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 Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:32 pm
After quite the conversation, Abeni was respectful of Marik and allowed the male to have some time for himself. For having been taken captive, the male understood that he was treated rather well. Perhaps he had been too hard on Abeni those past few days? Perhaps he was looking at things in entirely the wrong light. Abeni had spoken to him as though he was a God, powerful and sent to her on the condition that she cared for him and trained him as a warrior. Abeni had the upper hand on Marik, but it seemed it was he who was more valuable at the moment. Whatever it was that had inspired Abeni to care for him seemed to be something she looked up towards and obeyed.
Despite his various thoughts, Marik still found himself unable to swallow the idea that inside him resided a powerful demon, hungry for power and knowledge. Just how would he know if what she said was true? How did Abeni believe in something where no proof could be seen? Marik dwelled on these ideas for an entire week before finally decided it was time that he spoke to Abeni again.
Padding towards the sacred pools she often prayed near, Marik cleared his throat, making his presense known.
Abeni was at her usual place at the top of the steaming pools, where it was hottest and more dense. It was no wonder she was constantly in a trance like state when she was up here. The heat was enough to make someone have a stroke or pass out after a prolonged exposure. Mix that with the fact that her visions were much more potent around intense heat... It was a mind blowing experience for her. She saw vision after vision, though most of the time it didn't make sense to her... It seemed like that black cat roamed through most of her dreams. Taunting her, morphing into a black smoldering lion when she had her back turned. She could never quite reach him, always running and searching through twisted and blood-soaked landscapes.
When Marik cleared his throat, her eyes snapped open wider. They were clouded over, but slowly she breathed quicker and came back to conciousness. Her face turned towards him almost weakly, eyes now normal and half lidded.
"Yes?" She muttered after a moment, still in somewhat of a daze
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:34 pm
Due to respect for the priestess' own personal space as well as his own discomfort, Marik did not often venture to the steaming area in which she meditated. It seemed after so many days without speaking to one another, however, that it was the time to put his discomfort aside. Once he had cleared his throat, Marik shifted where he stood, trying to review his thoughts in preparation for the conversation that was to come. There was so much on his mind he couldn't quite grasp just where to begin. Would Abeni be disappointed or angered by the time that came between their discussions?
As Abeni slowly turned to look at him, Marik felt his stature slink lower. The priestess' glazed expression gave her a rather eerie look. Her words seemed to slip from her maw without thought and though Marik hesitated, he quickly filled the silence. The male's thoughts seemed to dissipate amongst the steam and his mind appeared clear for a moment. What he said next were not his original thoughts nor what he had planned.
"I have come to speak to you. To... accept my fate."
The priestess blinked slowly, her attention quickly focusing on him. She stepped out of the swirling steam and approached him, almost looking cautious. Had he truely...? She was almost afraid to get her hopes up.
"Accept your fate?" She said softly, hopefully. She stepped closer, until her nose was only a foot or less away from his. "Have you really..? You accept yourself as a demon?" Her eyes widdened slightly, the mists almost seeming to swirl within them for a moment. Would the black cat finally change for good?
Marik hesitated once again, reviewing the words that he hadn't planned to say. They had slipped out of him, as though someone else had been waiting to say them all along. The way Abeni seemed to perk with interest caught the male off guard. He wouldn't say she appeared happy, but for the first time since their meeting she seemed accomplished or relieved. A part of Marik wanted to simply go along with whatever he had said and explain to her that he had no doubts just for the opportunity to return a fraction of the happiness she had given him. He found his reluctance and doubts resurfacing as he continued to think over what he was saying.
"I..." He began. I am not sure, he thought. But I am. echoed a second voice in the back of his mind. Marik stood, silently arguing with a voice inside his own head. Marik tried to rationalise his internal argument and took a few steps back towards the opening of the den. The heat must have been too much. He felt his fur cling to his body as it grew damp from the steam. His mind felt cloudy and he had difficulty catching his breath. In the midst of his discomfort, however, he had never felt so alive.
Abeni spoke the word 'demon' and Marik felt his mind try and tear him away. It was madness! He went to take another step back, but something kept him exactly where he was. Something inside him seemed to be growing and filling each doubt and fear he had with certainty.
For the first time in his life - Marik was not in control. "I have."
Abeni frowned again, her excitement quickly fading away. She didn't move. She move to follow him, or reach out to him... she just watched with the ever present frown.
Something... wasn't right. She wanted so badly to believe him, but even as he admited he was a demon, he seemed so unsure... Finally she stepped closer, ears laying flat. Her necklaces jingled together as she moved, the sound carrying heavily through the thick, moist air.
"You don't sound sure, Marik..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:35 pm
Marik felt a sudden shift of control as he struggled to regain himself. He watched as Abeni's ears lowered and her excitement slowly faded. He felt dissapointed with himself and frightened as to just what might happen if things did not go as the priestess desired. He begged and pleaded with himself as he tried to figure things out quickly. Why did it seem as though one moment everything was clear and the next things were clouded?
Abeni's voice seemed to trigger something inside him again and suddenly his stature was tall and his form proud. He was two beings in one body fighting one another in order to determine just whom would remain in control. "I am certain." He said, voice loud and clear. The being that spoke did not lie. It was certain of just what hid beneath the lion skin facade.
As though drowning in himself, Marik resurfaced, eyes wide and fearful. "Abeni...." His voice was weak, "Please tell me what is going on... what is this inside me?" Marik wondered if his two pieces of his whole were his inability to believe such elaborate stories and his desire to follow the priestess' direction. He felt torn as a new part of himself emerged from the depths. Was it his conscious or truly a demon?
What Marik knew now, however, was that there was something more inside him.
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