Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul]

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Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul] Jan 30, 2018 14:40:43 GMT -5

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Post by Kyleria on Jan 30, 2018 14:40:43 GMT -5

Distance was between them. Yet the lure still held fast. Heart called to heart in the depths of darkness. Flame red eyes watched her from the distance that Khamûl had placed. Away from her and Kyleria did not close the distance for she had been searching for her answer. Now as they were parted there was a lacking sensation. What was just was emptiness before now felt a keen calling of what was missed. Who said I wished to control you? anger, still burned from Khamûl. Palatable. Kyleria smiled. There in her smile was hope for Khamûl. A small sliver of trust given to him that might take root. ”No one, I was just seeing what you would say”. Her smile softened a bit more. She had been testing him. Trying him. Trying to get inside his head and see if she could trust him the way he said. ”I just wanted to see if your words were true, that I should trust...you”

There was something about the way they countered each others quick remarks. Kyleria could deny her heart. She denied it often. Trying to purge such a precious thing that she saw as weakness. Perhaps it was why she always bolted from Reviedir. Tried bolting from the Wraith and yet here she was. Alone with Sauron’s third in command. Too many factors played in her thoughts at the moment.

Come. Let us go now.

Faster than she could move a boot forward, he was already holding her hand. Kyleria’s fingers intertwined with the Easterling’s gauntlet fingers. The palm of the metal smooth against the meat of her palm. Her index finger lightly caressed the sharp edge of Khamûl’s index finger as he lead her in silence. She too was silent until the cold, foul scented air hit her face. A symphony of death softly rang out at the sound of swords clanging in sparring. That stopped with the chilling presence of Khamûl.

”You make an impression on the them….and me” she said without looking at Khamûl, her eyes peering down at those far below. Silently wondering what it felt like that when one appeared everyone present nearly snapped to rank or took notice. Her thoughts took her to why she had asked him to come with her. Why...she did not know.

Last Edit: Jan 30, 2018 14:41:17 GMT -5 by Kyleria

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Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul] Feb 2, 2018 5:28:24 GMT -5

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Post by Khamûl on Feb 2, 2018 5:28:24 GMT -5

There was a small smile on her face. What was this game they were playing? Was she finally allowing him some trust? ”No one, I was just seeing what you would say.” And now you know,[/i] he said in his normal wraith tone. She was testing his patience and the wraith only had so much. Was she really this ignorant or was this part of her little game? She was trying, oh so hard, to get in his mind. And no one could get inside a nazgûl’s head.

If you thought I was lying you would have already left.

As he moved her forward in complete silence, the chilling air continued to whip around them. Khamûl did not feel a thing, but knew that Kyleria would. The way she held his hand spoke volumes of their little cat and mouse game and he said not a word until she had spoken.

”You make an impression on the them….and me”

And what impression do I make? The swords stopped and the ones holding them seemed to be in fear. Why did you ask for me to come with you? Khamûl knew she did not know, for her mind was sometimes left open. She was claimed by darkness no matter how bright of a Sun she was. He could read such thoughts IF he wanted to. This time he did. She was confused and at a loss on what else to say. Why, when you have so many others that could be following you?

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Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul] Feb 3, 2018 14:36:31 GMT -5

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Post by Kyleria on Feb 3, 2018 14:36:31 GMT -5

Knew, knew with the fibers of her being that the Wraith's words rang true. Known to her as she knew the back of her own hand and the twisting paths of the dead marsh. Kyleria, her mind was a twist of paths, that went this way and that. Just when one though they had found the end of her, there was another layer that simply peeled back. A puzzle and complexity that she stopped in her own mind puzzled. And she was silent while she brooded why she asked him to come with her. There was a shrug of her bare left shoulder. Brows knitting together as his words sunk deep within. And what impression do I make? ... Why, when you have so many others that could be following you?.

