Post by Darius Tanaka on May 31, 2009 17:55:55 GMT -5
Darius sat at the garden bar a glass of whiskey in his hand looking at the sword laying across the counter. He finishes the glass and sits back and lays his head down upon his chest eyes closing as he crossed his arms over his chest and soon slipped into sleep and dreams of old.
Dar slipped through different memories of battles, fights, treasures, good and bad times. His mind continued to wander of past and present events until it reaches on event that he rarely ever thought about........the day it happened. Torchlight lit a long dark tunnel that slowly went down into the ground. The smell of earth, sand, and water would meet the senses of any who walk down.
At the end of the torch lit tunnel there was a old stone door that stood ajar with flickering light coming out of it. Inside a group of men in masks speaking what sounded like ancient Egyptian could be seen standing around a large stone table with straps upon it. One of the men points to a man and women in white robes and masks and the two figures bow and leave the room. One of the masked men walks over to an alter with a kenobic jar and brings it over to the table.
One of the men turns to the others "Do you think it wise to trap Set inside the body of this person? Why not keep him entombed within the kenobic jar like of old" One laughs and looks to the male "Do not doubt us brother, all will be told within time my friend.....get the knives and ritual ready, tonight Set will be given form" The man nods going to another chamber and taking out gold knives placing them around the slab at key points.
A white clothed servant walks from the shadows carrying a large tomb and sets it down at the head of the table opening the book to the pages of the binding and imprisoning ritual for the leader of the group to read. Another door opens and another robed figure walks out. This one was feminine in form and walk and wore and wore a mask in the likeness of Sets snake form.
The female looked around "Are things ready?" the heavily Egyptian accented jackal asked as one of the group shakes his head "Just about, the moon is nearly risen to its peak and the subject is on his way" The fem smiles "Good" She goes to the book and runs her finger over the words and instructions of the spell. A door opens and two white clothed servants bring out a male who was bound and gagged. The fem smiles "Good place him upon the table and strap him in, we must begin soon"
The servants bow and drag the male to the table and lays him down upon it and soon strap the figure into the table. The group gathers around the male at there appointed spots not touching the golden daggers as the servants moved about preparing everything. The jackal fem reaches down removing the blindfold upon the males eyes and smiles "Don't struggle Darius, you have been chosen for a great thing my brother"
Dar growls as white servants go about cutting the clothing from hid body and moonlight shines in from a long tunnel illuminating him. The fem looked and smiled "Almost time. Grab the knives and begin" The men grab the knives as Dar continued to struggle and they lift the knives up beginning the ritual.
There chanting begins low and soft and soon it rises until its reverberating around the room and the fems voice is heard now starting low. The ancient Egyptian words range clearly and the men lower the knives to Dar's body and begins carving the symbols they memorized for the spell. Dar screams through the gag and his eyes close in pain.
Blood flows coating his snow white fur marring it as the men work up and down his naked body carving into his flesh. As they carve a white clothed servant opens the kenboic jar as Set's essence is released. The symbols glow a pulsing red and the essence seeps into the flesh healing and setting the symbols as they went. The fem continued to chant as she set the magical prison entrapping Set within Darius's body.
Dar's body glows a pulsing read as the chant hits its crescendo and finishes the spell. Power flares and explodes sending the group flying back into the walls with grunts. Dar's back arches and he screams muscles ripping as Set tore through his body. He rips the straps off and white clothed servants rush to hold down his arms but Dar's muscles ripple and he throws one off then another sitting up tearing at the others.
The Jackal rises from the ground her mask now forgotten. She looked like Darius for the most part except she had golden eyes and her features were sharper. The fem growls looking at everyone and yells "HOLD HIM DOWN! STOP HIM!" The men in black robes run to Dar but were to late. Dar leaps off the table claws flashing and a spray of blood splatters the wall as one of the robed men falls to the ground gurgling and clutching his neck as his life expires.
Dar growls turning to the others as they rush forward and slams into one of the men taking him to the ground killing him. The Jackal fem growls "STOP HIM! STOP HIM!! DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE!!" Dar growls storm gray eyes fastening upon his sister "Nephrite........why' voice was hoarse and low. Nefretet smiles "Because brother, you will serve...."the fems eyes widen as Dar's muzzle was pressed against the side of hers there eyes straight across from each other.
Nephrite's hands move down and clutches at the blade through her stomach and grunts looking down at it. The rest of the group back off looking between themselves Dar looks at his sister "Why" Nephrite looks to him and he backs up as the symbols faded away and he ran closely followed by group. Dar stumbles crying out as a blade hits his shoulder sending him into the wall as the group near him. HE growls ripping the blade out and continues to run.
Dar leaves a trail of blood as he went through the underground tunnel soon appearing in the pyramid overhead and makes his way through the halls holding his wounded shoulder. He glances back some and soon found himself in some room. He clutches his head as a hiss of words echos through it making him groan and stumble into a wall. He shakes his head as he moved on looking around and stopped backing up looking as men in golden armor walks into the room swords barred.
Words continue to echo in his brain and he groans as the symbols start to pulse and glow. The soldiers yell to each other in Egyptian as they converge upon him. Dar screams in pain as his body slowly starts to shift making the soldiers stop and stare a moment as soon a snake rears up fangs glimmering in the light golden eyes staring at the shoulders. They yell and attack. Dar rears back hissing and moves quicker than they could see and soon the soldiers are screaming and Dar wakes up realizing it was him that was screaming.
Sweat soaks Dar's clothes making them cling to his body and he was shaking. Hands were gripping the hilt and blade of the sword before him. He grimaces removing his right hand looking at the gash left then over to the blade as the blood disappears feeding the sword and storing energy. He sits back and grabs a bottle of rum taking a long drink as he try to relax and mutters something "Nephrite....why" he goes silent as he sat there.
