Post by sissy on Jul 1, 2011 0:20:03 GMT -5
It is often said that when one does something a number of times that it becomes a pattern and with that pattern it normally becomes easier, such as practicing a sword or using magic. But that was not the case with Freya. It didn’t matter that it happened every night nor that it had been happening for a while, every night felt like the first. It never got any easier or less painful. Resting in an unknown forest somewhere in Albion, Freya looked up at the lunar sphere that hung so brightly in the sky, surrounded by beautiful dots of stars that made up the celestial bodies. The night had often lost it’s beauty to Freya since she had been cursed, she had gone from loving the cool night air on her skin and the beauty of the night sky to dreading when night approached. Even still, as the dark haired druidess sat on the green hillside, awaiting the moment when her transformation would begin, she couldn’t help but love the sight above her. There was no peace for her, not now anyway but this was the closest that she would get to some semblance of peace.
It was her hope that in hiding herself away in forests that the risk of ending a human’s life would lessen. The bastet’s thirst for blood and death was savage and it wasn’t often that she went without a kill of some sort but it was better to be an unfortunate creature of the forest than an innocent human that knew nothing of her presence. The moments seemed to tick by and with each moment passing, her heart beat faster. She could feel it. Her heart racing, her blood boiling. She could almost feel the instant midnight struck and the pain hit hard. Freya cried out in pain as her whole body lurched forward. How she wished she could fight the change, make it stop but that was a wish that would never be granted. As always, the pain was intense as her bones shifted within her body. She had known that her change would happen and to spare the little clothing that she had, she had set them aside before the change had begun. Her cries of pain were soon replaced with a beastial growl, fur sprouting all over her body and fangs growing over her lips. Hands and feet became claws that were quipped with razor sharp claws and the final ‘gift’ her transformation had was wings that sprouted from her back.
Freya was pushed into the back of the beast’s mind and thus another night of agony began for the poor cursed druid. With each night that she became this terrible beast, a little piece of Freya died. It was destroying her, which was exactly what the woman had wanted when she cursed Freya. How could she have been so heartless? Yes, a mother’s loss was terrible but how could she choose such a terrible punishment for such an innocent and beautiful soul? It was maddening to allow such a thing to remain constantly on her mind but that also had been the old woman’s aim, to never allow Freya a moments peace, never allow her to forget the event that had stolen her entire life. And she didn’t. It remained with Freya always.
Growling, the creature ran forward quickly and in an instant it was airborne, searching for prey. Freya wished that she was not aware of what she did when she was in this form, she wished that the beast would take over fully and she would wake with no memory of what she had done but that was not how it was for her. She saw everything. Heard everything. Felt every agonizing moment as this monster. The air whipped against the bastet’s furred face as it searched for something to attack. It ached for carnage and would settle for nothing less.
It was hard to say just how long the creature had been flying nor did Freya know where she was. It felt as though she had been flying for hours but time seemed to pass strangely when she was trapped in this form. Something caught the bastet’s attention and in an instant the creature moved to land not far from where there seemed to be a commotion going on. Prowling not far off, the bastet crouched low and waited for an opportune time to attack something.
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Tags; Nimueh
Word Count; 741
Lyrics; Shattered by Trading Yesterday
Time-frame; Night – Before ‘Lady Of The Lake’
