And the Void stared back.

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And the Void stared back.

#1 Post by Morrigan » Tue Jan 21, 2020 12:07 am

A black horse stood in the chapel yard of Morgan's plot.
He was sleek, well-bred in a way that would impress the snootiest of Kul Tiran horse experts, even when his raven-black coat was grayed with Deadwind's dust. The corruption of Shadow had morphed his deep brown eyes into an unsettling violet, and the darkness ran through his veins as surely as it did in any beast of the Void.

Thanagor's head was down, muzzle searching for tufts of dead grass and flowers between the gravestones. Morrigan approached him with the grooming brush she'd stolen from Darkshire, and placed her hand gently on his neck, feeling the powerful muscles beneath tensing.

Thanagor raised his head and stretched his neck forward, ears flattening against his skull. His hoof stomped against the ground in warning, and the whites of his eyes were visible in the dim evening light. Morrigan scowled at the unusual body-language, her hand stilling where it rested against his flank.

"What's wrong?" she muttered at him, voice low and soft. She reached out to touch his face, to rub her hand soothingly over his forehead in the way she knew he loved.

Thanagor turned his head and snapped his teeth closed around Morrigan's hand.

There was a creaking noise, and for a moment she thought he'd bitten her fingers off. She smacked the horse harshly on the side of the neck, and Thanagor released her hand and turned, giving Morrigan less than a second to back off before he could manage to stomp his hoof down on her bare foot.

Morrigan studied her hand. Blood ran down her fingers where a claw had cracked, and deep gouges were visible where Thanagor's Shadow-sharpened teeth had sunk in. She'd never been bitten by a horse so badly. Thanagor was her oldest, most trusted friend, and he had never, ever harmed her before.

"Does something hurt?" Morrigan whispered at him. The air seemed to have darkened, and the was a heaviness in it that threatened to suffocate them both. She felt a nauseating rage well up within, violence and sadism bubbling just beneath the surface - a call back to long ago. The black horse swung his head restlessly up and down, dust rising in the air as he stomped his hooves, teeth visible as he clacked them together. It wasn't fear, or pain. It was rage.

"Someone's whispering to you too, huh?" she muttered, wrapping her bleeding hand in a dirty cloth. The darkness seemed to lurch closer at the acknowledgement of its presence, but unlike others, Morrigan didn't recoil. She knew this entity better than most.

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C̗̘̳̮̭͖̻̩̖̀̄̃͒͘͜͞o̶̙̖̹͈̻̓̒̅̀͛́̇̉͟͡m̡̢͔̜͍͕̜̤̅̊͂͗̆̃̎̌̇̕͟e̷̝̝̪̦̩͒͌̏͌͂̀͑ h̷̝̱̹͓̬̫̿̆̆͆̅̋̂͜o̟͓̪̬͎͉̦̤̓̎̐̚͡m̶̮̹̠̞̜̓͗̏̍̓̚̚͞ͅe̶̬̖̜͓̺̝̲̓̈̉̃̏̑̚ t̡̧̘̰̞̳̲̖̊̊͆̎̀͜͜ŏ̴̢͓̘̠͇̹͇̞̣̬͋̽̀̓̃̑͠͞͡c̖̭̱̞̯̣̍͐̆́̑͡ơ̵̡͙̫̗̟̣̠̰̾͋̌̈́̌̉̑͐́m͔̭͔̳͙̝̯̦̉̇̑͂͐͗͘͢͝ę̛̖̪̬̜͓̃͆̿̿̌͊̓ h̷̨͉̣͓͕̳̻̾̈͛̔̏̾̃̇͢ỏ̵̪͈̬̙͉̪͙̬̯̦̂͑͊̑̚͞m̶̖͇͈̩͉̼̖͉͂̊̒̀̔͟͢e̖̙͓̼̣͈̎͛̆̂̽̄̉͂̈ t͎̝̫͕̲̉̏̽̍̐o̡͍͖̜͖̝̎͛͑̉̏ m̷͓͎̦̱̦͉̝̱̃̂́̿͋̚ͅē̶̺̯̤̯̮̜͛͛̅͂͟͠ͅh̥̠̗͍͉̯͋̍͑͋͗ǫ̸̥͕͓̺̤̘̉̌̊̽̓̀̔̎́͠ͅm̷̧̠̞̘͓̲̻̻̒͛̃̊͛̏e̶̡̢͕̟̜̤͊̓́̄͠ͅ ț̵̨̢̛̦͖̂̆̆́̿̆̕ͅo̸̹͓͓̯̮̗̫̊̓̑͗̍͐͛͘͞ m̢͕̞̰̖̖̺̘͛̂̓̉̚e̛̞͉̩͚͐͌͒͌ͅ


