Nox was grateful for the coffee in front of him. The warmth in his hands, and going down was welcome. The ijiraq made his body shiver from an unseen cold. It wasn't fear - it was more than that, something Nox wasn't sure how to explain unless someone had gone through it just the same. The thought of the power being ripped through him still horrified him even days later. Touching the source was more than terrifying - it hurt. Like the Ijiraq was still attached.
Nox was glad this girl, slip of a woman, a vague recollection still tinged his mind, but he couldn't find it. This was worse than the memories that had pushed forward tonight's look. At least she hadn't drawn it before - prophets were almost as dangerous, and if the Atharim found her well who knows what they'd do about her. But he shook his head in response. "No reason really, but the night of the gala. She attacked us." Nox tapped his finger on the image. "I imagine she is in pain now. She lost all her drones, warriors, mates, or whatever they were. One who attacked Ascendancy and then brought her in with three others. They feed on the power these so called channelers." Nox whispered. "One fed on me." He shuddered visibly.
"I don't know if she is the only one. No one knows where they live or hide. There are legends and myths, but mostly long forgotten lore and what little I know came from a friend who's dead now. Even the Atharim know little about them, they are that old and that forgotten." Nox sipped at his coffee wanting to drown in the dark liquid. He could still feel the power being ripped out of his body.
Nox was glad this girl, slip of a woman, a vague recollection still tinged his mind, but he couldn't find it. This was worse than the memories that had pushed forward tonight's look. At least she hadn't drawn it before - prophets were almost as dangerous, and if the Atharim found her well who knows what they'd do about her. But he shook his head in response. "No reason really, but the night of the gala. She attacked us." Nox tapped his finger on the image. "I imagine she is in pain now. She lost all her drones, warriors, mates, or whatever they were. One who attacked Ascendancy and then brought her in with three others. They feed on the power these so called channelers." Nox whispered. "One fed on me." He shuddered visibly.
"I don't know if she is the only one. No one knows where they live or hide. There are legends and myths, but mostly long forgotten lore and what little I know came from a friend who's dead now. Even the Atharim know little about them, they are that old and that forgotten." Nox sipped at his coffee wanting to drown in the dark liquid. He could still feel the power being ripped out of his body.
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