nimblest: (distal.)
ivriss | the dark urge ([personal profile] nimblest) wrote in [community profile] inkwreaths2024-01-21 01:30 pm

down, down by the river

[In the Underdark, survival is all that matters. Bloody conflicts are all the surface-dwellers know about the lands below. It is what defines their interactions with the races living underground. Nobody pays attention to the reports of desiccated drow. Their deaths may have been gruesome and unusual, even by the Underdark's standards-

(-heads scalped, skin peeled off to reveal bloodied strips of bloody bone to form frightening symbols no one understood, staked to the ground, and even that was not enough, her fingers still twitched-)

-but violence was expected. Violence was daily. Those who didn't know what to look for simply shrugged and went about their way.

Those wiser can smell the stink of Bhaal.

Deep, deep in the twisting and fungal tunnels, a shade watches. She remains still as stone, her blackened gaze following all who come and go. There is someone new who's arrived. Someone who carries the same scent as she does, setting her blood aflame, making her chest ache so badly with the desire to plunge and tear and rip and-

No. She is going to wait. Wait and see. She is going to follow, and she is going to measure the worth of this newcomer.

Perhaps- just perhaps-]
abhorrently: (chord.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-01-21 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's been a while since she's been here. years, actually. she fingers the token the myconids had given her, since she had been returning to their colony first and then heading onwards. compared to the first time she remembers coming down, there's more room to admire the beauty of it all. the elegance of the life there, how even a corpse becomes honored.

but she's not chasing old friends. she's tracking, as she had resolved to do when the immediate problem ended. her Lord had closed his eyes and granted his blessing when she had explained her plans, and she believed she had seen a smile on his lips. now, she hunts. speaks to corpses and lets their last words guide her, the surface dweller who is searching for something she only hints at.

it's at a certain place that she stops, somewhere more obscure and out of the way. the perfect spot to surprise someone with a knife in the throat, and Fever gazes out at the view from where she is. the shadows, the bioluminescence, the rock and what life endures despite. and then, she speaks.]


I know when I'm being watched. You might as well not hide.

[confidence in her movements, in her voice. she fears nothing down here - not the creatures, not the environment, not a blood-kin who sticks to shadows.]
abhorrently: (dawn.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-01-22 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[no response. she could have predicted that, brain rotted even as she is. but her staff remains holstered, spells quiet.]

Ivriss. Took me a while to get your name out of someone, did you know?

[even calmly spoken, the words seem louder in this hush. she tracks, in her mind, where the other is. has her shield spell ready, should the woman startle.]

They don't understand why I'd come all this way to meet you. But meet you I must, and will. That's why we're here.
abhorrently: (consider.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-01-22 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Someone who used to live in your community. Someone who remembers before.

[words are good. words are progress, and the faint smile on her face is something audible.]

And it's only polite I give you my name back. It's Fever.
abhorrently: (sort.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-01-22 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
I have no intention of taking you. I came because I want to know you.

[that's really it. should her blood-kin be corrupt, she'll cut them down, refuse to let another Orin rise. but those living, struggling perhaps, but still attempting to exist? her life is now longer. she can take the time to meet them properly.]

What would help you trust me?
abhorrently: (bargain.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-01-22 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Alright then.

[she nods to convey her assent, and focuses on the presence. walking with Ivriss would be a test of her own skills, to keep the woman in her perception the entire time, but she'll rise to it.

hunting as well implies staying quiet. stealthy. she'll take care to step softly, moving with caution through the place - there would be no progress if she chased off whatever Ivriss is hunting for real.]
abhorrently: (counter.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-01-23 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[they travel in silence, and Fever needs to focus all she can on staying steady, on following Ivriss's presence. still, she keeps up, determined as anything, taking note of the drow signs left behind, trying to stay vigilant in case anything or anyone was to descend. and so when the command to be still occurs, she obeys, almost startled by a voice after so much quiet.

her fingers twitch, but she doesn't unholster her staff. not yet.]
abhorrently: (step.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-01-25 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[very slowly, remaining quiet, Fever unholsters her staff from her back. the creature comes closer, closer - but this is Ivriss's prey.

and there's a subtle change over Fever, at the idea of fighting again. a readiness, a drive, a coiled spring of tension that's about to burst forth. the air is thick, charged like the pressure of an oncoming storm, but she waits.

because she can, now. she can wait, she can behave herself without agony.]
abhorrently: (toxic.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-01-28 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[it fights, it howls - and the longing for blood springs forth from the chest she had it contained in. the storm responds to her thoughts, a sphere of lightning making her eyes glow and hurled at the drider, arcing across its flesh in what is surely agony. she does not hesitate when she feels the magic licking at her limbs, and flies forward with her staff, aiming to swing its weight into somewhere soft and vulnerable.

death. death. death. it's a drumbeat in her head, mirroring her heart.

the only question is how quickly this one succumbs.]