"Whuzzat? Lord...! A-"
The goblin's plea was cut short by a snap, his body crumbling down into a pile of soon-decaying flesh, his inner being consumed. The shadow moved through the old city, and with it's arrival a choir of confused and afraid shouts would sound. Cattle, that is what they were to it. Bred only for its consumption, to grow its power, so it could fulfill its purpose.
With each mind that broke under its pressure, the Unseen being could feel its lost strength returning. They nourished it, as lord Sauron commanded it be made.
Bodies, so many bodies, visible to the regular eye unlike their predator. As it came to the Gate once more, the cultists still lie in flame as their innards were consumed by unnatural fire placed there by it. Oh such glorious deaths they died, such raw vigour they provided to its flame. Though among them it noticed an oddity. Moving closer to the bloodied silver upon the ground, it soon was faced with the body of an elf.
Her body was battered and broken, inside and out - a lifeless husk. It observed her deformed face, finding itself mesmerized by her existence. Something... something attracted it to her. Yes, yes! The dark, that is what it was. Unnoticed to the living, yet clear as day to the Unseen as our wraith, lie a horrific void, still raw and bleeding as the shadow crept out from all sides.
But the being, it knew this body, it knew this void, it knew this feeling. It was its body. Her body.
Animating a corpse had not been easy for it- her in quite some time. In years past she remembered being revered - and dreaded - for her necromancy, her strength fueled by the will of her Lord and maintained by the sacrifice of many Orc and Men. But this body was made just for her. A gift for obedience, that is what it was; the body begotten by the Elves she called Mother and Father, now a vile mockery of its former history as the concept of her original self had ebbed away into the nothingness beyond her death.
A spark, then a surge, as the body generated its first heartbeat since she abandoned it for carnage. As blood began to steadily pump back through her veins, a first gasp of air became possible. The static began to fade as more and more of her body returned to its undead state, muscles tensing and releasing at her awakening. The blur in her eyes made way for the sight of the stars above Fornost, and her head rose.
"Father?"
"Yes, my love?"
Ele-naER-GIra-NUM-ARI-ku-NITH-Ardh turned her head to look at her Father, sitting beside her looking at the stars. Her voice sounded, yet her mouth did not move, as she asked: "Can we also see the stars in Valinor?"
A heartly laugh escaped his lips as he
"Gi-Zub-NA-ri-MENE-ardH!"
She turned her head to look to the other side, where the figure of an orc cowered before her.
"I... I swears I didn't do it! Why're you lookin-- AARGH!"
A dark bile forced itself through the orifices of the orcs head, a wave of ecstacy washing over his entire being as he felt its existence dissolve into his. Power nurtured, he climbed onto all fours and
the soft hands of a woman rested upon his shoulders, a warm smile on her perfect lips.
"Zub-Na-DH-ARI-kUn-ITH?"
His eyes turned to look up at her, only to find himself looking down into hers.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked with a giggle, hands moving up to the back of his neck. He grinned back as
The great weight of chains was thrust upon her scruff, almost causing her to buckle under the weight as she failed to stand up. Tension rose in her shoulders as the thrill of the coming hunt increased rapidly, her brethren howling and snapping at each other in NaeRN-aRI-Elu
Wobbling on her feet, she glanced over at the charred corpses around her. The scent of roasted meat remained heavy in the air, making her mouth water as she pulled the blade from her abdomen, turning to the bodies as
She sat on her knees beside the young ranger's body, his innards laid bare before her as she reached inside, ZUBAR-NAER-NUMENE-ITH-ARDHARI -te, then more, as she consumed her freshly caught treat. What a fool he was to
Drautran's nickering broke through her occupied thoughts. The stallion slinked closer, offering his neck in support as she stood up from the riverbank. In one swift motion she slung one of her legs over his back, soon sitting upon him without saddle or bridle. She steered his
GiraK-ARI-ZU-NITH-naER-ri slumped forward in the horse's saddle as it trotted away from the ruins of Fornost, a hand pressed upon her injury as she
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