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This one bears their burden - Eternal, all-consuming rage... Why The Vortigaunt chose us, we do not know - Why we must be consumed by the blazing inferno that is within... We do not know, all we know is death, war, combat, pain, suffering and anguish... But most of all - Hatred. Our thoughts are not just our own, but all. As if we were chosen by the one in all. Our mind fractures with each passing day, each day - A struggle more-so than the last. We are loosing this war. The war within, we can feel it - Our kin feel it.
The lust for blood is all that satiates us. That calms us. And yet, it is not the will of The Vortigaunt to murder without judgement, and so we toil, ever yearning for the rending of flesh, ever denied our bounty. *I* feel the darkness within me... Gnawing at our bones, consuming every fibre of our being. We hide this from the others, suppress it as much as we can, for we know savagery would bring our name dishonour, yet it persists, ever present in our mind.
In our mind, our hatred is cast upon humanity, a weak, pathetic species, all that have engaged us in combat have been felled. All who taunt us are put in place. Such a disgusting... Unworthy race, we commonly think back to the days of the invasion, the blood upon our claws, despite us having the use of our powers even then - we still chose to hunt these vermin with our bare claws, they are not honourable warriors, spare a minute selection, they are prey, to be hunted for sport. There is no honour in the slaughter of this kind, most are too feeble to even fight back... Mmmh, we remember the first day, how they fled for their lives... It brings us much pleasure to succumb to the temptations of our mind.
Our kin try to help us, we try to display change... But it is fruitless, our mind burns from the suppression of our feelings. Each day we grow more tired, exhausted, fatigued. Meditation and rest brings us no respite, for the calm waves others experience are not present within this one, when we ponder upon the grand tapestry, we are not greeted by calm waters, but the fury of tempest, and maelstrom adorned in the centre, sucking this one in... The darkness calls for us... We fear we will answer before we are saved.
Thoughts we harboured pass - Well, some. I have misjudged, this being inside me is not one of malice or evil, but one to bring balance to me *we* are now evolved, better, stronger, bigger. We were wrong to seek salvation in the arms of our kin, and instead have found it within.
Even though we were betrayed by our kin, we hold not resentment, the one within will not allow it. A truce has been fostered between us and kin - as fragile as it may be, we know they watch, as the One Within grows inside us, we feel our past resentments fading - Humanity is not *all* bad after all, there are some we would even consider ally. The Slippery one, the Copper one both are friend to us.
There lies the one, our chosen, the anchor. The Blonde one - Abaddon does not know why he chose her, it is because the One Within wanted to, she is a pure thing. Too feeble to defend herself *yes* but she is friend, and so - We have formed our blood-bond, Abaddon's Warrior code and honour, and The One Within's rituals and beliefs. With this Anchor, we are formed, Good and Evil, Harmony and Hatred, combined in perfect unity.
*THE INTERLOPER*
She has surfaced once more - spreading her poisoned words to all near her, corrupting even kin. Abaddon calls forth, taking charge, The One Within is forced to the side-lines, she has run to the masks in an attempt to pacify *ME?!* fool.... *PATHETIC LITTLE PARASITE!* I will see her torn asunder for her crimes against our kind, against us, against the slippery one and *his* allies.
*Concern*
As our continued co-habitation continues, and our bond to the Anchor strengthens, we see now... She is struggling, plagued by nightmares, and angry at our outbursts... We welcome The One Within forth to control, to help restore the anchor to full health, and maintain control. Balance must be restored.
*My Brother*
The Conduit has been mis-understood, for too long. They are not malicious, just young. Too young. Confused. This ends now, Serenity is titled, The Conduit is not a plague, but a reject - We love them, we must, they are family. We shall nurture them back into the fold.
*THE HIGH ELDER'S DECREE!*
The collective has agreed. It is time we turned our eyes within. No more must the humans distract us, no more must we put their needs before our own. Vorti-kind must prepare, I, and Serenity are ready. We train every day, we meditate every night. Ready for the day our High Elder will call us upon our role in the Grand Prophecy. Sacrifice for the Greater Good no matter the cost, Vorti-kind must survive.