Morrigan turned away from Thanagor, facing the darkness, which had grown deep and black enough to hide everything else from view, like ink in water. There was only the endless Void, and two of its beasts.

"So, you have a voice now, my faceless, soundless friend," she said into it, a sharp grin tugging at the scarred corners of her mouth. "You've grown bold. Are you N'zoth?"

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Ą̢̫̳̗̺̯̏̾͌̔̓́͢ǹ̞̬͉͇̐̀́̕͟͡ͅ e͔͕̦͖̼̜͍͂̊̒̽͂͒̐̽́̀c̢̣̱̗̺͔̠̳͇̏̀̍͊̂̒̐̿͜h̢͎̗̠̳̾͒͒͛͝ó̭̯̬̱͕̲̏̎͐͐͜ ò̢̧̙̟̣̫̣̝̂̃͒̎̓͛̕͞f̵̝̗̯̼̯̣̜̲͎̭̅͋̈̄́́̕͘͡͞ã̵̙̻̟̹͓̂̀̉̋̑͗͘͠͠ǹ̶̥͔̪̥̦̘͔̋̎̋͞͡͡ ȇ̴̡̧̪̫̖͈̊͑̀̊̽́͊̓ͅc̷̡̠̭̜̘̣̺͍͈̃̀̆͗͘͟͠h̷̛̛̛̫̬̝̞͚̪̉͗͗̆̎̃͌͟o̶̢̡͖̘̻͂̄́̒̅̒̃̿͗͢͝ o̸̡̢̬̳͇̯̣͇̊̐͑͗̐̾̾̓͆͠f̷̳̮̞̯͛͂͋̒͋̄́̕͟͡ a̶̤̖͎̠͈̖̾̌͂̔̆̓̿̅̅ d̺̠̱̹̃̀̃͗̃́̚̕͜ŗ̵̹͕̠̺̺͒̽͒͢͝͞e͕̖̞̭̰͆̓̎̅̃͐͑̕ȁ̡̛̙͙͕̥͖͎̫̈́̌͋̈̾͜͝ṁ̷͖̫̟̺̟́̈̈͐e̴̡̢͉͉͇͙͎͛͛̂̽͒͟c͕͖͔͕̜̋̆́̂̆̀̇͑͘͢h͍̳̗̹̏̈́͌́̐͒̋̏͜͟͝ō̸̫̫̣̭̺̪̮̑͐̿͒͊̇̚̚ ỏ̴͇̰͇̯̩̼̓̓̂̍͜f̶̝̹͍̳̭̬̘̞̏̒̂̂͝ ả̶̢͎̘̳̓̏̃̈́͞ͅ d̻͓̩̬͙̳̉̊̈̉͗́͘̚͢͟͠ͅr̢̛̹̤̩̰̎̒̇̉̃͝͝͡ẽ̷̗͖̹̝͈̮͂̋͂̇̿̅a̠̹̳̦͔̼̪̍͒͂͒̈̉͟͞͠m̷̡̢̥̣͍̹͐͐͛̄͋̈͘
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"Of course. How presumptious of me to assume it would talk directly to me - even though I've served you for decades, you selfish fucks."

Morrigan laughed, a low, ugly sound.

"I have nothing for you. I already sold my soul to you once, remember?"
Morrigan raised a hand and touched the large, ugly scar across her throat.

