User:StarHawk/Lament The Living

Lament the Living
Female Abyssal Exalt
Day Caste

She once was a favored servant to the Mask of Winters. That's how they always start out. But she was quick to realize she was not the only favorite. And she soon fell from his prized graces. While she once would do is best missions, her tasks soon degraded into nothing more than becoming his 'gopher'. She soon felt a small amount of resentment for her Leige. He of course sensed this and called her to his presence. "Lament, my beautiful, what is this resentment I feel for you? Do you not know you are a favored of my court? Where are the kind and doting words I once heard from your soft lips?" She was silent. "Answer me my precious. How may I be in your good graces again?" He was egging her on, and she knew deep down this was only a must-do on his lists of things to do. She hated him more than ever. She hated him because it was working. She felt her cheeks flush and she felt herself shy away from his alluring words. She felt herself melt to his whim, and she hated him because she couldn't help but answer back. "I want better missions my Leige. Just one would ease my loathing." She silently berrated herself as she spoke the words. Mask of Winters dropped the illusion of kindness. "You demand this from your leige?! How dare you insolent girl!" He rose from his seat and spoke loudly to the undead guards outside the door. "Take this ungreatful whore from my site. I don't care what you do with her just take her away." Men broke through the door and dragged the ever silent Lament away. Outside the doors of his graces' palace she was released. And from there she walked, hoping never to look back. Of course one always hopes they won't go back to the hand that beat them... But when she was called, she returned.

"Lament," He called to her from across his large throne room. "Go and spy on the minions of my rival. They will be several days south of Great Forks. You will reconize them for who and what they are. They are conducting a very special ritual, and I must have my eyes and ears open to this. Once they finish I want them dead. See to my will."
And like every good dog she did as she was told. And when she found the two abyssal exalted, one very pregnant, and one obviously her lover, she knew what they were up to. Or so she thought....

...More later...