Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/The Silver Dragon - Part II
Erik Eyolf marched naturally through the bridge of Avamar to Montijo. Natural like cross the bridge of Sirion to Trinbar. But obviously a place lightly different: green fields to lose of view with good farms. The line of the horizon demarcated in the glance. The Sun disappearing in igneous eyes and the night arrives with her purple legion. The moonshine over the magnificent fields was more beautiful than the daylight. Growing and prevailing. As Elune devours Holy Father in her hunger of equinox and solstices.
Elune shone in her lovers' armour. Some battle blood sparklings in the cold silver. Small and useless battle. Montijo belonged to the Red Dragon. And so right that the Silver Dragon was of the victory and predominance he carried a torch to the small village. Like in Trinbar, the people didn't fear. There was the Judge of Sirion: the good and fair Cavalier that spread the faith of Elune and the kindness of Sirion. On that night Montijo didn't need to fear the incendiary breath of the Red Dragon.
Just the torch in the darkness on dragon eyes. Curious windows. Curious glances. The village didn't wake up because it couldn't sleep. But the temples were fallen asleep. They would be awake in Trinbar and Dolmbar, but they slept in Montijo. Priestesses that couldn't enjoy the Silver Dragon's charms.
Then the adorable sacrifice.
Virgin: "Why did you paint my door?"
Erik Eyolf: "I see a black door. I want to paint it red..." *
A dragon could smell a virgin. And a young pure virgin was always the offering for a good Dragon. The commonfolk knews the old legends. Dragon tales. And two torches were meet in the darkness: one igneous and powerful and another one trembling and hesitating. No fire could overcome the heat of Erik's voice:
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long years
Stole many a man's soul and faith
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around Sirion
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the old fat Lords
Some screamed in vain
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
Tell me what's my name
Tell me can you guess my name... **
Enigmas and divinations. Warm hugs and kisses. Sleep with the enemy or conquer the enemy!? That never mattered when Elune was in a woman's soul. In her hair and breasts. In the heat of kisses and warm breathing. A trade of souls. Delicious trade. While a whole army waited for the victory, Erik Eyolf conquered the victory in the arms of Montijo.
A red door.
A conquest.
A victory.
[OOC: * Paint it Black inverse. ** Sympathy for the Devil adapted.]
