OOC: Something to fill the quiet hours, relevant to Drache and Myst. ---------
It was a hard life fishing the Phalthion coastline and Sebbesto was grateful he had four strong sons to help him with the catch. They had set out at dawn to fish the oceans off the coastline of their home, wrapped protectively in huge sheepskin coats and pants, thick leather gloves covering their hands against the conditions of extreme cold. Like great woolly bears they were, covered from head to foot in thick clothing and heavy boots. The Phalthion sea was the coldest sea in existance with huge mountainous icebergs that floated magestically on the frigid surface. As Sebbesto expertly steered the boat between two such mighty ice rocks, always aware that the ocean could send them crashing into each other and so crushing the boat, a cry went up from Asser, his youngest son, at fifteen he was already as tall and almost as broad as his brothers. Asser's strong gloved fingers gripped the rope which held the net over the side of the fishing boat. His brother Jaled, nineteen and easily the most handsome of the four with curly black hair and sea green eyes, came across the deck to help him pull the catch up. Saltair the eldest gripped the net that Asser was clinging to, he was the brawniest brother, a strong man a head taller than his father at twenty five. They heaved the net from the heavy pull of the icy waters as Dasre, Saltair's younger by two years, held the rudder firm and peered curiously across the deck as his family pulled up the heavy catch. "Do you think it might be shark father?" Dasre called up to Sebbesto whose eyes were as ever on the dangers of the frozen seas. "Always possible, my son," he responded, "But if it is dolphin, hearty meal or not, you know it must be thrown back. We do not eat the friend of the fisherman." "I know father .. but we haven't had a decent catch for weeks, would one matter so very much to feed our hunger?" A gasp brought Dasre's eyes to his brothers at the net once more as they crowded around the catch. He craned his neck to see but couldn't fit his gaze between the rock wall of their combined bodies to see what they had brought up from the depths of the ocean. He could only hope that it was a great catch, or perhaps some treasure that the ocean might have offered up to them in its mercy. He offered a silent prayer to the gods of the sea which the fishermen worshipped devoutly, hoping for a blessing from the nets rather than a curse. There was a soft wet thump as the catch landed fully on the wooden deck and was unrolled from the net. "She's so beautiful," whispered Saltair. "And dead," Asser pointed out sadly. "I wonder how she came to be given to the ocean and why she isn't bloated like a normal drowning." "Gods, she's alive!" cried Jaled. "Quick, fetch something to warm her." "No," she whispered, her voice a husky command. "Don't do that at all." The brothers parted their wall of brawn for a moment to give the craning Dasre his first glimpse of the beauty they had caught in their nets. She was perfectly formed and naked, her skin tinged with blue and her long hair silvered which was strange for a woman as young and vibrant as her form indicated, surely it was old women who had silvered hair? Dasre shivered against the sudden chill that coursed his spine as he met her gaze, strange movement in her eyes made it seem as if a snowstorm raged in the darkness of their depths. The air was bitter, Dasre's breath steaming as he exhaled and yet she seemed happy so naked in the extreme cold. Her lips curved into a hint of a sultry smile as she looked around the faces of the father and brothers. "Perhaps a cold bath was what I needed," she murmered. "Is there always such a bitter cold in this land?" "Yes," breathed Saltair, a shaking hand outstretched impudently to touch the curve of her naked breast, as if to test if she was real. "Then I shall spend the Spring and Summer here and regain my strength to return to my sister's Forest, the city of Drache and Myst when Autumn leads into Winter, and they shall lament my coming," she told them, one ice talon tracing the line of Saltair's cheek and swaying towards him, lips parted as if she would kiss him. "You may remove your clothing, none of you will needing covering during the coming months." She laughed softly as her teeth sank into the soft flesh of Saltair's face and a hand pressed against his chest, cold burning the imprint of her palm and fingers through his thick clothing and onto his flesh for eternity, giving him her Blight. ---------- Jaxy >:) http://www.aranforest.com http://www.blkdragon.com "She Might have thorns but she is still his rose." ~Dock~ "If I be waspish, best beware my sting." ~The Taming of the Shrew ~William Shakespeare. "You are -so- my girl" "She is Bad Tempered. She is mean spirited. She is wild and aggressive. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." "We got a little world of our own. I tell you things that no-one else knows. I let you in where no-one else goes." "When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, Will be a tattered weed of small worth held." ~William Shakespeare _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Archives & Other DMI Lists: http://islesofmyst.com/lists.php3