In silent thought did her tongue draw along her bottom lip as she descended within the depths of her own mind, digging deep within the paths that became tunneled chambers of thought. Divining the impression that he made. Slowly she came back to Khamûl "There is just...something, that I am unable to place a dagger upon. Almost as if...I have known you before." the words came from her mouth but she watched below as the swords stilled and uneasy quiet settled about them. A silly thought as she crossed her arms across her chest, hugging them to her body. Part to stave away the cold chill that always seemed in the air here and to keep her hands busy.

"Many others?" scoffing at the thought. Who would follow her. Kyleria's teeth ground against her jaw. Drawing tight were those plush tiers that fitted against the ghouls own. Fitted in a manner, as if one had been cut in twain. "Those that would follow me, only do so in hopes that eternal glory would be theirs...They fight for power or what power they have, their swords would defend. You have no need to follow me for such things. For you have already obtained those. Perhaps I asked you to follow me...because I wanted to see if you wanted to? Or just to have your presence about and feel the cold against my skin and numb away thought"

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Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul] Feb 7, 2018 9:14:40 GMT -5

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Post by Khamûl on Feb 7, 2018 9:14:40 GMT -5

"There is just...something, that I am unable to place a dagger upon. Almost as if...I have known you before."

Known me before? Perhaps in another lifetime, but this is the first time we’ve met. I believe I would remember a face like yours. A smirk would have been on his face if he weren’t in his wraith form. Others were watching and the wraith’s red eyes flared at them and they quickly went back to their work. Good. They need not know what Khamûl was up to.

”Many others?”

Khamûl watched her carefully, hearing her speak even more on the matter.

”Those that would follow me, only do so in hopes that eternal glory would be theirs...They fight for power or what power they have, their swords would defend. You have no need to follow me for such things. For you have already obtained those. Perhaps I asked you to follow me...because I wanted to see if you wanted to? Or just to have your presence about and feel the cold against my skin and numb away thought"

Do you think me a fool? I smell the stench of elf on you. You think he wants this power and eternal glory? They are of the Light. A small growl came from him as he grabbed her arm. Is this why you want me to “numb away thought?” He shifted yet again to a more suitable appearance. He looked upon her with those blue eyes and watched for any changing expressions. Tell me, why are you with an elf if you wish for the magic of Darkness? Is this some sort of plot you have to ruin the Dark Lord’s plans?!

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Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul] Feb 7, 2018 13:10:30 GMT -5

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Post by Kyleria on Feb 7, 2018 13:10:30 GMT -5

Kyleria shifted her weight. Easy standing with her arms crossed, to them limp at her side. Trying not to laugh, as Khamûl would have remembered a face like hers. "Would have remembered my face...What makes my face memorable" lowering her voice to just above a whisper as eyes fell upon them from others who walked the tower. Cold iron curled around her arm. Moonbeam flesh below taking a red tone at the edges from the light weight of metal against her arm.

Is this why you want me to “numb away thought?”

"Could you understand the loneliness. Out in the wildlands. Along the far edges of the ruins of Carn Dûm... Far from here and all one has known. Out there..." Giving a gesture towards beyond. Beyond Mordor and all that she knew here. "In an elf arms I found a way to survive the silence" a shrug of her shoulder as grey eyes drank into blue that replaced the flaming lenses of fire. Wetting her parted lips.

"You are holding on to me" breathing the words out.

Gazing back in the shadow of the east's eyes. "Do you find me foolish enough to plot against our Master? Against my own homeland? Long has the darkness sought for what is coming. Sweeping darkness across the land that would envelop every soul within the dominion." hissed through clenched teeth. Welling inside was that fire, at the accusation that she was double handed against those whom have given her everything. There in her eyes, Khamûl would see the flashes of a quicksilver swirl. The storm that was in those molten pools began to bubble once more.

Last Edit: Feb 7, 2018 13:11:19 GMT -5 by Kyleria

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Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul] Feb 11, 2018 3:59:13 GMT -5

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Post by Khamûl on Feb 11, 2018 3:59:13 GMT -5

”Would have remembered my face...What makes my face memorable"

Khamûl chuckled at that and for a moment, the anger had died down. You cannot be so blind of your own beauty. Or was she? How can anyone with looks like hers be so blind? She had to know. Her flesh started to turn red, for his armored hand was holding on rather tightly. The wraith loosened his grip, hoping that she would take notice.

