Aelnith Eventide
The Dain shuddered, stumbled as he drained it of the dark power that powered it. Just a little more, he thought. But it was overwhelming. He could feel himself slipping, losing himself every single moment. The dark magic tore through him and immediately began changing him. He could feel it’s poisonous influence.
Aelnith wondered if it would make him like the Dain, shambling through the wood, only ever hungry, only ever destructive. The Realm would hunt him down, which was fitting. It would be a mercy. At least, he thought as he further slipped away, he wouldn’t be aware of his House falling to ruin or lost to time.
The Dain fell to it’s side, but was unable to dislodge him. He wondered dimly if he could even stop if he tried. The dark magic flowed freely into him, twisting and breaking his soul apart. It wasn’t physically painful, but it hurt him in subtle ways. Aelnith wanted to look upon the wood with t
River BlackBefore she could render any aid at all, the Dain roared viciously, so loud and horrible it hurt her ears. As River looked up, a great, stinking appendage swung at her. There was no time to dodge or get away. Pain expolded in her midsection as she was sent careening through the air. She landed in the brush, at least ten feet away from where she had been.It knocked all the air out of her and she lay on the ground, dazed. Pain, like fire, spread all over her abdomen. River wasn’t sure if she was seriously hurt or not. She lay still, hoping the Dain would forget about her. She only raised her head a little, vision blurry, head spinning, hoping to spot Tamsin.She couldn’t see him. All she could see is Cinder holding aloft his flaming dagger, shouting at the Dain. He flared brightly until she couldn’t see him at all. He was a pillar of flame, an inferno. For a moment, she could feel a wash of heat.Then, the Dain
River BlackTraveling Cinder’s way, the paths of magic, was very disoreintating. She would have preferred walking. For Cinder, being a Fae meant none of the side effects. He simply continued on, right as rain. River, on the other hand, found herself leaning on the nearest tree and throwing up, even though she really didn’t have anything in her stomach -to- throw up.Vertigo and dizziness made it feel like the ground was actively trying to hit her. It took several moments of closing her eyes and taking deep steadying breaths before she could stand fully upright. She shot Cinder a withering glance.“What? Not my fault!” he protested.“It’s all entirely your fault,” River pointed out, crouching by Tamsin who Cinder had placed on the ground. He was still alive, but so pale. His breathing was shallow, his pulse thready.She stared at him, boggled at how she could feel so much for him even though
River BlackRiver watch Inana work on Tamsin, clean his body, his wounds, pack them with pungent herbs. After she’d finished, she stepped back and frowned, brushing gilded hair from her cat green eyes. She shook her head.“This requires...much more,” she said, her voice low and tired.River looked at him. His skin had lost so much color, his cheeks were sunken. Likely blood loss, she thought. But again there were no hospitals, no doctors. She doubted if she said blood transfusion the witch would understand. She’d probably just think she meant...Aelnith.Reflexively, her fingers went to the bite mark on her neck. She watched as Inana followed with her eyes, looking at the mark.“And that,” the witch said. “Must be dealt with. I assume you don’t want the curse?”River shook her head. “No. No,I don’t want it. He didn’t...really ask.”Inana smil
Aelnith EventideThe sun set at last. He’d made his home a cave for the daylight hours. Luckily, it had been one he’d used before. He’d almost not made it. His skin still tingled and burned where the sun had touched it. He couldn’t help but think how much better he’d have faired if he’d had more of River’s intoxicating blood.Hard to believe she was only human, he thought. If she had any other ancestory, it was hidden by magic. It was something Aelnith considered. He’d met many human women, especially when he’d been a bit younger and took frequent advantage of Cinder’s door making to travel between worlds.They’d been friends once, but the other Fae proved too untrustworthy. But once, they’d shared adventures and wine. Now, he’d see Cinder dead for his treachery. That he seemed to be on the side of House Eventide wasn’t to be trusted. Aelnith had fallen for it on
River BlackEvery time she thought about walking back to Inana’s cabin, she found that she’d gone further from it. It had to be magic, something she still had a hard time believing in all the way. It was hard to deny when it was directly happening, though, and now she tried to fight it.It couldn’t be ‘good’ magic if it controlled her, River reasoned. She would stop walking, resolutely plant her feet on the ground and then in a blink, she’d walked several steps. Well past sunset, she found herself deep in the woods in the dark.For a moment, she had her own will again. River spun in a small half circle, looking for the light of the cottage. It was long gone. She had no idea where she was, what time it was. Five minutes could have passed. Or five days. Disoreintated, she sat down, stubbornly refusing to walk another step. Her legs hurt, her feet ached. Cinder had given her a pair of boots, but they were a coupl
River BlackIt wasn’t like the movies or books she’d read about vampires. Everyone had that phase in high school. She’d read a lot of vampire romance novels. No, it wasn’t like that at all.Aelnith’s teeth sinking into her skin hurt. It burned. It was more than just breaking the skin. That pain only lasted a moment. It was something else. Similar to a scorpion sting she’d gotten once as a child, playing in her backyard by a rock pile. It felt like fire in her veins.The pain tore screams from her, but this didn’t slow or stop Aelnith. He drank form her like a man dying of thirst. She could feel the pull, feel her blood leave her body. His hands were rough, fingers biting into her hip before they trailed up her torso. He made animalistic noises, growling.For a brief moment, River worried he wouldn’t be able to stop. She even raised her hands to his chest to push him back. But that moment was
River BlackRiver stared at Aelnith, looking up at him. He seemed like a phantom, pale hand extended, his eyes phosphorent red. It seemed like an unspoken deal, some gamble she didn’t understand the rules of if she took his hand. She felt so weak, so tired, that it was hard to think clearly, and all she wanted to do was go -home-.Time slowed, as if giving her some unspoken mercy, as she tried to remember home, the faces of her parents, the voices of her friends. They were far away things now, watery memories that didn’t seem as sharply in focus as they should have been. Aelnith’s extended hand was sweetly deceptive. River knew better, but found herself taking it anyway.Every touch, the barest brush of his fingers and she could almost feel his lips on her throat. A wave of desire and dizzyness darkened her vision and she gasped, unable to stand. She hated feeling weak and useless, helpless.Before she could topple over,
Aelnith EventideThe Witch Queen Carmun had three sons. The Dain, Dub, and Dother. Each one was marked by terrible dark magic. It each one with different, dark gifts. Aelnith stood holding River, in the cover of a copse of trees. Where the Dain had been a hulking, foul monster, Dub was merely a shadow. That didn't mean that Dub was harmless or somehow a safer choice than the Dain, it merely meant his magic and darkness was that much more subtle and insidious. Dub had no body, no