Dark Maiden Translations [Prelude, Night II] + Excerpt (Patreon)

In this post I'll be giving you a few translations for Night II of the Dark Maiden prelude, as well as the first passage for Night III of the Dark Maiden route. Heads up for light M/M intimacy. I won't be breaking down everything. Some for plot reasons, some for time reasons, and others because they're words/phrases you'll learn soon. You're welcome to speculate about translations, but I won't be translating other words/phrases for Night II right now.

Night II Translations

“Veth thy eudnas’dra?” -- "What did you say?" Lit. What you say + past tense modifier

-dra is the past tense modifier. Any time you see it on the end of a verb, it's referring to something in the past tense.

“Drei tafryk ywen zairyn?” -- "Which language is she speaking?" Lit. Which tongue she speaks?

Similar to languages like Chinese and Thai, Wyransith has no present progressive tense, it is understood. In plain speak, no -ing verbs. Rather than saying "I am walking" or "She is going" in Wyransith they simply say "I walk" and "She goes." Might be weird at first but ultimately makes the language much easier to decipher.

“Sal tafryk suvran lynek, nei?” -- "One of the little summer tongues, no?" Lit. Of tongue summer little, no?

This is one of the more complex ones that initially looks really weird. "Sal" is the word for "of" and will sometimes be attached to the object it's possessing, such as "duv'sal" of "of the gods." When it's free-floating, its structure is "Sal + possessed noun + possessor." Note, too, that "one" is dropped. Wyransith drops a lot of things that are understood. Adding "lynek" or "little" is derogatory, signaling that Serax doesn't think much of the summer tongues. It's a nod to the alternate lore we'll be unpacking as DMR unfolds.

Valdricht and Serax throw several different languages at the MC in this scene, trying to figure out if she speaks any of them. They're both well-versed in many different languages, particularly Serax who is something of a polyglot in all of the routes. As DMR progresses, you'll notice him making more of an effort to learn the MC's language, whereas Valdricht will prefer to teach the MC his.

“Veth aineth thy sairith?” - "What is your name?" Lit. What name your is?

The classic "What's your name?" Take note of aineth as you'll likely see it used several times in the upcoming nights.

"Yn a myndir’vir." - "Go to him." Lit. Him + to (directional) + go (imperative)

'vir is an imperative modifier. Unlike 'dra, it typically attaches to an infinitive.

“Eri veskara ywen gruneth thy vrosik selveyn.” - "I believe she finds your chest distasteful."

One of the more complex sentences of the night, in this sentence the main clause "I believe" or "Eri veskara" goes up front as it is indicating Valdricht's judgement. After that, the embedded clause follows the standard SOV structure "she chest<-your distasteful finds." You'll become more familiar with this structure the more you see it.

Final thoughts

That's all for this night, Merjas. Remember, if the Wyransith isn't fun or feels overwhelming, your MC isn't supposed to understand any of this either. She will begin to absorb it quickly after the prelude, but it will continue to be a struggle for her throughout most of Dark Maiden. And the struggle is hot.

Excerpt - Dark Maiden - Prelude - Night III - Passage One

You wake to heaviness and clenched fists. You anchor yourself by scent: burnt wood, tanned hide, something musky but pleasant, and blood.

Your eyes open wide, nostrils flaring. For a few seconds, you're disoriented. The space around you is dark, with only a few pieces of glowing wood where the fire should be. You blink, trying to bring the room into focus.

You hear a groan--low and deep--just before your gaze settles on a shadowy figure on the other side of the fire pit. As your eyes adjust, you realize it's Valdricht. He's reclining on a pile of furs, one arm propped behind his head, the other resting on the back of Serax's neck.

Heat blossoms across your cheeks as you realize Serax is on top of him, both men shirtless. You hold your breath, fearful that you're witnessing something obscene, but then you realize Serax is feeding. His head is buried in the juncture of Valdricht's neck, and you can hear the soft sounds of his throat working as he swallows.

Shame gives way to envy as your mouth begins to water and a dull ache begins to throb in your upper gums.

You manage to remain quiet, yet when Valdricht's head tilts to the side, his eyes instantly lock with yours.

Even in the darkness, you can make them out perfectly. They seem to glow, and the longer you stare, the more you realize it isn't just his eyes. His bare skin emits a faint light, as if he'd been blessed by the Moonlight Maiden.

At first, you aren't intimidated by his stare. It's all you can do to keep from licking your lips and signal that you're eager to partake. It's a struggle to remain still, to wonder if he'll summon you next, and if there will even be enough of him left once Serax has had his fill.

You manage to choke down a needy sound just as Serax finally withdraws. Eyes shut, he arches his head back and makes a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan. The noise makes your skin tingle.

You're poised to sit up, prepared to find some way, any way, to get your own taste of Valdricht's blood. But Valdricht's attention shifts. He turns to look up just as Serax lowers his head to cover Valdricht's mouth with his own.

You go still, muscles taut as you wait for Valdricht to push him away. Instead, his hands move to the back of Serax's head, fingers threading into the other man's pale tresses as he draws him closer.

✧ Look away.✧ Keep staring.

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-Mortish