Dar slipped through different memories of battles, fights, treasures, good and bad times. His mind continued to wander of past and present events until it reaches on event that he rarely ever thought about........the day it happened. Torchlight lit a long dark tunnel that slowly went down into the ground. The smell of earth, sand, and water would meet the senses of any who walk down.
At the end of the torch lit tunnel there was a old stone door that stood ajar with flickering light coming out of it. Inside a group of men in masks speaking what sounded like ancient Egyptian could be seen standing around a large stone table with straps upon it. One of the men points to a man and women in white robes and masks and the two figures bow and leave the room. One of the masked men walks over to an alter with a kenobic jar and brings it over to the table.
One of the men turns to the others "Do you think it wise to trap Set inside the body of this person? Why not keep him entombed within the kenobic jar like of old" One laughs and looks to the male "Do not doubt us brother, all will be told within time my friend.....get the knives and ritual ready, tonight Set will be given form" The man nods going to another chamber and taking out gold knives placing them around the slab at key points.
A white clothed servant walks from the shadows carrying a large tomb and sets it down at the head of the table opening the book to the pages of the binding and imprisoning ritual for the leader of the group to read. Another door opens and another robed figure walks out. This one was feminine in form and walk and wore and wore a mask in the likeness of Sets snake form.
The female looked around "Are things ready?" the heavily Egyptian accented jackal asked as one of the group shakes his head "Just about, the moon is nearly risen to its peak and the subject is on his way" The fem smiles "Good" She goes to the book and runs her finger over the words and instructions of the spell. A door opens and two white clothed servants bring out a male who was bound and gagged. The fem smiles "Good place him upon the table and strap him in, we must begin soon"
The servants bow and drag the male to the table and lays him down upon it and soon strap the figure into the table. The group gathers around the male at there appointed spots not touching the golden daggers as the servants moved about preparing everything. The jackal fem reaches down removing the blindfold upon the males eyes and smiles "Don't struggle Darius, you have been chosen for a great thing my brother"
Dar growls as white servants go about cutting the clothing from hid body and moonlight shines in from a long tunnel illuminating him. The fem looked and smiled "Almost time. Grab the knives and begin" The men grab the knives as Dar continued to struggle and they lift the knives up beginning the ritual.
There chanting begins low and soft and soon it rises until its reverberating around the room and the fems voice is heard now starting low. The ancient Egyptian words range clearly and the men lower the knives to Dar's body and begins carving the symbols they memorized for the spell. Dar screams through the gag and his eyes close in pain.
Blood flows coating his snow white fur marring it as the men work up and down his naked body carving into his flesh. As they carve a white clothed servant opens the kenboic jar as Set's essence is released. The symbols glow a pulsing red and the essence seeps into the flesh healing and setting the symbols as they went. The fem continued to chant as she set the magical prison entrapping Set within Darius's body.
Dar's body glows a pulsing read as the chant hits its crescendo and finishes the spell. Power flares and explodes sending the group flying back into the walls with grunts. Dar's back arches and he screams muscles ripping as Set tore through his body. He rips the straps off and white clothed servants rush to hold down his arms but Dar's muscles ripple and he throws one off then another sitting up tearing at the others.
The Jackal rises from the ground her mask now forgotten. She looked like Darius for the most part except she had golden eyes and her features were sharper. The fem growls looking at everyone and yells "HOLD HIM DOWN! STOP HIM!" The men in black robes run to Dar but were to late. Dar leaps off the table claws flashing and a spray of blood splatters the wall as one of the robed men falls to the ground gurgling and clutching his neck as his life expires.
Dar growls turning to the others as they rush forward and slams into one of the men taking him to the ground killing him. The Jackal fem growls "STOP HIM! STOP HIM!! DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE!!" Dar growls storm gray eyes fastening upon his sister "Nephrite........why' voice was hoarse and low. Nefretet smiles "Because brother, you will serve...."the fems eyes widen as Dar's muzzle was pressed against the side of hers there eyes straight across from each other.
Nephrite's hands move down and clutches at the blade through her stomach and grunts looking down at it. The rest of the group back off looking between themselves Dar looks at his sister "Why" Nephrite looks to him and he backs up as the symbols faded away and he ran closely followed by group. Dar stumbles crying out as a blade hits his shoulder sending him into the wall as the group near him. HE growls ripping the blade out and continues to run.
Dar leaves a trail of blood as he went through the underground tunnel soon appearing in the pyramid overhead and makes his way through the halls holding his wounded shoulder. He glances back some and soon found himself in some room. He clutches his head as a hiss of words echos through it making him groan and stumble into a wall. He shakes his head as he moved on looking around and stopped backing up looking as men in golden armor walks into the room swords barred.
Words continue to echo in his brain and he groans as the symbols start to pulse and glow. The soldiers yell to each other in Egyptian as they converge upon him. Dar screams in pain as his body slowly starts to shift making the soldiers stop and stare a moment as soon a snake rears up fangs glimmering in the light golden eyes staring at the shoulders. They yell and attack. Dar rears back hissing and moves quicker than they could see and soon the soldiers are screaming and Dar wakes up realizing it was him that was screaming.
Sweat soaks Dar's clothes making them cling to his body and he was shaking. Hands were gripping the hilt and blade of the sword before him. He grimaces removing his right hand looking at the gash left then over to the blade as the blood disappears feeding the sword and storing energy. He sits back and grabs a bottle of rum taking a long drink as he try to relax and mutters something "Nephrite....why" he goes silent as he sat there.