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Y̢̧̛̩̝̫͐̊̊͌͂́̏́ͅo͉̲̖̗͚̣͚͚̭̓̀͐̏̓͒̽͟ú̡̹̣͎͙̘̺̈́̽́̚ŕ̪͇͕̤̦̦͉͇̍̄͟͡͡ d̴̡͎̬̖̣͔̓̂͆̚͟͟͝͝ͅę̵͓͎͔͓̙͇͉̝̽̀͋̓͋̅͒̉͡͠ę̸̢̢̙͙̖͎͔͚͌͛̽̀̕͜͝͝͡p̸̧̩̹̻͎̊̄̈̀͋̓̾̔̚͜ě̪̺̮͓̜̓͗̕͢͡s̼̟͓̯̮͗͊́̈̿̾͗̕͜͞t̶̬̭̩̹̝̥̳̘̺̝̎͛̿̋̕ d̵̯̜͖̟̼̱̀̔̂̋͗͐e̸̠̖̺͎͈͒͂̍̓̿̏̕ͅs̫̱̖̩̖̼͖͍̥̈͑̆̅͂̋͒̊̕͞i̵͓̝͇̠̇͆̏͗͢͞r̛͔̺̦̤̹̗̘̭̓͗̓̈́͛̄̀͞ę̶͎̯̜̲̏͒̄̍͘͝s̸̡̢̛̳̯̥͐͆̇͌̋͛̇͋͘ w̴̛̖̥̳͐̾̇̃͑́̉͟ͅį̴̜̮͓̤̌͑̆̔̽͊l̸̡̢̢̤̙̣̞͎̫̇͒̍̄̕͡l̙̞̯̱̖̞̀̃̑̋̆́͝͡d̸̜̺̭̺͔͕͉͓̤́̌̋͊̕͞ḛ͎̭̫̟̟̊͌̓̊̔͢͟͜͞e̷̡̼̥̞̥̯̗͌̎̔̋̅̽p̴̦͖͎̪͙͔̜̓͐̂͊͂̌̒͆e̸͚̙̞̞̙̭̓̀̈̋̔̓͝͠ͅs̪̺̺̣̘̫̣̬̗̽͂͆͆̑̔̈́͟t̻̞̤̠͕̺̳̿͑̾͑̉͢͡ d̶̡̥͓͕̱̼͎̲̍̀̈̓̒͝è̢͖͙͔͚͍̳̦̌̍̓̀̔̓͑̓͘ș̨̨͙̥̠͛́̈́͌͗̈̾̚͘͢͡ȋ̯̤̘̱̭̐̓͂͆r̸̨̨͇͓̮͂̿̌͂̄̀̎̈́͒͗e̢̖͈̟͉̤͔̳̭̜̾͋͗͊̍̍͠͡s̛̛̹̜͓̝̟̜͐́̍̌̏͌͠͝ͅ ŵ͖̙͉̲̤̣̹̊̄̉͋͋̿̂̄i̶̩̪͍̰͚͇̖͋̊͆̇͛̈͒̀͟͢͝ḷ̢̡̛̛̥̠̪̠̇̽͛̌͋͋͂͞l̼͓̪̞̣̿̔̑̓̐̂͛̾̈́̔ b̸̗̫͔͕͚̀̃̎̉͝͠ę̢͙̺͕̋̓͋̊̍́͢ y̷̢̡̮̮̩͖͇͕̠̮͆̈̈̉̅͡ǫ̨͕̩̹͕̥͚̝̮̓͌̓͘͘ṵ͈̰̦̟̈́̏͐̏̏̕r̶̳̮͔͓̜̞͈͛͑̋̔̀̊͢s̵̡̛̬͓̼͉̔̌̄͡͡͝ b̷̧͖͕̞̳̥̜͆̉̒̑̉̂͆̉͋̋͜ẽ̛͕͓̱̪̻̻̲̬̍͌̍́̄͋́̚ ỹ̷̤̜̦̠͓͓͙̓͌̀͌̌̉͛͢͞͡ơ̷͙̖̪̳͕͔̄͛̀̏̌̈́̕u̡̺̻̺̗̮̮̜͕̐̊͛̎͘͝ͅr̷̡̳̙͔͔̞̜̍̎̅͂͌̌̅ş̴̻͔̽̓̎̽̈́̂͘͘͢ͅ
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"You know what I want," she said.

The darkness didn't respond.

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