Tiefling's view

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Tiefling's view

PostitusPostitas stuart » 02 Sept 2009, 13:32

Die asked me some time ago for insight into tiefling's mind, so here it is. Started writing it already some time ago, but it was very short. Added some more scenes and it's not finished by any means. Just don't have time now to write more.
It's definitely not covering all of the rpg scenes, I didn't want to get it too long and too thorough, so some of the parts are simply small glimpses into what she might think.
Underlined female pronoun indicates witch, as you might already know. With three women around, it gets bit difficult to make difference otherwise.

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Shalimah walked down the lane, smiling contentedly. Day was fine and sun was caressing her face, dilating her vertical pupils to narrow slits, but under disguise and illusion nobody noticed it. For anybody paying attention she was just another elf.
Tiefling purred inside. Work was done, pay acquired and now she felt it was time for some vacation. Maybe that little spot in the woods she found last time, when hunting down those thieves... or that busy little town, promising some good entertainment...
Suddenly her wandering thoughts were interrupted. Strange visions flooded her mind, until she felt her head would explode. Confusion lasted only for a moment, because already she knew the reason. Her friend was in trouble, extremely unhappy and she had to go and help her.
Still, one had to be careful. She looked around cautiously and walked into some bushes, concentrating hard. No mistakes, no wrong turns, she had to be there and quickly. Changing the shadows wasn't always easy, but fortunately witch's realm was close.

*

She arrived right at centre glade, but some people were there already. Couple of elves were sitting and gasping, trying to get their breath back, huge raven was gliding over the treetops and young man was kneeling beside suitcase, with murderous look in his eyes, assembling a sniper rifle.
As she walked over to him, more people started to appear from the forest, filling the air with their voices.

*

A man, looking like a strange dark-elf she'd seen in her visions, was standing under the tree and witch was kneeling before him. Shalimah growled inside and carefully slide herself further on the branch. She shouldn't be sorry, for it was he who's done the damage.
As man finished dressing and looked down on her, tiefling's boiling anger finally broke out and she jumped down on the ground. Gracefully landing on her feet she snapped her fingers, losing her disguise. If she already confronted this man, better do it in her natural state and also to let him know with whom he's dealing.
She marched to the witch, ignoring dark-elf completely, but her subconscious mind noted how he seemed to act almost protectively towards her, before realizing intruder being a friend, not an enemy. Still, anger raged inside her, as she addressed the witch.

*

Shalimah could feel her demonic blood coursing through her veins, making her eyes glow and accompanying roar rising from her chest. Pushing dark-elf against tree, her hand found his throat, but man made no attempt to free himself. Coward, fool, what are you? Those thoughts run through her mind as she felt worse side of ancestry taking her over. Hit him, make him suffer, her blood sang to her. She raised her free hand, fingers curling into fist, teeth bared in snarl.
Suddenly she felt the barriers rise in her mind and flinched. Growling, she slammed her fist in the tree surface beside man's head.
She won't let her attack him!
Frustrated, she let go of his throat and backed off, trying to get her breath back.

*

Red mist slowly left her brain and she felt a pang of guilty conscience. You keep your demons excellently under control, tiefling, she muttered sarcastically to herself. Glance at the one she desired to slaughter just moments ago showed that he tried hard to control himself. Her eyes narrowed. Now, that isn't coward or a fool, she thought, as she felt magic flickering in his stare.
Damn right he isn't, was her next trail of thought as he spoke and she marvelled at his well-controlled manners. She was sure he would like nothing more than return her attack and yet he kept himself at bay. And you are more like him than you'd like to admit, her mind pointed out, when his words dug deep into her soul.

While replying to him a decision formed in her mind. You're going to regret it later, her rational side chastised her, but she silenced it. I have plenty of time for regrets later, if needed. Now, she only saw a chance, as she bowed and first words of alliance vow left her lips.

*

When the first wave of scent hit her nostrils she felt her head swam. Are you absolutely sure you want to do this, she heard voice in her head asking. Then another wave came, making deciding easier. After all, if something happened, she would be ready to dispel whatever effects it had.
Curiosity killed the cat, she chuckled to herself as she slide spoon into her mouth. But brave ones get all the gold, was her last thought as visions started to flash in her mind.

She knew what to expect, at least to some degree, so she was prepared and kept her control as vivid images played out in front of her eyes, voices whispered to her ear and strange urges weaved their long and slender fingers into her mind.
No wonder witch reacted so strongly to this stuff. Her mind was so open, after all, her feelings bare, all one had to do was reach out and touch those, to get reaction. He had done so, but unintentionally it seemed.

*

Gods, this man is really thick-headed! Shalimah thought, as she dragged him away from the witch. How many times she has to explain, what happened and _why_ exactly it's no good? She fumed silently, but then calmed. Anger is no use, you won't get through to him like that. Maybe simple straightforwardness will do? If she keeps being soft and gentle with him, then it's good if somebody will be honest and blunt.

*

Tiefling felt her skin crawl as she saw Mithgariel's spell at work. Shalimah didn't know, what it was exactly, but the way helmorui reacted made it clear how painful it was. Her eyes narrowed as she observed. Mind-torture. How she hated that.
But then again, what else could be expected from Mithgariel? And it seemed she didn't use her full power too, lucky guy. Frowning, she thought that dark-elf probably wouldn't share her opinion about his luck right now.
She glanced at the two witches and kneeling man, unsure what would happen next. Part of her expected witch would go and help him, but then again, it was her friend doing the spell. Another part of her expected him to attack and in that case she was ready to intervene, even if it would mean she would be caught in a cross-fire. Alliance was alliance, it didn't matter to her was it sworn many years or just few minutes ago and she would do what she could to keep her allies cutting each other throats.

*

She tried hard not to stare as witch's spell worked, summoning the water from the pond to swirl over dark-elf. Definitely easier and less time-consuming than letting him do the washing. She noticed his dislike of magic, even as soft and friendly as hers was. Now, that is strange, she muttered herself and suddenly it dawned to her. Shalimah, you fool, you saw it, saw in your head why he hates it so much, didn't you? Not only pleasant memories seeped to you with his essence, but others too, remember? Oh she did remember, even too well and flinched. Whips, poison, malice, dark magic. Better not go there, better not think about it. Too… familiar.
Too much like… home.

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