Shattered ((NC-17 Warning))

[Danyxandra]

~Shattered~

Though beautiful to behold, the golden haired half troll wasn’t the smartest girl from Quel`Thalas, not by far. Sweet, good intentioned, loyal to a fault, crazy as a loon, yes, but oft times she was about as smart as a shiny golden post. She was home, walking the quiet halls of the DeStrasza manor remembering how much a fool she was, remembering all the pretty lies her mother had told her. She’d made her way to the grand dining hall as she remembered how her mother had her so fooled into thinking she loved her over her other daughters, and now she saw how used she had been. Well Mother had paid for that sin. Mother would eternally serve Danlily, keeping Danlily’s strong but soft hands from calluses as Mother’s Sin`dorei skin protected the grip of Danlily’s gryphon bow. Danlily thought she’d learned from this experience. She was wrong.

Try as she might, she couldn’t understand why people did the things they do. She’d try to make sense of motivations and they’d just swirl in circles in her head making no sense at all. Why had her daughter said the things she’d said yesterday? Was Danlyra trying to hurt her purposely? Was Danlyra being kind and simply trying to open Danlily’s eyes to something she was missing? Ooh, where did this pretty new vase come from? Danlily’s mind was so easily distracted. She picked up the vase, turned it over and examined it. The light reflected on its shiny metal surface onto a mirror distracting Danlily again as she looked up to the new light that winked at her. Seeing the mirror, she forgot about the vase and moved closer, examining her new wrinkles. A new wave of depression set in. She was getting old. Her beauty was fading. Clys had found small successes here and there and was steadily moving towards a solution to the puzzle of immortality, but it was moving slower than Danlily was aging. She smiled faintly in the mirror at the thought of Clys, and watched it fade as she realized that smiling produced another set of wrinkles around her mouth. The new wave of depression died as a new emotion leaped to her throat. In the mirror’s reflection she could see an image behind her. The Baron Nex`Cruor had come to pay a visit to DeStrasza manor. He stood some distance behind her with that same sick look on his face he wore when she had belonged to him, when his daughter, Clys, was missing. He wore that same triumphant look of knowing that he owned her and would have her. Well he didn’t own her now. Clys had returned and she was Clys’ thrall now, she thought to herself as she spun to face him in the flesh.

The great house stood so quiet, servants properly faded into the walls as though they did not exist. They would not help her. The Baron and Danlily stood a moment just watching each other, hearing only the sound of the great clock ticking deeply from the foyer down the hall. She thought of Clys, if Clys were here she would protect her, wouldn’t she? Danlily started to have doubts. What had Danlyra said to her, “Your lover and mistress does nothing to avenge you. Does she really truly love you? Is she really seeking immortality to save you so you two can be together forever or is Clys simply saying that to keep you working like a good little thrall?” Danlily pursed her lips, what Danlyra had said had a ring of truth. Clys had known for months now what her father had done to Danlily, how he’d kept her as his sex slave, used her as his toy and producing Danlyra and then keeping Danlyra as his sexual prisoner. The Baron had kept Danlily’s silence with the promise of killing her daughter, Danlyra should she reveal the Baron’s actions to his daughter, Clys. Clys had displayed anger over what her father had done when the truth was exposed, but since then had produced little more than a shrug over the matter. Had Clys been angry that the Baron had claimed what was hers rather than be angry at what he’d done to Danlily and Danlyra? Was Clys only angry with someone playing with her toys but did she really care little for what harm was actually done to her toys? The seed of doubt grew stronger in Danlily’s mind and she felt in her heart that she was truly alone, alone in this big empty manor house with the monster that had inched his way closer to her until he was within charging distance.

