With your kiss my life begins. ~David Bowie It was cold, my bare skin bitten by the frigid wind howling around me as I lay on some cold rough slab. The only heat, the only warmth was the burn of the ropes into my arms and legs; the ropes that tied me down as I lay there - cold as the copse I was surely about to become. Through the haze of my mind I heard sounds through the wind, words shouted into the woeful wail of the gale around us, words calling to someone, or something, dy chlashtyn er my skyn ven er erreayrt er vonney er-e-son My eyes felt like lead, my limbs like granite and my mouth was dry, I would dared not have moved, even if I could. A sudden thundercrack rent the air, the blast reaching through my eyelids as the arc of light cleft through the sky. My nails dug tighter, tighter, I could feel them digging into my own flesh, the pain screaming up my arms when the voice cried again, gura mie ayd er naightyn mie ven er fuill ven er fanntagh And everything fell deathly silent. The winds fell away from my ears, the cold seemed to be a distant sensation; my body something apart, removed like a dream. I remember feeling a wetness at my neck, a faint pain, unlike anything before. Pain or pleasure? It was both; my failing senses roared through my mind like the thunder of a river, slowly I could feel my life draining away, my mind floating up, up and away from the shell of my body. A taste, something dripped onto my lips, into my dry, dead throat; a sweet taste, a sickly taste, the most divine ambrosia I have ever tasted; my mind fell crashing down to where my body was tied. My eyes opened, above me stood a woman, clad only in blue and brown markings across her nakedness; sigils, symbols and shapes painted a story across her body. failt ort inneen She said.
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