Post by firielle on Nov 22, 2006 12:12:28 GMT -5
I recall so well the events that brought me to this point. Ever since I came here, I knew in my heart, this was the place for me. I remeber so well my friegtened mother standing before the Dowayne, a hand on my shoulder, so full of regrets. She never wanted this to be my life. She had been attacked by the servant of a patron, and left scarred, so no man would ever want her, and here she was sending me to one of the darkest houses of the night court.
"She is a pretty child, does she not excell in the skills of Eglantine house?" The dowayne asked my mother. He cupped a hand under my chin digging his nails in slightly and whispered, almost to himself ,"Very pretty."
I pulled back from my grip as my Mother replied, "She was never destined for Eglantine, I was hoping she would live with her grandmother, Tirine nĂ³ Eglantine, the dressmaker... But it appears that fate would have it otherwise."
He unnerved her, I noticed even then seeing the little things he did to make her feel uncomfortable almost unconciously. I remember wishing I could have that power and remebering the screams of the girl, Tilia, as I cut into her neck with a sharp peice of jewelery. I wanted to hear such screams again. The dowayne reached for me once more, his sharpened nail biting into my cheek. I turned my face and tried to bite it but he jerked away too fast.
"Do go on," He told my mother, there was not contempt in his voice as such but she was a scarred ex-adept with a daughter she did not know what to do with. He treeted her as such.
"She has attacked children and it seems she takes a delight in having power over them. She cannot stay with my grandmother, and there is no other place for her in the night court." Mother was tearful, almost begging.
The dowayne turned to me, " tell me of these children."
Sullenly, I did so, "There were only two. One, he's a spoilt brat, always looks down on me, so I stabbed him. He screamed so... delightfully. I wanted to hear it again. So I got a girl. S'not my fault her mother didn't like it."
"Maybe we could have a use for this girl." He said.
Thus, I came to Mandrake.
The incedents with the children, I should probably clarify, were not so dreadful. One boy, I stabbed with pins until his blood flowed and he ran away. A little girl, I was perhaps crueler too. I pinned her beneath me, until she struggled and scratched her with jewelry, slapping her every time she screamed. Now I am tamed, just a little. I still lust for power and bring screams so delicately from my patrons.
I am Firielle, and I am a Mandrake.
"She is a pretty child, does she not excell in the skills of Eglantine house?" The dowayne asked my mother. He cupped a hand under my chin digging his nails in slightly and whispered, almost to himself ,"Very pretty."
I pulled back from my grip as my Mother replied, "She was never destined for Eglantine, I was hoping she would live with her grandmother, Tirine nĂ³ Eglantine, the dressmaker... But it appears that fate would have it otherwise."
He unnerved her, I noticed even then seeing the little things he did to make her feel uncomfortable almost unconciously. I remember wishing I could have that power and remebering the screams of the girl, Tilia, as I cut into her neck with a sharp peice of jewelery. I wanted to hear such screams again. The dowayne reached for me once more, his sharpened nail biting into my cheek. I turned my face and tried to bite it but he jerked away too fast.
"Do go on," He told my mother, there was not contempt in his voice as such but she was a scarred ex-adept with a daughter she did not know what to do with. He treeted her as such.
"She has attacked children and it seems she takes a delight in having power over them. She cannot stay with my grandmother, and there is no other place for her in the night court." Mother was tearful, almost begging.
The dowayne turned to me, " tell me of these children."
Sullenly, I did so, "There were only two. One, he's a spoilt brat, always looks down on me, so I stabbed him. He screamed so... delightfully. I wanted to hear it again. So I got a girl. S'not my fault her mother didn't like it."
"Maybe we could have a use for this girl." He said.
Thus, I came to Mandrake.
The incedents with the children, I should probably clarify, were not so dreadful. One boy, I stabbed with pins until his blood flowed and he ran away. A little girl, I was perhaps crueler too. I pinned her beneath me, until she struggled and scratched her with jewelry, slapping her every time she screamed. Now I am tamed, just a little. I still lust for power and bring screams so delicately from my patrons.
I am Firielle, and I am a Mandrake.