Danse Macabre

Posted on 10 Oct 2014 @ 6:34pm by Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim

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Mission: Episode 06 - Legend of Souls
Location: USS Galileo: Deck 7 Arboretum
Timeline: MD -26 2300

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The Arboretum was fairly quiet. It was on simulated night time and while there were creatures here it was not as fully populated as a normal jungle would be. Allyndra had come here during her shift but she had put herself on medical leave and left the EMH in charge if need be. She needed time away from everything and everybody to have time with her thoughts.
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She had not heard from Lamar for awhile but then again everyone had been busy and she was not sure just where that was going yet. No, Kohl's comment was what had really brought this one.

"Yes, when will people not run away. When will I be a part of something again." She had brought with her a large flagon of Bloodwine and now taking a seat on the ground by edge of the pond she opened the bottle and took at first a sip and then a heavy swig. The stuff was fiery, potent but she could taste the blood in it as a base. Another heavy swig and another. She was determined to down her sorrows for tonight at least in alcohol.

A few more swigs and she could feel the fire creep across her skin. Allyndra sat watched the pond. There were only a few ripples here and there in the dark surface as breeze or fish disturbed the surface. What was it about her? What fates kept others at bay or made for losses she wondered. All she ever wanted she had almost had. A position in the Guild House, whispers of grooming her for Guild Mother, a loving husband, and hoped for children from union with her husband. It had all vanished like mist in the morning of a High Summer's day. All there and in an instant gone. Oh there had been a few liaisons but nothing serious and who could blame them. A woman so different, who offered nothing but a quick pleasure, a bit of exotic sport, that was what she was and it left her in the end alone again. There would be none from her own world either, not one House would consider such a woman that had been so far to the outside of the culture. She was nothing but a sacrifice to a goal of learning more since the Great Withdrawal.

Her mouth sought the flagon again and she stared at the pond and finally she stood a bit unsteady. Unfolding her wings, she took but a small jump to let them bite the air and glided out over the pond. She began to water dance and laughed as her feet caught the water and the alcohol burned through her. She drank more and laughed harder, her feet kicked the water harder and the water dancing became wilder. She spun, she splashed and then she lifted the flagon and upended it letting the blood red liquid fall onto her upturned face. It dripped from her hair, ran down her body and dripped into the pond making little stains. When the bottle was empty Allyndra threw it away and with her own teeth bit her arms. The bites were long and hard and the blood began to flow and drip.

She continued to make a sort of wild nonsensical dance splashing the water with her feet and dipping cupfuls with her hands to splash on her. She cared less if someone came upon her or saw her. For a moment, she would be free to be wild, crazy and revel in that wildness and drunkenness. Let them run, let them avoid her, she was for the moment the A'kua'ula pupulai , the wild goddess of blood. She let the veneer of all that stiff formal society fall away and became like her old ancestors, wild and free from care and restraint.

The dance was freeing and she freed her hair to let it swirl and twist with the wild gyrations. She caught the surface of the water a bit too hard and in her state lost her coordination and fell. The coolness of the water of the pond engulfing her and quenching somewhat the fire that had raged. Allyndra struggled to find the shallow bottom and then made her way to flop on the edge of the pond, dripping water and blood. Falling back to her knees facing the pond she began to cry letting the salt of her tears mingle with the water and blood that still made flowed in small rivulets. She sobbed letting all the loneliness flow out along with those tears.

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