Leliana did not give birth to an angry daughter. Sabbath had been like many girls - a soft, timid thing with a heart just yearning to plunge itself over the edge for someone. She had to be taught to hunt, to bare her teeth and take a life. It's hard to believe that it had, at one point, not come naturally to her. But being cast aside time and time again only sharpened the knife of her rage. Now her viper heart beats in perfect time with the war drum of her curse.
She stalks the jungle idly, wondering if Varick will come surfing in on the tide once more to see how she fairs after his spell. His magic left her dizzy and confused of what had even happened but his name lingers clearly on her tongue. Sabbath assumes, then, it is him that summons her with the tug of some invisible string. Her wild green eyes narrow as her skin grows hot. The serpent woman slinks between the trees to the source of the call.
But it is not the kelpie's handsome face that awaits her. Instead, it is the magician who tasted like broken promises and pipedreams. For a flickering second, time grows still and her anger vanishes. She studies the shape of his ink black wings. (How strange, that she had almost hoped to see her latest suitor.) And then it all comes rushing back like a typhoon as it knocks the air from her lungs.
Sabbath clenches her jaw as she approaches him. The fiery red scales across her hips and shoulders catch the freckles of sunlight that find their way between the canopy, casting her in an angry glow. She takes him by the throat for old times' sake and floods his veins with her venom. He'll survive, just like he had before, but it makes her feel better to have his blood smeared across her lips. She holds him there between her jaws a while longer before she releases him.
"You taste like the emptiness between the stars. I don't miss it," she tells him, spitting the flavor to the ground.
She stalks the jungle idly, wondering if Varick will come surfing in on the tide once more to see how she fairs after his spell. His magic left her dizzy and confused of what had even happened but his name lingers clearly on her tongue. Sabbath assumes, then, it is him that summons her with the tug of some invisible string. Her wild green eyes narrow as her skin grows hot. The serpent woman slinks between the trees to the source of the call.
But it is not the kelpie's handsome face that awaits her. Instead, it is the magician who tasted like broken promises and pipedreams. For a flickering second, time grows still and her anger vanishes. She studies the shape of his ink black wings. (How strange, that she had almost hoped to see her latest suitor.) And then it all comes rushing back like a typhoon as it knocks the air from her lungs.
Sabbath clenches her jaw as she approaches him. The fiery red scales across her hips and shoulders catch the freckles of sunlight that find their way between the canopy, casting her in an angry glow. She takes him by the throat for old times' sake and floods his veins with her venom. He'll survive, just like he had before, but it makes her feel better to have his blood smeared across her lips. She holds him there between her jaws a while longer before she releases him.
"You taste like the emptiness between the stars. I don't miss it," she tells him, spitting the flavor to the ground.
may my enemies live long so they can see me prosper.
sabbath