Vengeance of a Necromancer and a Restless Spirit

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OOC: Ipod and I will let everyone know when people can join this thread. XD

"Die," said a deep voice, a voice so terrible and angry that Vernum
hardly knew the meaning of 'die' before her spirit was parted from
her shell.

And thus was Vernum cursed for all eternity. A body rotted and
carelessly left to rest by a dead oak tree, whose leaves never grew
since the cursed body was rested there.

Yet the spirit was never rested, for the spirit was inspired by
vengeance by the curse that her foe had bestowed so kindly on her. For
800 years, Vernum's spirit had room enough for one thought:
to find and destroy her foe.

And here by the tree did Vernum's rotted body lie, though
covered by dirt and patches of pallid and sickly grass that had
not seen rain for almost a year. It was almost as if there was
never a grave there.

There is.

It was close to midnight at this point, and everything appeared
completely normal. The city of Thor glistened with their bustling
lights of passing cars and chatter of many humans, but they could
only be seen, not heard. Yet a courtyard existed beyond the
city where an old building had fallen, with that ancient dead oak
tree towered. There was rubble everywhere, and not yet cleared
away by workers.

Indeed, everything seemed normal enough. Crickets chirruped
in the night, and somewhere in the rubble a mangy feline meowed
hungrily. His yellow eyes were peering around, his little nose
sniffing the ground while his brown tail swished carelessly behind
him. He took a great amount of care by keeping his distance
from that strange dead tree, for whenever he came close he
felt a shiver run down his spine.

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Ignorance is bliss, they say. And so the dead do rest in such ignorance, laying in wait... for what?

...who knew?

The busy streets of Thor were silent to Avalon's ears. She heard nothing, saw nothing of the humans, or their disgusting, polluting automobiles. The tree before her stretched out against the indigo sky, creating dark cracks of shadows against the night. The rubble lay like bodies, thrown in a misshapen pile around the deserted area. A church-like silence gripped the vicinity, but a wry grin graced Avalon's slim muzzle at the thought of the tree being holy. It was anything but sacred... Her eerie white coat shimmered in the moonlight, violet markings like viens tracing mystical mask around her eyes, which were narrowed as she slowly sensed the presence beneath the dead vegetation around the tree's base. Thor was not a human home. This was the land of her mother's time... She chuckled dryly, large paws crushing the grasses and leaves easily. Unbeknownst to her, a small mammal crouched nearby, what the humans called a cat, the likes of which she had never seen before. Had she known of its presence... But her attention was riveted on the heap at the base of the tree, throat flexing as she whispered words to herself, almondine eyes half-closed in concentration.

She fell silent for a mere instant.

"Ahahiahkuie, doiemasoan, fearsoma tehaie ewhaahdosoahiew tehaahte ceahgeie ysoi!"

Her tone was thunderous, commanding, yet calmer than a slow stream, as tendrils of lavendar mist twined aorund her body, slowly seeping into the dirt, seeking out the corpse of Vernum, archenemy of her sister and would-be murder victim, Hwesta. Vernum, the feared Demon Morókí that was also the spurned lover of Morókí himself, if tales were true...

"Rhihewie, teso cesomaotleieteie ysoiar haiante ahando arahoahgeie Ahahiieewteah, tehaie beihteceha ahihaso ieancehaahanteiedo ysoiar lesooiear ahando ewtesoleie haihew haieaharte!"

Avalon waited. Waited for all hell to break loose... literally.


(first line of morkin: awake, demon, from the shadows that cage you!
second line of morkin: Rise, to complete your hunt and ravage Hwesta, the bitch who enchanted your lover and stole his heart!)

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It was only then that the crickets ceased chirruping. Sound seem
to have been sucked into oblivion so that there was absolutely...
nothing.

Movement could perhaps be felt, for the very earth shook like
an aftershock. Then, sound like thunder in the ground joined with
the quake. At that moment, a wild jolt was given in the grave
area of Vernum, and a huge split appeared like a crevice.

Things started to turn ugly indeed. The old tree suddenly burst
into flame, almost out of nowhere. Suddenly, pallid bones of a
paw that no doubt belonged to a hulking-sized wolf reached weakly
from the crevice. The toes were moving, as if reaching for the very
flames that licked the tree's boughs.

