Vengeance of Sweet Blood- The Scheme
Lightning tears through the velvety darkness with a deafening crack. Light dances with a blood red hue off of the black scales of the residing dragoness. Her form barely visible with each flash as she sits scheming in her nest deep within her lair. Memories of betrayal sting her psyche, tearing at the fabric that was her reality. She remains coiled, chewing on her tail in frustration, clinging to what strands of sanity she has left. Claw marks along her and the crystalline walls of her lair tell a tale of desperation and pain from the loss of the reality once held so dear.
She feels such a fool. How could she have been so delusional to have not seen what lie in front of her? How could she believe her life to have been so perfect that she had prepared for a clutch? How could she be so blind to his true feelings and falsely believe he was the mate she would die next to? If he demanded fidelity from her, why could he not give her the same? Around and around such thoughts circled her fragile mind trying to grasp at some fleeting sense of baring.
"Mistess?" A soft voice echoes from the entrance to her chamber. Her coil tightens in recognition of the voice. Visions rush into her already fragmented mind. The black and red hydra mating with the opalescent and rust coloured male who she once knew as her mate. Over and over flashes of the act accost her mind. Her talons claw at her flesh as her tail chewing becomes deliberate.
"Mistress, are you alright?" the voice pleads accompanied by a light touch. Her skin crawls at the touch. Her fiery eyes snaps open, filled with a glow of hatred. Her eyes focus on the black and red hydra betrayer. Eight onyx eyes meet her gaze, full of genuine concern. She huffs and turns away, closing her eyes again. One day she will reveal that she knows the acts of her treacherous student and unleash a vengeance so fierce that the Universe will tremble in fear. She bides her time, waiting, till just the right moment, when she discovers the method that will inflict the most pain. Oh yes, they will know her pain.
The student sulks and turns to head to her part of the lair. It is barely more than an antechamber, but it's cramped size is worth being so close to her teacher. Her eight appendages click along the stone flooring. A silvery spider web design sparkles from her black body as she enters her dimly lit chamber. Her delicate spider-like frame lowers gently into the web spun nest. She lays her two heads down with a sigh, "Do she know?" She sits worried for a second before recanting "I did no wrong, he was leaving her anyways," in an effort to shake off guilt. She settles in and drifts to sleep to visions of the strong male making her feel loved. Sleeping well for one who should be wracked with guilt.
"How could Widowah do that to me?" Kha'thiqa lays wondering. "I took her into my sect, my home and my kin. This is how she repays me?!" Kha'thiqa snorts black smoke and covers her head with a wing in an attempt to sleep. Day comes and wanes into darkness as the dragoness struggles to sleep if even for a moment. Just as the sun sank into the horizon she snaps into a creepy moment of clarity, a devious glint sparkles in her eyes. "They all have to die," she mutters, "slowly and in immense pain." She looks towards the direction of her student's chamber, "and she will help me."
Feeling a sense of calm she she adjusts to get comfortable and finally drifts to sleep. She is suddenly back a decade. Her and her mate are in a clearing, resting after a hunt. A large spider walks up to them, they take no heed of it. The spider begins to transform. She being a hydra while maintaining spider-like features. She has two heads, both containing four onyx eyes. One head begins read and fades to black. The other is solid black. Interwoven through out the length of her body, a web-like pattern of silvery strands glisten in the moon light. There is a red hourglass pattern on her underside. The two center legs turned upright with webs within them forming wing-like appendages. "Pardon me, magnificent dragons," She speaks surprisingly softly for having mandibles.
The pair awaken and look her over a moment, "What is it you seek shape-shifter?" Kha'thiqa inquires.
"I seek training mistress. I wish to learn the mysteries of the Universe from your kind." She replies with respect.
The male chuckles, "You think you have what it takes to learn the intricacies of magick we guard?" The hydra simply nods. He scoffs and continues, "you will swear complete fidelity to me." Kha'thiqa growls lowly. He looks then continues, "us... Whatever is commanded you will do without hesitation. You will adhere to our laws before all others. Can you live with those terms?" He sneers as he looms over the much smaller hydra.
She composes herself and responds respectfully, "I will do as I am instructed for the chance to learn under you two."
Kha'thiqa nods, "Then introductions are in order. I am Kha'hiqa and my mate is Draemae. You are?"
"I am Widowah mistress. I am honoured to meet you both." All nod in acknowledgment.
Fast forward a year. Widowah under goes her initiation rites. The ceremony is elaborate and beautiful. In the end she is embraced as a sister. No longer just a student within their sect, but now kin to them.
Kha'thiqa jolts awake in a near panic.. Surveying the still black lair she deduces that she had not been asleep long. She notices eyes in the corner of the grand chamber. She just blinks and hides her head again. Widowah approaches cautiously, "What is wrong m'lady?" she inquires, "Mistress, if you cannot confide in me, at least let me attend you." She pauses for a reaction before leaving to hunt down food for her mistress.