Legends of Belariath

Wraythe

Wraythe, the green skinned elf, as he would alway bill himself. he was not goblin, certainly not. his features were perfect, except one might assume that he had a problem with one eye as it was covered with a mithril eye patch. However it was perfectly pristine and fully functionaly. Only if seen, would one note that within the ice cold blueness there was a storm of chos as if the creature had been touched by something otherworldly.

As to his original, Wraythe would only be able to say that he did not know how he was born and came to be, his first memory was of waking in the arms of Ilhar. She was beautiful to him and he beheld her with the utmost reverence. It was as if she had called to him and he had been summoned forth. She was a beauty, like himself she was not pure but that did not matter, she loved him and he loved her. There was no way he could not, she had created him, he knew this. through her actions he had come forth. Looking on her, he knew that he would love her until the day he put a mithril blade through her heart. The smell of death around her was certainly not a smell that would turn him off, infact it certainly felt like home to him.

She would dress him in darkness and covering his eye, she sent him out into the world, he was to be a living minion. sent out to serve her, to scout for her, to, if necessary, kill for her. All this he lived for. There was nothing that he would do for her that would give him qualms nor cause him to hesitate. he would do for her as she wished , with fervent relish and will and to perfection. he would look on her with worship and she would dote on him as a favored pet.

The first command he remember has become his mantra in all that he does. Sitting in the Inn, he was with Ilhar, sitting quietly he was looking around and observing when a pretty woman entered, someone with a look of near innocence and sensuality. as he watched her, Ilhar caught his gaze and asked, 'do you like her?' he grinned several shark like teeth present their points to her in a ghastly smile. 'yes Ilhar, wraythe like.' She would smile, 'go have fun, make her scream for me.' He would end up doing just that and she would forever know what a twisted pet she had in him. He would do as she wished on whatever terms she laid out.

Later, he would come to serve the House of Elghinn and her mate. Working with Ilhar, he would be the Hilt to her blade, protecting her , not really serving the house but protecting her instead as he viewed her as his boss and employer though he was paid by the house for which they worked. There he would meet a torian in the stables and almost know a normal love, but the house dissolved and no more would they know each other, he moving on to the Port with Ilhar and the torian girl just up and disappearing. He had only wished he had been the one to make that happen.

One time, he sought to find his purpose and Ilhar suggested sacrificing himself to Kirva so that she would meet him and assign him his purpose. However this did not go as was planned, Kirva being the fickle bitch she is, cast him aside and set him adrift in the Aether realm, languishing at his rejection, he would drift until his soul was pulled somewhere. He did not know where but he received instructions he could follow and avise that he did not need to worship anyone. He took this to heart and then was set free again. At this time he was brought back, resurrected into his host body and he had gone on to live and seek out his true purpose with his knew instructions.

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