With the tiniest touch of flame, the skeleton's paw was ignited
instantly. Like the tree, the flame ate up the entire arm of the
living-dead. Upon engulfing the rotted corpse inside the earth,
an explosion subsequently transpired from the earth where the
corpse of Vernum lay. Dirt, grass, and stone flew in all directions
like fireworks.

Upon advancing thus far into the necromancing, a cataclysmic
howl was sent violently upon the world as the spirit of Vernum
returned; her corpse tumultuously engulfed and obscured in flames
as a vengeful spirit returned once more to the shell that was left
behind eight-hundred years ago. The marrow of the bones became
whole; flesh melded together like clay; organs re-formed so that
the shell could live once again.

The flames upon the body died, to reveal a whole wolf that was
about the size of a very large horse. She was standing with her
head held high and with a purpose upon a deep, enormous
crater to where her body once rested unpeacefully. She might
have looked oddly intimidating against a tree that was still burning
with flame.

For the longest time, Vernum did not speak, but was simply
looking out into the world with blurred eyes as if born again.

'Where am I? What am I doing here?'

For some reason, she felt a mixture of confusion and intense
anger bubbling in the pit of her stomach. As her vision cleared,
she noticed a strange creature standing before her, with a look
of purpose in the wolf's eyes.

"Who are you?" demanded Vernum, barking this with a terrible
anger. "What am I doing here?"

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Avalon stood still, enjoying the quiet, the absolute silence, the void she had created... created with her thirst for vengeance, her need for vindication, the lust for blood that had been borne for so many long years. "Finally, dear Hwesta... you will get what you deserve." Her voice was hoarse with anticipation, jaws slowly parting, tasting each vowel, each consonant, maw hanging open just barely, letting her gargantuan jaws drip saliva. The clear liquid sizzled as it touched the dry, barren earth, as if infuzed with acid. As the earth roiled beneath her, convulsing as if in the throes of childbrith. Hackles raised, Avalon stepped forward, a deliberate movement towards the gash forming before her. Her aura swirled, the violet magick darkening to a deadly pitch black. Flecks of lightning-like white zipped across her fur, bright against the shadows that enveloped her long, well-muscled body. Her bloodshot eyes narrowed, focusing in on the flames, shining as the fire seemed to belch forth the skeleton- Vernum. A crazed grin dipped across the female's visage, a harsh croaking noise that could only be defined as laughter erupting suddenly from her throat. She had been correct.

As dirt, rocks, and other unnamed rubble flew towards Avalon, it was deflected by an invisible shield, dropping meekly back towards the ground where it belonged. The female only stood, unflinching, the insane grimace irreplaceable upon her muzzle. The blackness around her body retreated as Vernum's flames also did, slowly fading to reveal the crystalline white and shadowed purple of her normal appearance. She studied the newly made body of Vernum, congratulating herself on magick well cast.

"Waielecesomaie, Vaiearanima, beahceku ahmasoangeewte tehaie leihoihange!"

She paused, then nodded, reverting to Common.

"I am Avalon."

(morkin: welcome, vernum, back amongst the living.)

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The thick, curly red mane rippled as the first few winds blew across
her body. Feeling was granted to her now, and she felt that cool
breeze. Was this real?

Vernum's angry heart was softened only temporarily as this strange
being spoke to her, first in her native tongue, then in the Common
language. Was she really brought back to life? Death seemed
like a long, dark dream, bound by a perpetual darkness that fed
her vengeful spirit.

"I died?" whispered Vernum, her brows furrowed deeply as she
thought of the long darkness. "I..." Then her memories swarmed
like angry bees back to her thoughts. A large black wolf...
It happened so suddenly...

"Die."

The single, awful voice filled her memory. Without knowing it, her
lips were pulled up into a silent snarl. "Tahaahte beihteceha ihew
gesoananah otahy," she responded bitterly, without really
looking at her necromancer.

Then reality hit her like falling stones. "Avalon...," she began,
stepping up close to the strange female, "you brought me back,
but that doesn't mean anything! I don't know your reason
for doing so. I'm not here for any kind of pleasantries. I know
there exists a black wolf with pale blue eyes; I'm going to find
her, and kill her. Not even you, Necromancer Avalon, can get in
my way! So don't bother trying."

OOC:

1st translation: "That bitch is gonna pay"