Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 12:09:56 GMT -8
As a mortal Laeldril Do’ghym thought her kind the top of the food chain, strong, powerful, courageous. Histories of all races were filled with the account of mortals defying all odds to stand victorious, to be more than the sum of their parts. This ideal had driven Lael in her pursuit of perfection; her dance of iron would not only be mind, body and iron in graceful movement ending life in its dance. It would include experience, and spirit and all the nuances that made her the woman she was… the mortal she was.
Heroism was gone however; in the dark recesses of mortal existence men rolled over and exposed the underbelly of their cowardice to die swiftly without strength, without power, without courage. Men did not fight and the dance was nothing but a three-chorded two-step to their demise. Lost was the opera climaxing in a crescendo of glory for the dying to mark an extraordinary end, now all that remained was a note left on the dinner table that they would not be home for dinner. Fodder for the mighty had mortals become, a take out meal for a woman infused with power beyond mortality. As a new night forced the last of days light below the horizon, these thoughts floated across Laeldril’s mind as her silvery white hair spilled across ocher linen and crimson silks. Lael ran an ebon hand across the smooth skin of her abdomen hearing a slight growl reminding her it was time to eat.
Heroism was gone however; in the dark recesses of mortal existence men rolled over and exposed the underbelly of their cowardice to die swiftly without strength, without power, without courage. Men did not fight and the dance was nothing but a three-chorded two-step to their demise. Lost was the opera climaxing in a crescendo of glory for the dying to mark an extraordinary end, now all that remained was a note left on the dinner table that they would not be home for dinner. Fodder for the mighty had mortals become, a take out meal for a woman infused with power beyond mortality. As a new night forced the last of days light below the horizon, these thoughts floated across Laeldril’s mind as her silvery white hair spilled across ocher linen and crimson silks. Lael ran an ebon hand across the smooth skin of her abdomen hearing a slight growl reminding her it was time to eat.