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Fanfic: Jî drà lávre, aber ich darf es nicht...[12]
Chapter: Jî drà lávre, but I am not allowed to ... [12]
Chapter 12: "Làîre mènè (The Photo)"
He had been standing here for more than half an hour, like an eternity. For him, however, it was far too short, it would seem far too short if he was disturbed now. But he still had the opportunity to look at this unique work, for which the creator had to lose his life ... Yes, Amazons could become very aggressive if you tried to get them in front of the lens. So far it had cost every photographer his life, including this one, but now the value of his picture was all the higher. And how nice it was! Sure, it did not develop the splendor of a true Amazon, but it showed as much liveliness, pride and beauty as it exuded such ... Memories were attached to this picture, not through the creation or the like, only the photographed object was very familiar to him.
The upper body to be seen turns to the viewer, sending a sharp look that would immediately freeze boiling water, hair and arm adapting to the vibration orto serve the balance ... all in all, the dark shadow, the dark garment, the night-black hair and eyes together with the background, also heavily darkened, resulted in a fascinating gathering that one would have thought it was a perfect drawing. ..but it wasn't. However, the photographer was neither mentioned on nor under the picture, the 'victim' disliked honoring a photographer who had dared to take a picture of it. Her mood was then always on the edge of the sword, if you irritated her too much, she sank on it - injured herself, which provoked the incentive to revenge, to develop a murder plan and to murder everything against it, as Nráιà always said about what you were into came the way ... that was her way, you always had to be careful with her. Pyron's eyes darkened. `` Safanad ... '', the name of the then still very young creature echoed again and again in his head.
Not even 1 meager year old, in contrast to all other species already very well developed and would resemble a 4 year old earth child, with an incredible amount of pride and lust for murder, always upright, serene and just stubborn and proud.Her intelligence should have resembled that of a 'genius' at her age, but surpassed it by far. Even then, her mega-strong potential could not be overlooked, coupled with a tremendous thirst for knowledge, curiosity, anger to fight ... and unfortunately also an extreme irritability. She didn't have a lot of patience, only in certain cases, when it came to upsetting others. Otherwise, from one millisecond to the next, her mood could change from squeaking cheer to a proudly wounded, angry dragon.
Well then, despite its almost perfect ideal, it perished with almost a year in the Great War ... Had achieved top performances and almost won ... just almost ...
One of her most important qualities was branded in this photo, irritability. Pyron had to smile. Even when she made faces she looked beautiful, like perfection ...
He always came here when he had problems. As if he were seeking her advice.But, as always, she gave him no answer. Also not to the question: “How will it go on?” Sighing, he raised his hand, steered it towards the gigantic picture to touch it briefly, but as if struck by lightning he pulled it back. He had just realized a problem. What if the new dictator found her way into this room? He was small, hardly accessible and his approach was only known to him and Nráιà ... But a strange feeling overcame him. And she would surely be interested in Safanad's private room, everything valuable that was lying around here.
Suddenly he heard a growl behind him and in a flash he sheared around and froze ...
She ... was ... here ... actually ... here ...
She didn't seem particularly enthusiastic about what she saw. Her look said it all in that respect. Vegeta was standing next to her.
`Great, that one too ... 'thought the advisor and now bowed.
She snorted briefly and then obviously tried to get her feelings back under one roof.
"How do you know ..." began Pyron, and she answered his question immediately.
"I have said, I think, once before: This is not my first time here ..."
The counselor looked up at her sullenly and allowed himself to sit up. "And the room ...?!"
"Well, I know ... only ...", she pointed to the photo, "not this object ..."
Now she started to grin nastily. Devilish ... there was a muffled laugh, full of mockery, but the voice didn't fit, it seemed too manly ... `Safanad's murderer 'shouted in his head. Everything around her went dark, slowly began to circle. She raised her hand, pointed the surface with spread fingers towards the picture and advisor. A blue flame burned and all of a sudden shot towards him amid the booming loud laughter of the murderous male voice ... but it only hit the picture, to his horror set it in a blazing fire, a short time later only ashes fell to the ground. He stared furiously over at her crazy contorted face, if you could call it that and the next jet of the box flew towards him, flooding him with pain, only saw Vegeta's frightened face and screamed his way towards the end ...
