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[Ditto Armunn]

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Part One:

Another moonlit sky shown down upon the Deamon's Chamber of Armunn Keep and found Ditto pacing nervously back and forth, wringing her hands.
Galnor stood nearby, calmly preparing for the ceremony soon approaching. The position of the moon and the stars were their guide this night. Mumbling and sighing, the Dark Lady was tense and excited. Many emotions ran through her, and, as much as she loved her husband and wanted him home, she couldn't help but feel gut wrenching guilt at what was about to occur. Tinkerbelle. Her fun friend at parties would be sacrificed to bring Tarothin back to this realm IF they succeeded. She tried getting her mind off this thought. She had to be clear of mind. HAD to be. She looked up at the sky for what seemed like the hundredth time. Not yet time. Then glanced over at Galnor, who was calm as could be, as was his way. He was use to her nervous excitement by now and so easily ignored it. She let her mind rest on him instead of Tink. She loved Galnor very much. He was a mentor at times. Advisor. Healer. But also her friend. He knew her better than most. He knew her chaotic nature but also realised she was neither of goodness nor evil. Ditto smiled warmly as she watched him prepare. She so admired and respected him.
Absentmindedly this time, she looked to the sky once more and saw that it was time to gather everyone to the chamber. Turning, she notified Galnor and left the chamber.

The Dark Order was assembled.
The summoning circles etched out in blood with the tall dragon's bane candles held in place with skulls around the outside most circle.
Ditto closed her eyes in quiet meditation but not before wondering if they used too much blood.
Before she could concentrate fully, the sharp loud sound of a slap echoed in the room and she opened her eyes momentarily, keeping in check a sudden flash of tiny fangs as she snapped sternly at her brother. "Hit her again and I'll turn ya into a chicken."
Her eyes caught sight of Tinkerbelle's tears, thankfully her Melnibonean meditation took the edge off the sympathy she felt. She spoke calmly to Tinkerbelle and requested her to be quiet, but this only seemed to make her cry louder and it pulled at Ditto's heartstrings. Breathing in, she summoned all of her inner strength and let her self drift into a semi trance like state. She was unaware that her eyes, including her pupils, dimly glowed a white tint.

It seemed as though she was observing herself instead of taking part. Her body moved around the circle, while her mind commanded her hand to etch the runes and all the while, hearing herself chanting. Dimly was she aware of Galnor's actions. His spreading of the smoke.....Lost within herself, she stepped up close to the circle and with a fingernail, slit her own wrist to hold it high above, allowing the blood to mix with that of the circle's. The last word of the chant was said firmly and she nodded to Galnor.
The Lord Bloodmoon stepped in, taking Tinkerbelle by the shoulder, he raised the Dagger of Vermoddun high to plunge it deep into the sacrifice's chest.
Ditto suddenly felt faint, not over her friend's death, but more so as a feeling of being pulled suddenly, but, holding herself steady she began to walk backwards....backwards around the summoning circle. She wasnt even aware that she was saying it and yet she began shouting loudly and strongly the true name of the deamon that was fused with Tarothin.

A rush of what could only be described as electrifiyingly evil power overwhelmed her senses suddenly, bringing her back into herself. Dazed, she looked up and there saw the eyes of the beast......
And it Roared out it's entrance into the world. The sound reverberating against the stone walls and echoing back thunderously.

Was she dreaming? She stood, in shock and then extreme happiness and love for him shot through her like a bolt and she was overcome. Forgetting herself and what was taking place...she lunged forward quickly toward Tarothin's enormous, massive arms. In her hastiness, her foot fell against one of the candles and knocked it over, where it rolled sideways, marring the circle of blood.
She went to hold onto him but he seemed not to even notice her touch, and when she looked upward into his face he bent his down to look into hers and smiled.....no....it was not his true smile...it was his mean, cold, snarly smile......directed at her. He was acting....oddly. He was talking, no shouting? He seemed so extremely angry. But....why?

"Tarothin?....."

He shouted out at them and then spoke to himself quite strangely. She began to understand that he thought he was dreaming. That he was not really here and that it was some sort of trick of the wraiths. For the first time, Ditto realised that this was a dangerous situation for her. In his right state of mind she knew that he'd never harm her, but she knew this was NOT his right state of mind. She took a step backwards out of the circle to protect herself, unaware that the circle of protection was broken by the candle. His deamon head turned toward her at her movement and he snarled a smile again, still speaking as though he was being tricked and that none of them were real. As angry as he was he also seemed pleased about something.

She was still so very confused. She tried to listen as he spoke and as others spoke to him quickly. Trying to convince him of his reality. The feeling in the room had gotten very tense. Fear and nervousness was everywhere. Everywhere except for Tarothin.....where there seemed to be only anger....barely controlled rage that she sensed was building within him. And he had targets to vent on. Too many targets.
Instinctively, she stepped forward in an attempt to calm the beast that was her husband. She began to reason with him as was her way and as she had in the past, and each time she had succeeded. But this time, expecting his eyes to lock with hers and soften......the response she recieved was his drool trickling down his chin and some of it slipping onto her arm as she reached up to him.
She pulled her arm back away, hearing the beast's shouting anger and her family's shouting back...to be heard...trying despretly to reason with him. It took only a second for her to realise he was beyond reason yet in that same second, too late to cry out a warning to her brothers and sisters......the beast attacked with swiftness in his blood lust.

