Nyx

Tasera came rushing through to her hut hand holding and tightly gripping the skin over heart. It felt as if a thousand poisoned blades where stabbing the flesh over and over again. She collapsed to her knees to the side of her bed, nearly knocking a table over in the process. “Arg, damn ‘im!” She yelled, to no one but herself. Curling to a ball and still clutching to the skin over her heart. n There then came a few quiet foot steps behind her, and down peered Akeagoro who eyed the scene with little emotion on her face, “It’s coming out again…isn’t it? It wants out?” Tasera’s eyes snapped back to see the death knight night standing over her. Her pupils seeming to emit an eerie red glow as she snarled, “What do you tink?! I’ve gotten weak, an’ it’s all because of him! I can’t control it! “n Akeagoro looked down as Tasera seemed to be loosing control of her sanity, Her expression was stone cold, never has she seen this happen, at least not this badly. But she was prepared when the huntress stood up and pounced at her like a…rabid animal. Akeagoro grabbed her mistresses’ wrist and slammed her to the ground. Tasera struggled, snarling but mentioning no audible words. The death Knight kept the flailing huntress to the floor. Her body may be stronger then the death knights, but her movements where simple to predict. “Forgive me m’lady, you shall have a nasty headache when you come to.” n Before Tasera could make a deadly Lash at the death knight, she suddenly found a vial stuffed into her mouth, a strange reddish substance pouring down her throat. Before any more of the liquid could pass down to her stomach, she spat out the vial and made another attempt to lash at the death knight. Yet, in an instant, her crazed eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her body went limp. n Akeagoro groaned and pulled herself up, holding Tasera in her arms. She moved the huntress to her bed and removed the armors from her body, “One day Tasera,” Akea said out loud, “You will have to reveal to everyone why you have such a harsh temper…”

((Reserved))

A few days had passed since the little episode. Tasera had been up about already, having slept and gotten over the headache from the sedative Akeagoro had given her. nnThe female troll was in the process of tightening the string of her bow to her liking. On the other side of the den this day was Mukzul, the priest who choose to view himself as Tasera's brother. He had been meditating and reading scripts, the whole time over hearing the hunter's angry mumbling. Finally a yelp made his eyes leap up. nnTasera clenched her right hand with the other, growling, "Blasted string!" nnMukzul chuckled, "Yous be awfully tense my sistah. I'd ask what da problem is, but I doubt you'd tell me, yous never tell anyone, anyting..."nnTasera glared up, looked the studying priest in the eyes, turned her head and snorted. nnMukzul sighed then shruged, "I can tell something is botherin' jah, more den usual. If you actually feel like openin' your feelin's a bit, your bruddah be here for joo."nnTasera grumbled and went back to work, not answering back to his offer.