it over took her, those large green eyes....one word escaped her lips and died upon her breathe..."Ceru?"
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