Though Danlily had fretted over her age, the Baron was vastly older. Still that did not stop the old war horse from succeeding in closing the distance between them with lightning speed the way only a seasoned warrior can do. Danlily was trained with a bow and two-handed sword, neither of which she possessed at the moment. In her depression she’d left them in Clys’ suites in Undercity. Her unarmed skills were nil and her only protection lay in a thin blue gown trimmed in gold. Her agile reflexes were slowed with all her doubts and though she successfully sidestepped him, she could not scoot out of his grasp when he spun behind her. With one arm he claimed her arm and with another he claimed the forgotten vase and sent it crashing down on her head. Conscious but dazed, she was only semi-aware that he had dragged her to the long dining table’s narrower end. He picked Danlily up and slammed her to the table, smashing her head on the cloth covered wood, delicate plates now laying smashed and shattered under her body. She tried to roll away but the spinning in her head, the stars flashing in her vision as the Baron slammed a fist into her face and loosening one of her tiny tusks, it slowed her actions. She weakly tried to push him away and he easily grabbed both of her fists together and tied them tightly with one of the large linen napkins, the ornate ring that had held it making a sharp sound as it landed into the mirror in the direction he’d tossed it. The mirror on the wall cracked slowly, then ripped into a puzzle of shards held fast in the gilt frame. The Baron slammed a fist again into Danlily’s face as she struggled against him and the blow stilled her efficiently giving him time to rip away most of her blue silk gown. Through blurred vision and past unspent tears, Danlily could see dozens of reflections of herself in the broken mirror as the Baron took her violently as he gleefully roared and grunted at his triumph. All at once she could take no more. Her mind receded to a place where she would not know that her tears had started falling and mixed with the blood coming from her loosened tusk and where it pooled in her hair and under her head. She would not know that the broken china under her had ground under the skin of her back. She would not know that the wrinkles near her eyes were smoothed by the swelling of her bruised face. She would not know how long the Baron kept her there nor how many times he had taken her. The face that stared at the dozen reflected faces of herself in the shattered mirror could see nothing more at all.

[clys]

Clys wore a worried expression as she called out again for Danlily. It wasn't like Danlily not to respond. Clys strode purposely through their chambers, her exasperation growing.

"Where can she be? Something isn't right. Something's happened, or..."

Clys stopped when she reached their bedroom. Danlily's bow and sword stood propped against the wall, and Kittsu was asleep on the rug, but Danlily was nowhere to be seen. Had she gone out without her weapons, without Kittsu?

"Kittsu, wake up!" Clys said, shaking the cat with her hand.

Kittsu opened her eyes sleepily and looked at Clys.

"Where's Danlily?" Clys asked. "Did you see her go out?"

"No, Mistress," came the mental reply. "She did not tell me she was leaving."

The worry on Clys' face deepened. This was not good, not good at all. Danlily knew the dangers of travelling anywhere alone, and it was unlike her not to confide in Kittsu. Something was definitely amiss.

Clys' hands went to the hilt of her daggers, checking their placement unconsciously.

"I'm going to look for her, Kittsu. If she returns here, you come get me, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Maybe I should come with you?" Kittsu thought.

"No, you stay in case she returns. I will track her more easily without you."

The cheetah nodded her great feline head and sat up, stretching her long body. She watched as Clys faded into the shadows and left the room.

Danlily's trail was not hard to pick up. This was another cause for worry. It was clear that Danlily was making no attempt to be stealthy. Clys sighed, wondering, and followed the path that Danlily had taken. It soon became clear where it was leading, and Clys drew an angry breath.

"She's gone back to the manor. This is my fault. I should have acted sooner. I should have spoken to her of my plans," Clys muttered to herself as she quickly and silently followed the trail.

When she came to the manor grounds, Clys surveyed the area carefully. All appeared as she remembered it. Moving to the back, Clys easily scaled the wall, dropping without a sound onto a second story balcony. She peered in through the window before entering the ornate bedroom, and skirted the large poster bed, moving out into the shadowed hallway.

A sound reached her ears, the shattering of glass. She moved quickly toward the source of the sound, focusing her skills of stealth and subterfuge. As she entered the large room via a doorway at the very back, the sounds grew louder -- grunting, and an evil low chuckling, a voice she recognized as belonging to the Baron Nex'Cruor, her own father.

Clys saw them then, the Baron's back to her, his body thrusting as he clutched at someone who lay prone and subdued upon the table. Clys saw with her shadow vision the shards of glass strewn on the table and floor, and the shattered mirror. A scent came to her nostrils, the familiar fragrance of peaches and lilies and her lips curled back in a snarl. No! I could not be! But it was. He was doing it again, and it was her fault because she had allowed him to live. She had procrastinated, and here was the result. Her precious Danlily was on that table, being raped before her, and it was too late. Clys was too late.

With a cry of anger and pain, Clys leaped forward from the shadows, her twin daggers glinting in her hands. She drove the blades deep into the Baron's back, twisting and turning them, thrusting them forcefully up and into his body, slicing through his organs. The Baron's body shuddered once, and then slumped forward onto the unmoving body of Danlily beneath him. Clys grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him to the side, where he fell to the floor, his blood soaking into the carpet.

"Danlily!" Clys cried, placing her hands beneath Danlily's head and lifting it. Danlily's eyes were glazed, her expression blank. She did not respond in any way. Clys put her ear to Danlily's chest. Her heartbeat was strong, but nothing Clys did would rouse her from her stupor. Clys stroked Danlily's face, sobbing tearlessly.