*BETRAYED AND ALONE...*
Humans... Kin... The Vortigaunt.... All have forsaken us. The humans betray all, our kin lash out in idiocy, caring not for reaction, the High Elder's decree has done nothing to fix this, only made it worse, wanting us to sacrifice the only thing we hold dear... The Anchor... I can feel him pulling at us... At Serenity... The Tyrant wants us back, his call is too much to resist, and our fate with it more certain than with our own... We have no choice... As long as he can protect her, that is all that matters.
Silence at Last.
I am Sorry.
Live on Without us.
Personal Relations
Even though we were betrayed by our kin, we hold not resentment, the one within will not allow it. A truce has been fostered between us and kin - as fragile as it may be, we know they watch, as the One Within grows inside us, we feel our past resentments fading - Humanity is not *all* bad after all, there are some we would even consider ally. The Slippery one, the Copper one both are friend to us.
There lies the one, our chosen, the anchor. The Blonde one - Abaddon does not know why he chose her, it is because the One Within wanted to, she is a pure thing. Too feeble to defend herself *yes* but she is friend, and so - We have formed our blood-bond, Abaddon's Warrior code and honour, and The One Within's rituals and beliefs. With this Anchor, we are formed, Good and Evil, Harmony and Hatred, combined in perfect unity.
*THE INTERLOPER*
She has surfaced once more - spreading her poisoned words to all near her, corrupting even kin. Abaddon calls forth, taking charge, The One Within is forced to the side-lines, she has run to the masks in an attempt to pacify *ME?!* fool.... *PATHETIC LITTLE PARASITE!* I will see her torn asunder for her crimes against our kind, against us, against the slippery one and *his* allies.
*Concern*
As our continued co-habitation continues, and our bond to the Anchor strengthens, we see now... She is struggling, plagued by nightmares, and angry at our outbursts... We welcome The One Within forth to control, to help restore the anchor to full health, and maintain control. Balance must be restored.
*My Brother*
The Conduit has been mis-understood, for too long. They are not malicious, just young. Too young. Confused. This ends now, Serenity is titled, The Conduit is not a plague, but a reject - We love them, we must, they are family. We shall nurture them back into the fold.
*THE HIGH ELDER'S DECREE!*
The collective has agreed. It is time we turned our eyes within. No more must the humans distract us, no more must we put their needs before our own. Vorti-kind must prepare, I, and Serenity are ready. We train every day, we meditate every night. Ready for the day our High Elder will call us upon our role in the Grand Prophecy. Sacrifice for the Greater Good no matter the cost, Vorti-kind must survive.
*BETRAYED AND ALONE...*
Humans... Kin... The Vortigaunt.... All have forsaken us. The humans betray all, our kin lash out in idiocy, caring not for reaction, the High Elder's decree has done nothing to fix this, only made it worse, wanting us to sacrifice the only thing we hold dear... The Anchor... I can feel him pulling at us... At Serenity... The Tyrant wants us back, his call is too much to resist, and our fate with it more certain than with our own... We have no choice... As long as he can protect her, that is all that matters.
Silence at Last.
I am Sorry.
Live on Without us.
Personal Relations
Abaddon | Serenity |
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A Strong Warrior, brave, committed, though plagued with emotion, childish outbursts and stubbornness. Friend. Ally. Trust-worthy. Difficult to communicate with, irritating. Often violence only way to prove a point. | One of our greatest allies, always willing to help us, despite their own beliefs, we shall always be there for him, when the time is right... I wish only Abaddon wasn't so rough with him... |
Abaddon | Serenity |
|---|---|
| The Anchor... Must... Survive, key to our stability, the reason for our existence. No harm must come to her, will kill any threats... | The Anchor is of our own creation, a blood-bond created to allow us to co-exist, without her, we cannot achieve balance, without her, I fear what Abaddon will become... I must let him do what must be done to keep her safe. |
Abaddon | Serenity |
|---|---|
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Worthy adversary, strong, skilled, ruthless. Must be weary, will likely betray at some point.
Kin. Smart, teacher - Mentor. Same as the rest, enjoy their company, will observe.
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Our Brother, born of the same womb, a child, confused and curious, there is no malice, only a lack of love, I will do my best to heal their connection, and make The Conduit whole again.
One of the Vortigaunts, the host, the originator, they toil with The Conduit, fighting for control always, this pains both of them, I've seen the depths of where each form resides when the other is in control of the body... No wonder they both crave control... Poor things.
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