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Post by Sita on Feb 16, 2006 17:37:12 GMT -6
Sita sat down in the woods, thinking back to the past she had once lived. It had started when her mothers clan had upset Satan. He said that they could live if they gave him a healthy wife. They knew the true reason why he had wanted a wife, to have an heir and let the ruling of horror continue. So they had given him her mother, she had gone willingly. Sita had gotten her free spirited ways from her mother, she had thought that the clan was to boring and their way of life much the same way. So she had gone to live with Satan, Sita's father.
They had actually fallen in love, which scarred Satan more then God scared him. He didn't want to be soft after years and years of being hardcore and never being able to be hurt. So he had done something horrible so he could no longer be hurt but he couldn't do it to his now new born child, Sita.
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Post by Sita on Feb 18, 2006 12:28:34 GMT -6
Sita had grown as a girl should but when she was twelve she learned that she was different. Her father had always kept her sleeping during the day and awake at night, to learn from various toturs. She had thought it was normal at the time. Until finally one day when she was twelve her father had brought home a little boy, the same age as her. She looked at her father questionally.
He had smiled evilly, then said in a haunting tone that chilled her and made the boy whimper, "You are going to learn to eat from living prey my daughter." "But father I don't wish to harm him." "Foolish childe," He had roared, "You are not meant to take sympathy, you were born so you could kill and rule as my heir to this ruling." She had hung my head as he yelled at her, "Yes father, as you wish."
So Sita had killed the boy and fed, her father then after taught her many different ways to kill, she had taken a fancy to the whip, the bow and her dagger that she had received for a tenth birthday present.
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Post by Sita on Feb 19, 2006 18:15:26 GMT -6
Sita had always known she was different but when she turned thirteen she found out just how different she really was. Her father had taken her to a building that she had never seen before, even after all her explorings of the close cities during the night she had never come across it. As she walked inside she noticed that people were bowing to her father. She looked at her father but he wasn't paying any mind to them.
As they got into an elevator she had gotten up the courage to ask, "Father, why are all those people bowing to you?" Her answer had been a slap in the face. So she had remaind quiet until he had said, "Now childe don't be an embaressment to me, I want them to know I have raised a strong childe, do you understand?" "Yes father."
So they had gotten out of the elevator and stepped into a dark room, immediately she had been swept away from her fathers side and chained to a table, then she heard a rough voice say, "Now childe of Satan you must prove to me you are strong." Before she could answer a steaming metal had been pressed to her skin. She bunched her muscles up and hissed silently. She would not give this man the pleasure of hearing her scream from the pain.
As the metal had been taken away she felt like crying, but wouldn't let them see her pain. She then heard the rough voice say again, "You truly are the daughter of Satan. The powerfull ruler of all evil. You will make a good ruler one day childe." That's when she knew she was trully different from everyone else, she was a demon, worse she was the daughter of the worst demon in history.
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Post by Sita on Feb 25, 2006 0:21:14 GMT -6
For the next few days Sita had to take it easy because her scar was still healing from when the blazing metal touched her skin. Her father still taught her though. Now however he taught her symbols to use when fighting. They could not be found anywhere else then in his library. She had learned and mastered them all in less than two days. Then she didn't know any better and thought that this was the only way of life.
One night when her father was out on buisiness she was wandering the halls of her home and came apon a room that looked as if it had been lived in by some boy. The moment she stepped foot inside it her father had appeared behind her and picked her up. Both her arms pinned to her side. She whimpered slightly but did not cry out. "What are you doing here childe?!" "I'm sorry father I was just bored...." "Never ever again go in this room. In fact I forebid you to leave your room when I am not here! Am I quite clear?!" "Yes father."
He had dropped her and she ran. She ran straight for her room. She had listened to her father because she had never seen him so enraged before and never wanted to see him that way again.
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Post by Sita on Mar 12, 2006 0:35:09 GMT -6
For the next few days she had avoided her father and that part of the house as best she could. However one day she found a rope that was attached from her ceiling. She pulled it down and found that she had a widows walk.
She climbed the steps and looked out over the horizon. She saw the village and everything beyond it that she was not aloud to venture to. She knelt down and rest her chin against the railing. Silently she promised herself that one day she would leave here and venture out to the wide unknown.
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Post by Sita on Apr 23, 2006 21:09:09 GMT -6
A year or two later she got fed up with just sitting around while her father was out on business. So one day she packed all her things and ran away from home.
Since she had no idea at the time that she could travel by shadows she slung her back around her shoulders and transformed into a tiger. This was her first transformation and now that this was her first, this was the true form she would take on when she transformed forever more.
Two weeks later she came upon a village of Red People. As she studied them for a few days before transforming back to her vampiress form and approached the chief. From that day on she was considered the granddaughter of the chief and stayed with them until she was 20 and her father attacked her village.
Luckly they escaped and she ran away. A year later she came upon Blue Ridge.
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