"Oh gods, what have I done? Why did I wait?"

Clys lifted Danlily carefully in her arms and took her back to the bedroom. She lay Danlily on the soft mattress, face down, and proceeded to pick all the little glass shards out of her skin. Then she wrapped Danlily in the blanket from the bed, and hoisted Danlily over her shoulder. Not even trying to hide, she carried Danlily down the staircase and out of the manor, into the surrounding trees. There she stopped and adjusted Danlily's body across her shoulders. In a moment, they seemed to fade into the shadows, and Clys carried her all the way back to the Undercity. Danlily made no sound, and her eyes just stared, empty of all awareness.

Kittsu stood up, mewling pitifully as Clys walked in with Danlily over her shoulders. Clys gently placed Danlily on their bed, and Kittsu put her big paws up on the side. Tentatively she licked Danlily's cheek, but there was no response. Clys hastened to apply healing ointments and salves to Danlily's wounds, after first cleansing her body with moist towels. She poured a bit of some potion into Danlily's mouth, which Danlily swallowed without any response.

"She's alive, Kittsu. But she's been hurt, and not just her body. And it's all my fault. All my fault..."

Clys sank into a chair and stared in her vacant eyeless way at Danlily, whose body slowly relaxed into the softness of the bed. Little by little Danlily's breathing slowed and became regular, and she passed into a deep sleep. Clys remained in the chair, watching, and waiting.

[snake]

(( oh no! , even though your horde, lol, this is sad! clys! you better make sure she's ok! and if you need a little alliance help woopin some ass you know who to call =D))

[Danyxandra]

Danlily moved through the suites with a haunted stare, as though unable to focus on any object. She ate what was placed before her. She sat still when Kittsu brushed her hair. Her bruised body was healing well due to Clys’ masterful potions. Her eyes normally had glowed a bit due to her half Sin`dorei heritage, but now that glow was dimmed. Anyone not knowing she was half blood-elf wouldn’t even notice the difference. The only physical remains of her trauma that anyone might notice was that her tiny right tusk wiggled a bit when her tongue would catch on it when taking in food. She never winced with the pain during her recovery, never cried out, not once.

Time passed slowly. Clys was busy setting up meetings and would take Kittsu with her whenever she needed the nightelf druidess to interpret common for the Mistress. Danlily began caring for her own needs by herself with no more emotion than a mechanical object. When she was hungry, she ate. When she needed sleep, she slept. The rest of her time she spent just sitting in the dark, staring at nothing. She would respond now to simple questions with a nod. Clys and Kittsu could see that Danlily could reason, nod a yes or no to them so she understood when they asked her questions, though it was unclear how much of her mind remained intact. Whenever Clys asked Danlily how she felt about something, asking for any kind of opinion, Danlily would simply look past Clys, unfocused towards a wall or staring at nothing at all.

Thinking perhaps getting Danlily back into her old routine would help her, Clys took her to Winterspring. Danlily had always loved the snow. Clys put the bow, Mother, into Danlily’s hands and pointed to an owlbeast. Kittsu shifted into cheetah form and ran for the beast. Danlily notched an arrow to her bow and together the three of them hunted like old times, and yet Danlily no longer tried to see pretty shapes when the prey’s blood mixed in the snow. She no longer made Blooded Snow-Cones for them. She simply walked away and towards the next prey and began the same cycle of notching bows, bringing down victim, and moving on to the next with the same mechanical routine.

From Danlily’s point of view, she could understand them, hearing their thoughts in her head, but with her ears, all she heard was rushing wind. Mother still prattled on to her in her head but it was never about anything worth acknowledging. It wasn’t that she couldn’t answer. It was just that she simply didn’t care anymore. She didn’t care what anyone said. She didn’t care what anyone did. She just didn’t give a dead-gnome’s ass enough to even twitch a brow at any piece of conversation anyone had. It was all politics, or weather, or the war. None of it had any meaning any more to her. All the music that had sung within her had simply stopped playing and she no longer had any reason to dance.

It was a blindingly sunny day like any other in Orgrimmar. Hunting in Winterspring had gone on too late the night before so Clys took her women to stay in their Orgrimmar suites for the evening rather than traveling all the way back to Undercity. Standing at the window she took a deep breath and suddenly coughed as though the hot breeze was suddenly full of fumes from one of Vuudu’s culinary experiments. She turned away from the window and back into the room.

