Caitiri Ethidric
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(6/2/03 5:42 pm)
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A Glimpse
[A repost from the other boards. I'm no writer, but I'll be typing up a few short stories that offer a 'glimpse' into Caitiri's life and personality. I hope you enjoy them.]
Madness
The diminutive norsewoman sat perched upon a soot encrusted stone as the fires of Muspelheim erupted all about her. She had been conducting her research here for weeks, studying the various climate conditions and species, her current subject being the Flaming Raukomaz. Caitiri had more than one bad run-in with the creatures, sporting a few claw marks and burns that she nursed, watching the fearsome creatures from her out-of-the-way position. A curious sight she saw as a hideous arachnid-like specimen scuttled towards her and began to inspect the stone she sat atop.
"Hello, little one.." she cooed, the long periods of isolation finally getting to her. The soot harvester paid her no mind, but moved closer, delighted at its find. Caitiri reached out and began to lightly stroke the creatures bulbous abdomen as she continued to speak, "What's that? Ye think I am beautiful? That is kinda of ye..several would agree." She glanced around suspicously. "But I shall let ye in on a secret..blood of the hill people, close relatives of the elves, runs in my veins. My ears are hardly pointed and they just attribute my angular features as a gift of beauty." She scowled at the arachnid then and hissed, "Traitor!? I am not..I'm not.. My family mingled with the hill people during the time of peace, it was all in good faith.. Now they are the enemy, and I must keep such thing to myself or be branded an outcast under pain of death. You won't tell anyone will you?"
She stared off into space for a long moment, the soot harvester squealed in delight at the mineral rich find, though Caitiri took that as an answer to her question. "It isn't hard to keep it to meself, a smile here, a spring in me step there and of course a 'Merry meet!' and they are happy. Not that I mind, I'd rather have them as friend than foe.. Though I'll not deny I've wondered what it would be like to live amongst my other kin..they'd accept me even less, the norse blood runs too thick in me." She growled at the harvester, "What do you know!? I am loyal.. I do not think I can trust you to keep quiet though.." The norsewoman clasped her hands between the creatures thorax and abdomen, lifting it from the ground as she rose to her feet.
Her hands constricted around the arachnid's "neck" and it shrieked in agony, a wave of darkness pulsing through it. "One day.." she said between clenched teeth, "I shall sit upon a throne made of mine enemies, guarded upon all sides by blades of reputation and no ones prejudice shall cast me out.. My heritage will no longer be a stain upon me..you shall be the first to feel my wrath!" The soot harvester shriveled in on itself, its lifeforce drained, and Caitiri's wounds mended, stitching themselves closed.
In the fires of Muspelheim, she giggled to herself..just a touch of madness plaguing her...
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