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25 November 2011 @ 01:25 am
"Just like that?" Echyaee says. His voice is soft; soft enough that in a time before, Davika never would've heard it.

Now, though, she is a Goddess, and even on the far side of camp she can hear them as if they were whispering in her ear.

"If she is so easily convinced, then she is not strong enough." Nakna says. He lifts a hand and rubs his jaw - she can hear his calloused palm scratch against stubble so loudly.

"So if she isn't strong enough?" Yache sounds - hesitant. Worried?

"We kill her. Her sacrifice could bring back Khal'etsan, a God we can use. And then Meren will fall before us and we shall be free once more."

You cannot trust them.

Davika jumps. Her breathing is suddenly shallow - terror grips her heart. She knows the voice speaking to her mind; it brings visions of too-sharp teeth tearing flesh. She feels long fingers brush the nape of her neck.

They wish to devour you, little goddess.

"Who are you?" Davika whispers.

Alvare. Goddess of Gifts Unwanted, Deaths Undeserved, and Terror Unbecoming. I embody filth and fear and murder - and I am so very alone.

Those fingers curl over her shoulder - lips too soft to belong to a Goddess of such things brush her cheek - and Davika turns her head just slightly to see her. She is beautiful; the Little Goddess does not know why that surprises her so much.

Hair spilling over her shoulders, crimson and dark like blood. Skin pale as bleached bone, and eyes dark as midnight. Her smile is inviting, sweet, and it simultaneously makes her heart race with lust and fear. Alvare's smile widens - perfect white teeth revealing themselves to be long and needle sharp.

Come with me, Little Goddess. You may bleed gold, but the old warrior with silver ichor knows well the art of slaying the divine. Come with me, Davika. I will keep you safe, help you find what it is you were born to represent, and in return all I ask is you ease my loneliness.

Davika nods, the fear a stone in her gut.

"I am the Goddess of Gifts Unwanted." Alvare whispers, takes the girl's face in her hands and kisses her deeply.

This gift is yours to recieve, whether you like it or not.
superjohngsuperjohng on December 4th, 2011 06:57 pm (UTC)
Love this.
ipenthouipenthou on December 27th, 2011 09:22 am (UTC)
Thank you! I sat myself down and said "I WILL NOT ABANDON THIS BOOK."

And then this happened. Hopefully more soon.