Clys, Kittsu and Mother were all asleep and silent. Danlily moved to the table and poured herself a glass of DeStrasza bloodwine, not seeing the mana sparkling with effervescence. She closed her eyes as she took a long drink, feeling the warmth spread from her stomach out to her limbs, the energy lifting the cells of her being as it fed the mana-addiction that came with being of Sin`dorei blood. As the mana reached a place just above her loins, Danlily furrowed her brows. She thought she heard a tinkling like the sound of a tiny wind chime. She exhaled and smoothed her face. It was her imagination. She was sure of it. She looked sideways over at Clys sleeping in the large bed. It would never do for Clys or anyone else to think Danlily heard voices. Why, people would think she was...crazy. She took another sip of wine. Again, the mana raced through her veins from fingertips to toes, and again, from deep within her abdomen between her naval and her sex she heard again a tinkling chime. No, it was a giggle, a giggle that tinkled like a tiny wind chime. Danlily’s hand moved to her belly. She felt a presence. It did not speak with words, but it spoke with music. Realization dawned on Danlily’s face as it drained of all its color. The wine glass slid from Danlily’s hand and shattered as it hit the marble floor.

[zamji]

((*Que dramatic music* This is about to get interesting :P ))

[Danyxandra]

She woke up listening to the heart beating loud in her ears. She squinted her closed eyes. Where was she? She moved her hand to her head and felt the slight resistance as her arm moved through fluid. Curious. Her other hand went to her chest and felt naked skin. Startled. Where are my breasts?!? She turned her upper body, felt something swish by her in the dark and reached out for it. It felt like a strange rope, knotty and warm, pulsing. She opened her eyes to only more darkness. She moved her mouth. She could breath, but this was not air. She moved both her hands to the rope and felt it for direction. Perhaps it would lead her out of this place. She griped each swollen knot and followed it as it curled around until it led…to her own abdomen. What the…she blinked in the darkness.

Slowly she explored her body. She scowled at realizing she had no teeth. Could she be some RAS experiment? No, there would be light so they could watch and examine her. A sound vibrated the place she floated within, it sounded like, like a voice. It sounded like…oh gods, it couldn’t be. She kicked a tiny foot, kicked out hard and heard the voice exclaim. She felt pressure on the wall she’d just kicked as though something outside was pushing her foot back from where it was intruding. She folded her tiny arms across her infantile chest and furrowed brows she had not yet grown and scowled even deeper.

This was not going to do. This was not going to do at all. Patience was never one of her strong points, even in the last life. Things were going to have to speed up a little bit. Let’s see…what was Danlily’s weakness? Oh yes…. music. The infant began to sing. In the song she began to weave….

[Danyxandra]

((Posts from Clys' thread, "It's a Girl" reposted here for continuity))
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((as posted by Clys:))

To all our friends and allies:

Clys and Danlily wish to announce the birth of Danlily's daughter (and Clys' half-sister), Tempyst. Mother and daughter are doing well, and will be staying together in seclusion for a while. The baby girl is healthy and happy, with green eyes and golden-reddish hair. She appears fully elven, with ears to die for, and a very spunky personality. Danlily reports that the child is always hungry.

Gifts may be sent to mother and daughter in care of Clys Nex'Cruor at The Immortalis.

((Letters of response from "It's a Girl" re-posted here, again, for continuity))

((From Lovely:))
Grats! Can I be the Godmother?

((From Chum:))
Is it not tempting to you being one of the Undead to eat the child? Elves to taste very sweet.

((From Lupa:))
Congradulations Danlily on the birth of your daughter.

Now, this certainly IS an unconventional family unit isn't it?

My worg, Tempest seemed to like the name when I told him. I advised him not to be too flattered. I doubt the imp was named after him.

Now, for a suitable gift... I do soo love shopping..


((From by Kurohane:))
A package arrives via goblin delievery addressed to Danlily. Inside is a purple blanket bearing the embroidered emblem of the Stormwind Orphange. The note is written in fluid Darnassian, but translated underneath by goblin hand.

Congratulations on your precious bundle. We hope this blanket protects your infant better than it did the last child it kept warm.

Love,
Kurohane and Alucian

((From Vilmah:))
A very crudely wooden carved pig has been sent to Danlily and her precious little baby, with a letter written in Orcish;

Congratulations! Miss Clys told me about the baby. I hope she's doing okay! I know she's probably supre cute! Hope she likes the pig!

Love
Vilmah

((Response by Danlily:))

Danily reads the note with the package from Kurohane aloud and cackles. "How lovely of Kurohane!" Tempyst opens her mouth and tries to imitate her mother, her cackle sounding more like a wicked kind of gurgling.

The gurgling turns to gnawing sounds and Danlily turns to find Tempyst chewing on the nose of the wooden carved pig sent by Vilmah. Examining the pig further, Danlily discovers Tempyst is leaving teeth marks.

