RP:Dergious' Big Lie

RP:Dergious' Big Lie

Setting

Scenic view of Hollow (northern) July 2008

A tiny coffin

Dergious stomps into view with his ogre slave who is carrying a rather small sized coffin. Looking around, he spots a nice plot where the rising sun shall touch every day. He calls to the power of his crown, and his own telekinetic ability to dig a deep grave. The dirt stays suspended above the hole, and the dwarf nods to his dull slave. The great beast gently puts the coffin into the hole and settles a few feet away. The dwarf is masterful with his work, and the grave is filled so that it seems a day old. He nods, and sends his will to the woman, a plea to come to this very place.

NOTE The grave that Dergious has drawn Sophie to contains the body of a small child. Dergious kidnapped the unfortunate infant, then threw her to some wild wolves after first enraging them. He then chased off the wolves and retrieved the savagely mutilated corpse. Onto the child's body, he then rubbed a great number of Sophie's hairs and some of her dried blood, which he had collected that night he tortured the chained and helpless wolf in Kelay Tavern. He made sure the body was covered in Sophie's scent...

Now he just needs to get her to exhume the body...

Dergious looks a Sophie, an odd look on his face. "I knowed ye dun be believin me."

Sophie does not believe the evil dwarf

Sophie is still very dubious about believing a word the dwarf says. Still some part of her fractured mind has been calling her to come to this place, and here is the dwarf once more. Sophie stops dead in her tracks.

Dergious walks towards her softly. He is not threatening as he moves. "I be knowin whut ye be needin." he states simply. "I can be helpin ye become whut ye needs te be." Sophie moves forward, she is still terrified of the dwarf, but her mind is so troubled, she must know the truth, no matter what physical danger she may put herself in to learn it..

Dergious said to you, "D'ye be knowin why ye no be amemberin whut be happenin??"

You said to Dergious, "Hume tells me that it is as if my mind has been split into two parts, and that I will not be able to remember until these two parts can be joined.."

Dergious waves away the explanation, "Bah! Mumbo jumbo... ye be hidin it from yerself. Ye be ascared o' it so ye push it deep down.

She is terrified of the monster she may become, may already have become...

The dwarf's words have struck a chord within Sophie, she is indeed very afraid, terrified of the monster she may become, may already have become...

Dergious walks over to the grave, and looks at it for a long time. He breathes deeply and turns to her. His face is unreadable as he speaks. "Lemme ask ye sumthing. Be ye sure yer a'scared o' whut ye be thinkin yer a'scared fer?"

The elf walks over a little nearer to the grave, still keeping a fair distance from Dergious..."Go on." is all she says.

Dergious steps towards her, his voice is soothing. "Yer worried ye dun sumthin, but dat ain't all. Think on it. Whut be ye really a'scared of?

Sophie considers the dwarf's question "I don't know," she replies, honestly enough, her mind is in such I state, she can be sure of very little any more.

When ye member it... yer scared dat ye might be rememberin likin it.

Dergious reaches out with his mind, whispy tendrils of his will branch out with a subtle grace not normally associated with the crass dwarf. His touch is elegant, soothing to Sophie's mind. Surely she could trust him. The tendrils hum with an easy tranquility, and his gravelly voice is more now. As he speaks the vibrations ebb and thrum within her mind. The safety of this place is luxurious. He speaks softly, "Whut yer really fraid of, is when ye be findin out whut happened... when ye member it... yer scared dat ye might be rememberin likin it. Lovin it. Truly free of all but the hunt... the kill. "

Sophie walks closer to the dwarf, not really sure why she does so. Can what he says be true? she asks herself.

Dergious watches her closely, and his touch in her mind grows deeper as her trust builds. He triggers fond memories from her life, the little things that made her smile. He lets them whisk by so lightly that they do not even register in her consciousness, only the feelings associated with them. "How could dat freedom, that time of surrender te what be yer true nature be sumthin bad?

Sophie wonders how she could ever have been so wrong about this Dwarf, it s obvious to her now that he is only trying to help her.

"Girl... this is whut ye truly be."

Dergious slowly, gently probes her mind. He soon finds a memory of her Lycan form. It is brutal and thrilling. It is vibrant and horrifying. It is so detailed and real, every feeling is magnified a hundred fold. This is pure emotion. Feelings not watered down and rationalized by a thinking being. It is instead primal and raw, and beautiful because of this. He draws from that memory, filtering it. The thrill, the glory, the freedom are all that he takes. The animal released, the animal realized. The dwarf merges them with the other memories floating through Sophie's mind. There is no horror no shame. There is no fear of judgement or reprisal. This is true, unfettered BEING... just being. "Girl... this is whut ye truly be." The dwarf says and his voice is liquid and warm. "This be whut ye deserve te be."

Sophie listens enthralled everything is begining to make sense to her now.

Dergious moves still closer to her, always so that the grave is in her sight. "If ye can be controllin it, ye can be livin it... livin it ferever." He intensifies the thrill, the little part of her mind that craves to be free roars and shakes him to his core. The animal awakens, and for the first time his confidence wavers. "Is it too strong? Can she be controlled?" He wonders, yet still he stokes the flames of the lycan. He was never one to play it safe.

Sophie is in agony as her bones and muscles rearrange themselves into the form of a wolf

Once more for the third time in as many days, Sophie writhes and screams in agony as her bones and muscles rearrange themselves into the form of a wolf. This time however her mind was far too preoccupied to chain herself before the change took place as is her normal practice. As soon as the pain of the transformation has receded to a bearable level, she tries to leap upon the Dwarf, wanting to tear him limb from limb. Unfortunately for the poor wolf, this time when she transformed, she had had far too much on her mind to think about removing her armour, she is still wrapped in the confining stuff. She shakes her head vilolently from side to side, finally managing to throw off her helmet, at least her jaws are now free, but the rest of the armour is wrapped around her in such a way that she cannot even stand, never mind attack Dergious. The wolf lets out a howl of anger and frustration, then begins tearing at the leather and metal which hobble her, so furiously, that she several times bites into her own flesh in the process. The crazed beast cares little...

Dergious falls to a knee in pain. The rage of the beast turns his whispy tendrils to ice and shatters them with horrific strength and he cries out in overwhelming pain. Instinctively he rolls away from the roars the made his own shout seem a raindrop falling into raging rapids. He struggles to his feet, and it is apparent that the blood vessels in his eyes have burst. He sees through a bloody film the writhing wolf, and he moves unsteadily to the west and safety.

Dergious stumbles in, exhausted and unsettled. The blood vessels in his eyes have burst, and all that was white in now red. He downs an ale and sits, and slowly his face splits into a wound like smile.