Zale {Geist}

[Rykett]

((This thread is a follow-up for a previous plot with Zale and Geist found here: link))

Buried deep in a created chamber beneath Geist’s regular haunt, she kept a single prisoner. Not a single ray of light penetrated its blackness. Only Geist brought light, but she also brought pain. Geist was a sadist creature. Torturing wolves was a way for Geist to relieve her unquenchable desire to see others in pain and now she always had a victim. Her methods varied and Zale often acted as her guinea pig for new torture methods. She would push him to the edge of death before encasing him in a high-level Crystal to heal his wounds. Geist’s cruel visits were often sporadic. Sometimes, she’d wait weeks before appearing. A small trickle of chill water ran never endingly through his dungeon, keeping him from dying of thirst, but since Geist was also Zale’s only source of food, he’d nearly starve, at times, while he waited for her return.

Geist would enter Zale’s prison without light sometimes. Her magical eyes could pierce any darkness. She’d never wound him during such visits, just observe her handiwork and whisper threateningly. If Geist every allowed her little plaything into daylight, she theorized he’d either seek comfort in darkness or pleasure in pain. He was only safe from pain in darkness, but he only received light and necessities accompanied by pain. It just depended on how Zale’s mind had twisted under her savage care and it would twist and bend and break. No wolf could manage to stay sane in such complete darkness, isolation, and torture.

Geist teleported into the singular room. A spark of fire ignited in the center of the cell-like cavern. It slowly grew in size and glow until the prison was completely lit. Geist gripped a haunch of meat between grinning teeth. She dropped it at her paws and waited for Zale to approach. ”Hello, Zale.” It’d been nearly a year since Zale had become her plaything and about a week since Geist’s last visit. He’d be hungry. Geist flexed her claws as she watched the noticeably skinny male. Zale would have to approach if he wanted food and as soon as he did, Geist would strike and satisfy her violent desires by spilling his blood.

@spiriaaurina

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The year old he wolf had grown up in the dank dark cavern. He had grown accustomed to the darkness associating it with safety, a Haven if you will. When he first arrived he feared the dark but that was not the case anymore the light brought pain but with pain he could eat. It was a vicious cycle and sometimes he wondered why the goddess didn't just end his life as is. He was thin but he was alive so he supposed that accounted for something. Another he was glad about is that he hadn't yet lost what little sanity he had. Which at some points he was surprised he even still had what little sanity he did. The black he wolf saw the light coming and with it the smell of food. Sale had been lost in thought before she came contemplating something to do. Despite his somewhat skinny form he was strong minded which may be why he still held any sanity. With a nervous flick of his black tail he moved towards Geist for food "h..hello great goddess Geist" Sale spoke voice low but he cared not if she hurt him it was what he always expected to happen with red and blue tipped ears flattened against his head he lowered his head locking his jaws around the haunch of meat in an attempt to pull it back with him before the goddess struck him.