"NEEEEEIIIIN !!!!!", he jumped up and thundered against something hard that immediately wailed complainingly without speaking true words. Slowly his field of vision cleared up and he could see the head of his new dictator, who was holding her head a little angrily, probably at the point where he himself had crashed. But he didn't really accept his own pain.
"Sorry .."
She only moaned briefly and got up again completely. His gaze followed her. She looked very different from the dream - if it was one. She was prettier and prettier ... just different.
"What actually happened?" Asked the consultant, whose head began to throb, although he did not know whether it was the collision or the painful dream.
"Well, all of a sudden you collapsed, I wasn't there, you have to ask the guards ...", said the dictator, who had apparently recovered from the little headbutt. "You're a pretty thick head"; she complained again and this sentence passed through the consultant like lightning.Why did everything remind him of his old friend at the moment? Why did it always seem like that to him? Has he already suffered from withdrawal symptoms? That sentence ... how often had Safanad mentioned this? 1000 times maybe? Sighing, he let himself fall back.
"Do you have what?" Asked the dictator and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "No ... no ..." the advisor echoed and stared at the ceiling.
"If you mean ..." With that she left the room, followed by his looks again.
`Does she really know about the room? Would be more than strange, but she seems to know a lot ... 'he turned on his side so that his gaze met the desk. But he didn't pay any attention to this, his thoughts just didn't leave him calm ...
"What are you going to do now?" Vegeta whispered softly as the new dictator led him down a long, pitch-black corridor. There was constant climbing stairs, and there was absolutely no light. With an effort he braced himself against the side walls so as not to completely lose the 'overview'.
"Look up."
"Where after ..."
"Secret ...", she grunted and Vegeta had to laugh briefly. It sounded too funny.
Finally she stopped and opened a tiny door. Soon afterwards she seemed to have disappeared into it and the prince followed her. Here it finally seemed to be brighter again. Some light penetrated the dusty window and gave a shadowy view of the interior of the room.
"Everything's the same as it used to be ...", she sighed and grinned heavily. Her gaze fell on the big picture on the wall and she growled playfully ...
He had been standing here for more than half an hour, like an eternity. For him, however, it was far too short, it would seem far too short if he was disturbed now. But he still had the opportunity to look at this unique work, for which the creator had to lose his life ... Yes, Amazons could become very aggressive if you tried to get them in front of the lens. So far it had cost every photographer his life, including this one, but now the value of his picture was all the higher. And how nice it was! Sure, it did not develop the splendor of a true Amazon, but it showed as much liveliness, pride and beauty as it exuded such ... Memories were attached to this picture, not through the creation or the like, only the photographed object was very familiar to him.
The upper body to be seen turns to the viewer, sending a sharp look that would immediately freeze boiling water, hair and arm adapting to the vibration orto serve the balance ... all in all, the dark shadow, the dark garment, the night-black hair and eyes together with the background, also heavily darkened, resulted in a fascinating gathering that one would have thought it was a perfect drawing. ..but it wasn't. However, the photographer was neither mentioned on nor under the picture, the 'victim' disliked honoring a photographer who had dared to take a picture of it. Her mood was then always on the edge of the sword, if you irritated her too much, she sank on it - injured herself, which provoked the incentive to revenge, to develop a murder plan and to murder everything against it, as Nráιà always said about what you were into came the way ... that was her way, you always had to be careful with her. Pyron's eyes darkened. `` Safanad ... '', the name of the then still very young creature echoed again and again in his head.
Not even 1 meager year old, in contrast to all other species already very well developed and would resemble a 4 year old earth child, with an incredible amount of pride and lust for murder, always upright, serene and just stubborn and proud.Her intelligence should have resembled that of a 'genius' at her age, but surpassed it by far. Even then, her mega-strong potential could not be overlooked, coupled with a tremendous thirst for knowledge, curiosity, anger to fight ... and unfortunately also an extreme irritability. She didn't have a lot of patience, only in certain cases, when it came to upsetting others. Otherwise, from one millisecond to the next, her mood could change from squeaking cheer to a proudly wounded, angry dragon.