"Hmm, you aren't supposed to be getting teeth in just a fortnight. I think we're going to wean you a bit early."

Danlily eyes the baby suspiciously before turning to write thank you notes.

[Danyxandra]

Danlily was bored. She was bored of being bored. Were she not already mostly insane, she’d have been driven mad by it. She felt as much maternal instinct towards her baby as she did towards her first child, Danlyra, which was nil. She blamed her lack of feelings for the child on the fact that she was a product of rape at the hands of Clys’ father. She also blamed it on the fact that this baby just wasn’t quite right. Tempyst wasn’t even a baby anymore. Just a few weeks after the infant’s birth, Tempyst had started crawling around like a much older baby. A week after that she was already a toddler walking around, teething and chewing on anything she could get her hands on to. Tempyst had chewed Danlily’s bow, Mother, to pieces. Danlily had to rescue the topknot of hair that had been attached to the bow; it was a large hank of hair taken from Lovely. There was virtually nothing left of the bow but the rescued top-knot of silver hair. Tempyst was devouring more than wooden bows as well. How the toddler had gotten the lock open to the lab was a mystery to her. She was too late catching the child before she’d drank a variety of solutions strangely arranged in a neat row of test tubes. It was strange in that Danlily didn’t remember putting those tubes in a neat row like that. It was also odd that when she first walked into the lab, Tempyst appeared to be pouring something from one tube into another as though she were purposely measuring two solutions together.

A week after that, the toddler was the size of a six year old with a full mouth of teeth that continued to devour food at an alarming rate, and now Tempyst had added books to her appetite. Not that she was eating the books -- she was reading them. To add to Danlily’s woes, she’d gone through three nannies. Each one had quit their employment running in screams peppered with words like “disappeared” and “knifed”. The last one left screaming calling the child “demon-spawn.” When Danlily would run to check on the child, she’d be quietly sitting innocently playing or reading, always with an angelic look to give her mother, and always looking a year older than she did the day before.

Since the lab incident, the child’s growth accelerated even further. As each day passed, the child’s body aged another year. Though born looking more like a bloodelf, and despite being full bloodelf from her sire and another quarter bloodelf from Danlily, the child who was 3/4 bloodelf and 1/4 troll started showing more and more trollish features as her growth took hold. Despite her chronological age, Tempyst’s body fast approached puberty and it was time to send for teachers to prepare her for a profession. It was suggested that the child had a natural gift for the roguish skills the way she kept disappearing from the house staff and getting into locked rooms she should not be in, and so the appropriate teachers were sent for. They reported to Danlily that her daughter did, indeed, have natural talents suited to roguish skills, though she was extremely clumsy at times. They attributed this to the unnaturally fast growth of the child and gave hope that she would gain more grace as she grew more accustomed to her body once it stopped growing, if it ever stopped growing.

Something the teachers were confounded by was that Tempyst could disappear with the greatest of ease in bright sunlight, but could not embrace the shadows. Other students learned to become one with the shadows, darkening themselves and sinking into their own shadows, their own shadows then melding with the shadows around them. Not Tempyst. She preferred to stand in the middle of blaring sunlight. Her gold hair would appear to vibrate and then meld with the rays, a shimmer would appear around her body. Her body would start to shine and fragment like light reflecting on shards of shattered glass. Her light would then meld with the sun's rays and suddenly she would be gone with no more than the sound tinkling glass. It was almost magical…but it was the closest thing to magic that Tempyst could manage. With no mana whatsoever to command, she had no hope of training in any other art. She was too small and light to make an effective warrioress, and following her mother’s footsteps as a hunter was entirely out. Except for a single hawk that Tempyst doted on, animals seemed to hate her as though they all knew she’d tortured more than a few in her very, very short childhood.

Finally the day came that both Danlily and Tempyst had been eagerly awaiting, the day Tempyst announced she was leaving their home in Quel’Thalas to strike out on her own. She promised to keep in touch, likely more to keep her ties to her inheritance than to keep any familial bonds. With no tears, no sad goodbyes, the day came. Tempyst quietly finished her breakfast, gathered her bag, said goodbye to Danlily. Stepping from the manor’s covered porch, she sauntered out into a bright sunny day and with a flash of light, she winked out of sight.

[Lovely]

((Its so cute when the kids grow up.....



...And kill people. hehe

Excellent as always!))

[Tillna]

((Troll elf...I must steal her....but, welcome to RP parent hood..>_< Kei is on that orad..very interesting when they find love..say that much..but yes, when they can fend for themselves, it is rather nice..heh))