Anguish . Pain . Rebirth.
As the pain slowly died away Nidraitza forced her eyes open. Her vision was blurred, and some how, altered. The world no longer was what it once had been, the clear dancing light of her heating seeing vision seemed dulled, everything seemed to move in slow-motion.
"Ahh, you awaken my child." Spoke a soft voice in Nidraitza's ear, and slowly she turned her head to face her addresser.
A lithe drow priestess, dressed in a flowing cowl stood a few inches from Nidraitza. The priestess smiled and approached Nidraitza, "So, you survived, what a pity."
Rage ignited within Nidraitza's body and she tried to heave her self to her feet, but something was wrong, her body was no longer that of a drow. With panic and sheer horror she let her gaze travel over her image, her once slender shape had been deformed, mutilated. Her lower half had been morphed into that of a spider, with eight, spear-like arachnid legs. Her chest was swollen and mutilated, her arms slightly twisted.
She was cursed. No longer drow, but drider.
A low scream escaped Nidraitza's clasped lips as she instinct ruled her body; she exploded into motion, her movements erratic and quick, her eight legs clicking against the adamantite floor in an agitated tempo. Swiftly her new legs pulled her over to the priestess, she brought her hands up as if to throttle the drow who had done this to her, the one who had raped her of her elven shape, and cursed her forever.
But the priestess merely laughed, and jumped out of range for Nidraitza's arms. "Ohaz" the priestess uttered and a burst of electricity jolted through the drider's body. Nidraitza twitched violently before her eight legs gave way to her body, and she crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. Unconsciousness claimed her.
A dark voice ringed like a bell in her head, "You are mine, drider. Now and forever."
As the pain slowly died away Nidraitza forced her eyes open. Her vision was blurred, and some how, altered. The world no longer was what it once had been, the clear dancing light of her heating seeing vision seemed dulled, everything seemed to move in slow-motion.
"Ahh, you awaken my child." Spoke a soft voice in Nidraitza's ear, and slowly she turned her head to face her addresser.
A lithe drow priestess, dressed in a flowing cowl stood a few inches from Nidraitza. The priestess smiled and approached Nidraitza, "So, you survived, what a pity."
Rage ignited within Nidraitza's body and she tried to heave her self to her feet, but something was wrong, her body was no longer that of a drow. With panic and sheer horror she let her gaze travel over her image, her once slender shape had been deformed, mutilated. Her lower half had been morphed into that of a spider, with eight, spear-like arachnid legs. Her chest was swollen and mutilated, her arms slightly twisted.
She was cursed. No longer drow, but drider.
A low scream escaped Nidraitza's clasped lips as she instinct ruled her body; she exploded into motion, her movements erratic and quick, her eight legs clicking against the adamantite floor in an agitated tempo. Swiftly her new legs pulled her over to the priestess, she brought her hands up as if to throttle the drow who had done this to her, the one who had raped her of her elven shape, and cursed her forever.
But the priestess merely laughed, and jumped out of range for Nidraitza's arms. "Ohaz" the priestess uttered and a burst of electricity jolted through the drider's body. Nidraitza twitched violently before her eight legs gave way to her body, and she crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. Unconsciousness claimed her.
A dark voice ringed like a bell in her head, "You are mine, drider. Now and forever."