His first victim was his wife. And she cried out when she felt his sharp, powerful claws ripping into her. Her frame, so small next to his, it took only the blink of a moment and she dropped like a brick to the floor.

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The Dark Lady, Ditto Armunn, D|O -(hawk# 232286048 )
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Quote: "Oh Great! First I get stabbed and now I'm bleeding!" - Ditto
[quote="Tarothin Armunn"]I know and I have mood swings like a pregnant woman at times. :/ I'm very random.[/quote]

[Tarothin Armunn]

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Damn my regeneration to keep me in suffering all these years second after second. Damn the burning cold of the darkness that surrounded me ripping my flesh from me only to have it continuously heal. Damn the wraiths and my torment.

The pain I suffered for so long, that had become my existance, suddenly stopped as a moments of peace decended upon me. I thought my flesh had finally been torn away completely and that I had finally passed on in life

It was then that I heard my name being said by a womans voice. A voice all to familiar...

It was then that my rage started to build as another nightmare came to haunt me.

Opening my eyes to see the newest scenerio to be played out by my memories...by those damn wraiths...

My rage continued to grow as the false images danced infront of my eyes. My memories must be warped now, for things appear that I have no recolition of happening. I was in my keep...but I was not...A feeling that it was mine yet different... Ditto once again like many times over in these played out scenes rushed over to me.

And so another begins...Glancing around I saw uniforms that marked my soldiers...faces that have appeared many times before in other dreams were not here... Mairsil was though... I inwardly chuckled that many faces that I usually see were not there...Perhaps I finally destoryed those images for good...

Ahh, how many ways have I killed them all...how many ways must I before I am free from knowing I could do nothing to stop them from being doomed...

"How many times must you haunt me so, wraiths?"

They speak but I do not listen. They are only more images that I must constantly strike from my mind.

I embraced the rage further. The rage is what keeps me going on fighting the darkness and these wraiths...How weary I grow of gaining no rest in my existance... only that of a desire to destroy that which toys with me.

I looked down at Ditto's image again and decided that I will in this scenerio strike her down first again... always do I switch up the order and the way in which I do so as to not have the same play play out over and over...

"I shall start with you my love."

As always it did not take long before the image fell to my claws. I could not fully see which one I struck next, swinging wildly at images not caring for they will all fall eventually...

The pain is tearing through me again and I smiled to have my now old friend be with me... and then I saw the darkness again...

When I awoke, I was in the circle again with a few images from before...

How long will this scenerio play out?

It was then when I tried to destroy the nearest one that I noticed I could not move... My memory then caught the meaning of the circle and I inwardly laughed... The wraiths are getting better on their taunting... This was defintely a first... How clever they have gotten. A new tactic I suppose?

The images talked to me and the image of Galnor was there. This is real Tarothin, this is real, they say. They are tricky they are... As I spoke to them my mind was telling me to do a new tactic as well... Grinning at what may lay ahead. Been a while since I played a game...

Talking to the images, I told them that this scenerio amuses me for there are things different and I shall see where this goes. I shall see where it goes...and make up my mind if I should destroy them or not.

Tricky the wraiths are... but, the differences may spark something that I had given up on a long time ago...

What if I thought as closing my eyes to take in the peace from the pain so as to finally get some rest...

[Ditto Armunn]

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Ditto's mind ran thick with dreams inside dreams. Flashing images brought on from fever and the events of the summoning. Coming back into consciousness, in her half asleep, half awake state, she saw Tarothin's dark grin of evil and her eyes opened suddenly.
A sharp intense pain seared all through her body, coming from the side of her abdomen. She shifted and tried to sit up to see the reason of the pain but was too weak to do little more than half lift her head.
Memories of what had transpired rushed to her and slowly she realised the summoning had succeeded. Tarothin, her heart, was home.
She tried not to move too much, but had to find out where she was, because she could tell this was not her firm bed. Turning her head, she peered as hard as she could into the darkness and saw....a stone wall. On the other side she could make out two single candles that seemed to be on the ground. Sniffing the air slightly, Ditto noticed the heavy scent of blood and incense, and then her ears heard a familiar sound. One she hadn't heard other than in her dreams for many years....Tarothin breathing in deep sleep. The type of sleep he had after a long hard battle.
It sounded as though he were across the room but this was surprising to her. Maybe she was dreaming again. Although she could feel their bond strong within her, she had no sense that he was this near. It hit her then that when he'd been summoned it had been the same even then. Was this resting deamon truely her husband? Or had she somehow summoned the wrong one. Surely her bond would give her the sense to know, but, it failed her. Only the feeling that he was alive...somewhere.....beat in her heart. Something had changed if this really was Tarothin. Possibly not ony was his mind out of sorts, but perhaps he himself.
He sounded so tired in his sleep and she wished to wake him to look into his eyes to confirm it was him, but....there was time for that, and even she knew that she was in no condition to even sit up, much less walk to him. She would wait. But, at least he was home with them.....perhaps.
In a half moan of discomfort and half relieved sigh for the resting deamon, she closed her eyes to drift back into her own sleep.

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The Dark Lady, Ditto Armunn, D|O -(hawk# 232286048 )
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Quote: "Oh Great! First I get stabbed and now I'm bleeding!" - Ditto
[quote="Tarothin Armunn"]I know and I have mood swings like a pregnant woman at times. :/ I'm very random.[/quote]