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[conjuredskies]

This evening's taken an interesting turn.

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[sixthanimorph]

[Huddled into a ball, alone in the cold snow, David remembers in a flood everything he was taught about the Daedra, even as one rampages around him. He remembers the priests and their grim admonishments, well-worn books with warnings that had been heeded by a dozen generations of Chosen before him. The Daedra were harbingers of lamentation, lawless beings that had rejected the true God long ago and forced to inhabit worlds beneath this one as punishment. They were never to be fought, only to be avoided, and never, absolutely never, to be invoked.]

[Why is it here? For him, it must be here for him. Daedra were, after all, enemies of the true God and His disciples. David wants to tell it to leave him alone, that he's not a disciple anymore, but he can't find the words. Not even with his mind now. It's above him, literally above him, ebon abdomen hanging high overhead like the shadow of death as it visits lamentation on the necromancers foolish enough to summon it. Was summoning this thing their intent all along? Or, Ket forbid, is this his own doing? He's whimpering, unaware that he's doing so. The Daedra's seething, roiling presence is all he can fathom.]

[And then, just like that, the shadow lifts. The Daedra's not gone, it's still close, but it's not above him anymore, bypassing him as a dragon might bypass a rabbit, unworthy of notice. Under any other situation, David would be indignant. Right now, though, he's thankful to the true God and every other god for it. Let the Daedra kill the thrice-damned necromancers, every last one of them, as long as it leaves him alone. And Felix... hells, is the conjurer even still here? Maybe he took the better part of valor when he saw the Daedra.]

[David's mind is swimming with images, birds and beasts and all manner of creature in between, but the one he latches on and seizes in that moment is his own form. Now, before he loses his nerve again. If he's to die today, it will at least be in his own body.]