”Could you understand the loneliness. Out in the wildlands. Along the far edges of the ruins of Carn Dûm... Far from here and all one has known. Out there...In an elf arms I found a way to survive the silence"

I can understand that you allied yourself with a filthy elf. The very things that our Dark Master wishes to end. He wants something from you.

”You are holding on to me"

And you do not want me to? Khamûl growled out and looked into those silvery eyes. It reminded him so much of the Elves that he despised, but yet he could not deny how beautiful they were.

Do you find me foolish enough to plot against our Master? Against my own homeland? Long has the darkness sought for what is coming. Sweeping darkness across the land that would envelop every soul within the dominion."

The wraith hissed at her and pulled her close. Face to face. Those eyes of his blazing red. I think you are foolish enough to ally yourself with an elf for a moment. To be so close to him that I can still smell the stench of him on you. I think there is more to this elf than meets the eye. Perhaps you aren’t foolish to plot against our Master, but he’s foolish enough to try and do so. Why do you think he’s close to you? Khamûl loosened his grip again and gently played with her hair in a tender manner. Like she was his lover of many years.

You should be careful around those that are not like us.

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Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul] Feb 14, 2018 5:20:58 GMT -5

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Post by Kyleria on Feb 14, 2018 5:20:58 GMT -5

You cannot be so blind of your own beauty.

The wraith was met with her silence and Kyleria’s gaze shifted from his own, no sound passed her lips only her downcast eyes. Upon which gaze cold stone below their boot. Illuminated in the pale sickly light of the tower. ”I am only as...” her words faded from whisper into nothing. Kyleria did not finish her utterance. Eru Ilúvatar. She was only as beautiful as Eru Ilúvatar had decided her ancient kin should be. That she should take from their appearance and be one whole of his great workings. No, she did not utter than name before Khamûl. She could not utter such a name here, not to Khamûl. Sauron surely as he heard that name would have struck her down himself. She’d feel the pressure on her arm loosen and Kyleria raised her eyes to Khamûl.

Kyleria looked soft and inviting as she recalled her tale for him. Alluring as a woman made of flesh and bone should be. Flesh and living spirit that accepted the sound of the Easterling’s harsh tones.

I can understand that you allied yourself with a filthy elf. The very things that our Dark Master wishes to end. He wants something from you.

Faintly tugging on her mouth was a playful smirk. Left hand extending, Kyleria quietly would drag a finger up Khamûl’s chest. Stopping at just where his collar bone would be. ”You want something from me too sensual was the teasing tone of her voice. One of his hands still on her arm and her lips twitched as he growled. ”What if, what I wanted was for you to kiss me...right here...with the roaming eye of our master watching” Kyleria teased. As the eye of Sauron was making his pass about his land.

The wraith hissed at her and pulled her close. Face to face. Those eyes of his blazing red. I think you are foolish enough to ally yourself with an elf for a moment. To be so close to him that I can still smell the stench of him on you. I think there is more to this elf than meets the eye. Perhaps you aren’t foolish to plot against our Master, but he’s foolish enough to try and do so. Why do you think he’s close to you? A wicked smile broke out upon her lips. Her nose grazed the length of Khamûl’s as her head tilted. Lips barely separated from one another. ”And how does the stench of elf, smell to a Nazgul Lord? Does elf smell like eternal decay with a floral scent covering up the rot” she’d ask. Vexed at the question proposed to her. Why was Revie so close. Kyleria softly bit the edge of her tongue to keep from retorting with a crass comment.

”Maybe my smile, or even these eyes of mine is why he is close. Mayhaps he seeks the ring for himself...to become an elven dark lord. she gave a tilt of her head at that thought.

You should be careful around those that are not like us.