Well then, despite its almost perfect ideal, it perished with almost a year in the Great War ... Had achieved top performances and almost won ... just almost ...
One of her most important qualities was branded in this photo, irritability. Pyron had to smile. Even when she made faces she looked beautiful, like perfection ...
He always came here when he had problems. As if he were seeking her advice.But, as always, she gave him no answer. Also not to the question: “How will it go on?” Sighing, he raised his hand, steered it towards the gigantic picture to touch it briefly, but as if struck by lightning he pulled it back. He had just realized a problem. What if the new dictator found her way into this room? He was small, hardly accessible and his approach was only known to him and Nráιà ... But a strange feeling overcame him. And she would surely be interested in Safanad's private room, everything valuable that was lying around here.
Suddenly he heard a growl behind him and in a flash he sheared around and froze ...
She ... was ... here ... actually ... here ...
She didn't seem particularly enthusiastic about what she saw. Her look said it all in that respect. Vegeta was standing next to her.
`Great, that one too ... 'thought the advisor and now bowed.
She snorted briefly and then obviously tried to get her feelings back under one roof.
"How do you know ..." began Pyron, and she answered his question immediately.
"I have said, I think, once before: This is not my first time here ..."
The counselor looked up at her sullenly and allowed himself to sit up. "And the room ...?!"
"Well, I know ... only ...", she pointed to the photo, "not this object ..."
Now she started to grin nastily. Devilish ... there was a muffled laugh, full of mockery, but the voice didn't fit, it seemed too manly ... `Safanad's murderer 'shouted in his head. Everything around her went dark, slowly began to circle. She raised her hand, pointed the surface with spread fingers towards the picture and advisor. A blue flame burned and all of a sudden shot towards him amid the booming loud laughter of the murderous male voice ... but it only hit the picture, to his horror set it in a blazing fire, a short time later only ashes fell to the ground. He stared furiously over at her crazy contorted face, if you could call it that and the next jet of the box flew towards him, flooding him with pain, only saw Vegeta's frightened face and screamed his way towards the end ...
"NEEEEEIIIIN !!!!!", he jumped up and thundered against something hard that immediately wailed complainingly without speaking true words. Slowly his field of vision cleared up and he could see the head of his new dictator, who was holding her head a little angrily, probably at the point where he himself had crashed. But he didn't really accept his own pain.
"Sorry .."
She only moaned briefly and got up again completely. His gaze followed her. She looked very different from the dream - if it was one. She was prettier and prettier ... just different.
"What actually happened?" Asked the consultant, whose head began to throb, although he did not know whether it was the collision or the painful dream.
"Well, all of a sudden you collapsed, I wasn't there, you have to ask the guards ...", said the dictator, who had apparently recovered from the little headbutt. "You're a pretty thick head"; she complained again and this sentence passed through the consultant like lightning.Why did everything remind him of his old friend at the moment? Why did it always seem like that to him? Has he already suffered from withdrawal symptoms? That sentence ... how often had Safanad mentioned this? 1000 times maybe? Sighing, he let himself fall back.
"Do you have what?" Asked the dictator and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "No ... no ..." the advisor echoed and stared at the ceiling.
"If you mean ..." With that she left the room, followed by his looks again.
`Does she really know about the room? Would be more than strange, but she seems to know a lot ... 'he turned on his side so that his gaze met the desk. But he didn't pay any attention to this, his thoughts just didn't leave him calm ...
"What are you going to do now?" Vegeta whispered softly as the new dictator led him down a long, pitch-black corridor. There was constant climbing stairs, and there was absolutely no light. With an effort he braced himself against the side walls so as not to completely lose the 'overview'.
"Look up."
"Where after ..."
"Secret ...", she grunted and Vegeta had to laugh briefly. It sounded too funny.
Finally she stopped and opened a tiny door. Soon afterwards she seemed to have disappeared into it and the prince followed her. Here it finally seemed to be brighter again. Some light penetrated the dusty window and gave a shadowy view of the interior of the room.
"Everything's the same as it used to be ...", she sighed and grinned heavily. Her gaze fell on the big picture on the wall and she growled playfully ...