Description
The slightly shorter than average heighted, slim arial before you is
dominated by a pale crooked beak, that does not close properly. Above sits
two large, almost protruding char-coal black eyes. White colored feathers
cover her body with the occasional black one in sharp contrast. Her wings
seem a bit overlarge for her body, and the dark feathers are more frequent on
them. Her body is quite lean, but still her musculature can be seen beneath
the layer of feathers. Rounded shoulders continue with long stringy arms.
Long slim legs end in sharp claws. Many thin scars can be seen shining
brightly on her legs, as no feathers grow on those bare patches.
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Added Thu Jun 7 14:35:42 2007 at level 7:
There was a loud crash and Ijkielas mismatched eyes snapped open. Feeling her
heart thump widely she shook her head, not sure wether she was still in the
land of dreams where she often she would find herself soaring and people
looking at her in admiration and adoration instead of calling her an ugly
freak. Another loud crash and the sound of wood breaking and snapping.
Frightened now she pulled her blankets around her. It came from the other
room she thought. Slowly she made her way towards the door on trembling legs
and arms. She could hear voices speaking urgently. Her father and mothers
voice, frantic and panicked they sounded. As she made her way across the
floor her legs started to ache miserable and blood began to seep from the
numerous thin wounds on them.
Only yesterday a few of the village people had cornered her. She had been
pushed into a dark alley and thrown down into the mud and filth. She had
smelled the horse shit and piss around her, and no matter how she tried she
could not quite close her beak. Filth seeped into it and she started to retch
violently, while she could hear the coarse laughter of the men and boys
behind her.
-Look at that little ugly freak, one said in a voice rich with amusement.
-Well atleast it is an improvement, it does help to hide her ugly face. I
should think she would enjoy it.
Ijkiela had struggled to rise but her arms and legs felt so weak. Taking a
deep breath, her head swimming from the fumes of the filth, she slowly turned
over with her wing bent painfully behind her. Just as she did a stream of
warm liquid hit her. It felt surprisingly pleasant. Realisation came a moment
after along with the smell of the sharp piss of a man who spends his time
drinking to much ale to often.
Tears welled up into her eyes as she scrambled backwards into the wall. She
felt hazy and could hardly see the men standing infront of her. Laughing one
man tied up his breeches and walked forward hauling her up into the air.
-I am going to punch your ugly little face in, make you more beautifull to
look at.
She could feel the spittle spraying her face and the foul breath stung her
water-filled eyes. Panick started to fill her and she felt herself shaking
wildly.
-Do your me pretty, she could hear him snarling.
Flailing wildly with her arms and legs she suddenly felt something, her hand
closed around it, and with all her might she shoved towards her captors face.
Suddenly she was dropped down into the mud. Blinking to clear her eyes she
looked up to see the man standing above her with a foot of sharp steel
through his throat. His mouth opened and closed and with a spray of blood.
Then slowly inexorably he dropped down to the mud without a sound. Stunned
silence followed and she could feel herself slipping out of conscience, as
the men closed in around her.
To be continued
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Added Sat Jun 9 10:12:44 2007 at level 15:
Another loud crash with sound of splintering wood brought her thoughts too
present. She crouched painfully and tried to peer out beneath the door.
Outlined of the bright moon she could see a man standing holding what
appeared to be a spear.
-I have come for the ugly little freak, the man said each word clipped and
filled with hatred.
-Dont do this, her fathers panicked voice, she has paid for her crimes. She
suffered a whipping tied to the village pole. You saw it you were there!
-Not nearly enough, the man growled.
The sound of scuffling could be heard. Curses sounded, they were fighting she
realised. Suddenly a horrible scream and the breaking of wood. A drop fell to
her face, looking up she uttered a silent scream in horror. A spear
protruded through the door and was dripping blood upon her brow. It swung
inwards and she crawled backwards on her arms and legs. Her father was
suspended on the dear, impaled by the spear. The man stood in the door way
and snarled at her. Starting forward he suddenly stopped as a long heavy
knife pierced out through his chest. Her mother was standing behind with a
horrified expression.
-Go!, she shouted, you must leave this place. There will be trouble after
this. You are not safe here.
And so she ran. Ran as far as she could, slept only little until she came
upon Hamsah Mutazz. There she sank down by the fountain and drank greedily.
Tired and hungry she did not know what to do. All she realised that her
family was gone and only because of how ugly she looked, she thought angrily.
She saw a boy grimacing at her and despair hit her. How was she ever to
change this.
Just then a large giant came into view chasing a man. With a single stroke of
his axe he struck him down and laughed, quite insanely.'As the great giant
beant down over the corpse she realised he was stealing some of the mans
essence, growing in power. A thought came to her then, this is how I can grow
powerfull enough. With every one I slay I shall have more power and less
ugly, until they all look upon me with adoration. Setting her mind she
quickly found the anti-paladins guild and walking in she took her first steps
towards her destiny.