Her head tilted to him playing with her hair. ”Mayhaps, Khamûl should keep my being closer to his own then” speaking of herself in the third person. Their lips the entire while had been hovering close. The scales tittering to balance.

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Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul] Feb 16, 2018 8:10:10 GMT -5

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Post by Khamûl on Feb 16, 2018 8:10:10 GMT -5

”I am only as...”

Khamûl knew what she was going to say. He was honestly thankful that she didn’t. The thought of her almost saying the name though left a bitter taste in his mouth. How dare she even think it?! Eru Ilúvatar. How could she even think of the name in his presence?! Khamûl would have struck her down if she ever spilled the name from her mouth.

A smug smirk was on her lips now. She was playing with fire and she knew it, yet denied herself the freedom to get away. ”You want something from me too. What if, what I wanted was for you to kiss me...right here...with the roaming eye of our master watching” Khamûl had his own smile forming. I’d say that you lost your mind, but not in a bad way. I would also grant you your wish. The eye of Sauron was passing by, making Khamûl watch it.

She was close, so very close. Kyleria has their noses touching and he could feel her breath upon his dead face. ”And how does the stench of elf, smell to a Nazgul Lord? Does elf smell like eternal decay with a floral scent covering up the rot” For you, it does. His scent though, is disgusting.

Words of the elf again were flowing out of her mouth. Khamûl rolled his red eyes in slight annoyance. ”Maybe my smile, or even these eyes of mine is why he is close. Mayhaps he seeks the ring for himself...to become an elven dark lord” He can never find the ring and he will never become this “elven dark lord.” That is why he wants you. He’s using you.

”Mayhaps, Khamûl should keep my being closer to his own then.”

Perhaps I shall then. Her lips had been so dangerously close. The whole time they were taunting him, begging him for attention. Well now they were having it. Khamûl’s lips attached to hers, kissing her roughly with a deep passion he thought wouldn’t exist anymore within him.

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Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul] Feb 21, 2018 3:43:15 GMT -5

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Post by Kyleria on Feb 21, 2018 3:43:15 GMT -5

I’d say that you lost your mind, but not in a bad way. I would also grant you your wish. The eye of Sauron was passing by, making Khamûl watch it, Kyleria quietly observed him being drawn to his master. She quietly wondered what it was like to have no will of your own and the decided that was probably a fate worse than death for someone that was strong-willed. To be controlled by another. He served the dark lord once out of his own free will and now he had no choice. She served because she knew no other way. she was born into this life. What chance did she have of ever escaping it.

"The grant my wish, Shadow of the East, Eastern King...Lieutenant of the Nine" purring out his titles from seductive lips.

For you, it does. His scent though, is disgusting. Kyleria bit her tongue and said nothing else of the elf. Drawing into her thoughts. She sighed softly as Khamûl instilled that the elf was using her. "Maybe I am using him as well for carnal pleasure I can not find here" She'd glance at the men below. Just barely turning from Khamûl but not enough because she came back to him. Her eyes lit up as he said he might keep her closer.

Rough was the kiss to her mouth. Harsh, punishing in vigor and she let out a soft "Mmmm" sound into the kiss that was cut short, much too short by the sound of her name. If it was possible for Kyleria to turn from moonbeam pale to death white, she did so. The hairs on her arms prickled up under her sleeves. Gooseflesh formed along the soft curves of her shoulder.

"Kyleria" came a rasping voice. Faint at first then stronger.

"Kyleria" There at the opposite tower entrance stood the Witch King, gauntlet fist raising and beckoned the young woman towards him. She Stared at Angmar, pulling away from Khamûl without a word. She dared not glance back to the second wraith. Her master was calling her to
his side and she had to go. How long he had been standing there she was not sure. Long enough to find her in a liplock with Khamûl?

"Come...I have something for you" sinister was the voice of the witch king. In his luminous eyes was a fire that looked past Kyleria towards his second in command and Kyleria only glanced back once Angmar turned to walk away. She gave Khamûl a weak smile. She looked apologetic that she was summoned away. Walking away, the redhead sunk into her own thoughts.