Username: Lokisaurus
Cat Name: Ygmirel (The Chained One)
Gender: Female
Rank: Accursed Den-mother (Prisoner)
Clan: The HavenAge: Older than time itself
Prompt:“Vesinir! Your battle is with me!”Vesinir turned his great starry gaze towards the former Aesir and the chill of his aura washed over Ygmirel, as fierce and as harsh as the waves of the Abyss. Ygmirel could feel the ends of her whiskers freezing over from the Aesir’s presence, she could feel every muscle in her body begin to bunch, screaming to run now that she was faced with the embodiment of Fear itself, but she held firm and glared back at the Aesir that was once her brother.
“I tore this realm from the Ethereal Plains, I wove tendrils of Aesir stars to bring it into existence. I rallied my men against the might of the Aesir. All that I am willing to repay, but leave my people out of these quarrels. They deserve peace.”Vesinir’s cold, star-lit stare was unreadable. His aura pulsed in a steady rhythm, in time with Ygmirel’s heartbeat.
Thump-thump-thump, said her heart in her chest.
Run-run-run! But she could not run. She could not turn away, not when her people depended on her to keep them safe of the wrath of the Aesir.
“Take me.” Ygmirel pleaded up at the great face of the man that had been her brother. Before the war. Before the scourge.
“Take me in their stead, just let them be. You owe that to me, Vesinir. You owe me.”Vesinir’s swirling mane slowed, shifted course, swirled another way, then another. He was thinking. Ygmirel waited, her breath caught in her throat. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Vesinir closed his cold eyes. The fear that had taken hold of her body began to dissipate and it was only then that she noticed that she had been grinding her teeth together to keep from screaming.
“Very well.” Vesinir’s voice echoed in the void, impossible, but immutable.
“Your life will be your debt, your blood will be your oath.” His great, swirling mane enveloped her, sending her spiraling into the great inky blackness of the void once more…
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Water. The first thing she registered was water. Ygmirel opened her starry eyes and looked up, though she could not see much. Dark and dim and quiet, the Abyss surrounded her completely and totally. Bubbles formed in front of her with every breath. She shifted, hoping to sit up, but something cold kept her down. Chains, she realized, star-studded chains and ties, made of the same ethereal matter that she had weaved the Haven from. Vesinir's version of a joke. She would be chained to the bottom of the Abyss from the same matter that she had carved her freedom from. In another age, she would have laughed, now, she could only stare up into the great darkness of the Abyss and hope that her sacrifice had indeed saved her people, hope that it had given them the freedom that they had earned... the freedom she had wished for herself, the freedom that they deserved.