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[vampire-moon]

InkTomber 2020

9. Transformation

Ink: Fine Liner Pens

Who could forget the horrific transformation of Boaz in Tomb Raider - The Angel of Darkness? O_0

[alexandrialacoria]

Flowers in the Snow

Her nightmares had finally given way to a happier memory. No longer was she trapped in the Maguuma Jungle with her dying student, now it was the familiar surroundings of Lornar’s Pass and the snowy hills that led to the Priory.

“It’s sort of like having children of my own,” it was strange to hear her own voice. It seemed distant, different, but it was still hers. Looking out across the white expanse, dotted here and there with the occasional tree, she kept her eyes peeled for minotaurs who frequented the region. Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled at the two Sylvari coming up behind her.

Nepilim, bundled in her heavy furs still shone as brightly as her covered leaves, her bubbly personality uncontainable. Atop her head rode Splurf, the little air elemental that Alexandria had insisted her first student keep conjured at all times for the sake of regulating some of the Sylvari’s seemingly limitless magical energy. Her arm was hooked in the arm of her fellow Sylvari and Alexandria’s second student.

Tacita, the more serious of the two, but no less curious about the world that she had been born into glanced about, still getting used to the strange white thing known as snow. The silly sapling had trekked to the Priory to find Alexandria in nothing but leaves, and had she been any other race would have likely been suffering frostbite. Her golden eyes shone with wonder, and she seemed more comfortable now that she was in more appropriate clothes, heavier robes to fight off the cold.

“Keep an eye out for Minotaurs you two, okay?”

“Yes Master!” Both of the young saplings replied happily to Alexandria, and her heart filled with joy and pride. Perhaps it was that love, that longing for that day to have never ended, that froze that image in her mind. Seeing the two of them together, Nepilim the vibrant wildflower and her sister Tacita the emerald swamp flower; that was the memory she wanted to keep, to cling to.

 Tietra LaCoria sat watching over her broken daughter, her mind and her heart both so close to the edge of breaking as well. But she would stay strong as she always had for her shining light. Holding Alexandria’s hand she saw the tears begin to stream from the sleeping woman’s eyes, and the smile that came to her lips. “Find happy memories my Alexandria, hold on to them for her and for you.”

[alexandrialacoria]

When Winter Dawns, My Flowers Fade

Her mind was as damaged as her body was; her thoughts jumbled and half complete, repeating over and over again. One moment she was forced to relive Tacita’s death, watching the mutated form of her former student clutching at her sliced throat, wailing that she was dying, begging her Master for help.

Going dark momentarily, her mind then played through every possible outcome of Nepilim’s reaction to the news. Her other beloved student, the Sylvari that had been there the moment Tacita had awoken, guided her into life and eventually to Alexandria for learning. In one outcome, she watched Nepilim fall into the same crushing despair that she was; another saw her attacking Alexandria in rage for failing to protect her sister.

Again, the thought scattered, leaving her in crippling darkness before she saw Minthe. Her wife, standing there with the dagger in her hand, looking coldly upon the twisted form that she still dared call sister. No words came from her moving mouth, but even she faded into Mist, and Alexandria felt her stomach tighten painfully.

Crying out in pain, she woke up, still lying on the table in her room. Nausea overwhelmed her, and reaching out with her right arm she barely pulled the bucket close enough in time to retch into it. Shaking, she focused on the pain in her shoulder, it wasn’t as bad, but she could still feel the rent and stitched flesh pulling and tugging as she moved.

It was her legs that were the worst. Below her knee, she could barely feel anything, but what she could feel was enough to cause her to retch again, whimpering as only bile and a bit of omnomberry juice from the previous day came up. Adriwyn had told her that her legs were as shredded as her trousers had been, and by the tone in her voice she wondered if they were even still there. Did it matter? Dizziness and despair overcame her and she lowered her head down onto the rolled up blanket that served as her pillow, clutching the bucket tightly in her right arm.

In life, Mordremoth had threatened to take her wife from her. In death, he stole all the flowers in her life. Tacita was dead, and Nepilim would never be able to look at her again, much like she knew she would never be able to look at Minthe without seeing Tacita dying. Consciousness abandoned her again, sending her back into her nightmares, the hopeless abyss of loss.

[alexandrialacoria]

Scion 43 1327 AE (WARNING: Dragon's Reach Part 2 Spoilers.)

Alexandria finished writing her letter, as she lounged in the brass tub that Mirex had conjured for her.

Renita,

I saw Leonarda at the Grove, she is just fine as I and Nepilim are. When we parted she was going to look for Minthe, but I’m sure that she’s fine as well.

I’m sure by now you’ve heard about what unfolded at the Grove and most of its probably true. According to the Mother Tree the Lieutenant of Mordremoth that attacked was the same one that had been encroaching on the Dream early last year. Anyway, Leonarda wanted you to get ahold of her and the others, they’re worried because they haven’t heard from you recently.

Love, Alexandria

P.S. I know why you didn’t want me to meet her now. She’s gorgeous and feisty.

Folding the letter into her usual bird, she sent it on its way, then sighed, laying back in the tub. Her thoughts went back to Nepilim. As long as she had known her sapling apprentice, the little shrub had always been chipper, never once showing the capability of anger. But, when she had left for the Priory after we had aided the wounded, her rage was undeniable.

Though Mirex hated it when she was gone too long, or too frequently, she knew that she needed to inform Cristian of what had happened and then return to the Priory. Not only would she be needed for the Magister’s Summit, but she didn’t want to leave Nepilim alone too long.

[mandapandaofteamtwo]

Headcanon: Sugar

Though as a Nepilim, Amanda’s body will heal on it’s own, wether it has to regenerate after dying momentarily or just patching it’s self up or regrowing parts, her body still needs help. Her main help is sugar: cake, cupcakes, syrup, ice-cream straight up sugar, whatever it is about it seems to be the best in kick starting her system into healing. Though she tends to have a really hard sugar crash afterwords leaving her out a couple hours.