Dark Realmz: Alexa's Slide into Darkness
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Tanthis
May 21, 2007 at 3:32 am
A sudden gust of wind followed by a loud bellow of thunder and flashes of lightning, heralds the return of a Dark stranger shrouded in what appears to be dark shadows. Covered from head to foot so that only the black flames that were once eyes can be seen, Silence follows for a short time followed by the agonizing screams of those lesser beings unfortunate enough to set eyes upon him. A cruel unseen sneer crosses cracked and withered lips, he slows his pace taking the time to enjoy the screams of his unfortunate victims. Narrowing his eyes he considers looking for his old haunts but decides that the past should remained just that the past, dead and buried, just as he once was
Dead.... He thinks to himself. Dead? no merely dormant his head swims with the dreams and visions that haunted him ins his death like sleep. Dreams and visions that even now haunt him, the visions of that time long ago when he was abandoned and left to die by one that was his mother. Found at the trunk of the tree of souls but by who?. "what matter by who" a voice suddenly enters his mind causing him to look around wildly like a madman. What matter indeed? he thinks to himself as he continues walking.
Looking around once more he thinks to himself why must i be tormented even now by my past? Furious now that he would allow such things to bother him now he presses on intending to make his way through the town hoping to be distracted from his thoughts, even if only for a short time. He suddenly comes upon what appears to be a club of some sort. Laughing to himself as he reads the sign. "An appropriate name one as good as another", he says to himself as he slams his way past those "poor souls" lining up trying desperately to be let in. Even the creatures "working" on the doors do not dare stop him. Not that they could anyway, he thinks to himself laughing as their eyes burn inside their head which allows those in their lines to force their way past half trampling the door security.
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Kain
May 21, 2007 at 5:11 am
Sitting behind the braod mahogany desk, a cigarette allowing its silverish smoke to rise curling slowly clasped betweeen slender, perfectly manicured digits, his dress unsuited to the meieval time frame in which he currently existed, but then again kain had never felt the need for the slavish following of protocol, and after all the black denim jeans and silk shirt complimented his figure so perfectly, why go back to coarsely woven clothing, when he could exist in comfort. Midnight eyes seemingly to stare ahead at nothing but in reality his concentration was bound in auspex, studying each and every entrant to his establishment, pondering those who may as yet not survive the night. A presence felt, a disruption in the flow of energies, also and possibly more imortantly disrupting the inflow of the nights menu had his slender body risse rapidly, cigarette extinguished in a heavy marble ashtray.
"Now indeed there is a presence I have not seen in some time, but still he should be more cautious in his entrance, after all, we like our menu fresh and unfrightened." Six strides was all it took for him to flow out his office door, the motion smooth and graceful like a dancers sinous movements, the door clicking shut behind him as he swept out into the smoky noisy halls, throwing a bum over a balcony wo had the audacity to touch him as he passed. Sweeping down the long balistraded staircase to enter the main bar area. Walking over to the cloaked figure, Stopping merely a foot away... "I do believe I know you, in fact if memory serves me right I was present when the goddess returned you to life... Tanthis" he said snapping his fingers to the barman... "A bottle of our finest, now..." then turning back to tanthis... "So what brings you out into the world... It was my thought that you were settled and would remain where you were."
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Tanthis
May 21, 2007 at 6:50 am
He turns briefly back to the door to admire his handy work, then stiffens imperceptibly and turns as he hears a familiar voice, "Ah yes, Kain you were indeed present when i was.... brought back" he grins as he senses and indeed enjoys the fear he has caused then shrugs almost apologetically. Just as suddenly as it appears his grins fades as his expression darkens.
He walks over to a corner of the room that reflects the darkness of his brooding indeed the very darkness that resides within the very bowels of his existence. He sits down and accepts a bottle of the establishment's finest.
He sighs as his mind turns once more to the memories and visions that haunted and even tormented him in his sleep, "as for remaining in my former dwelling i thought it time for a change", a quick glimpse would reveal only the smallest hint of the insanity that overtook him long before his demise. He looks Kain in the eyes as if weighing his words carefully, "tell me Kain what do you know of my past? of my Origin?" he snarls though the snarl is not directed at Kain as the rage he felt the first moment he learned of his true origins threatens to overtake him.
Furious that he has again allowed his emotions to get the better of him, though his his voice remains calm and even it is only the flaring of the black flames that reveal his rage and hatred. He momentarily forgets that he is talking to Kain as the memories and visions of his past appear right in front of him though he alone can see their contents. He then snaps out of it and shakes his head in apology for his outburst though no words are forthcoming.
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Alexa
May 21, 2007 at 10:45 pm
Alexa woke on a bed of silks, dressed in a gown of satin. Her sleeping gown was more elaborate than most clothes her memory had of her owning. The crimson setting off the ivory procelain of her skin. Sliding from the bed and padding on silent bare feet to the dressing mirror she notices it compliments the crystalline blue of her eyes as well as the ruby tint of her lips. Her silver streaked ebony hair cascades around her in a jumble of sleep tossed tresses as she turns to see the vision before her. Her lips move silently as she mouths curiosity to how she got here.
She remembers walking thru a shimmer in the woods and arriving in a place so vast and full of evil and lust and seduction that her empathy overwhelmed her. She remembered blood, and sex and death all rolled into one enormous feeling of pleasure and debauchery like nothing she had ever experienced before. And then a darkness of such depth it left a scream and feinting as the final more current memories her mind held.
She shuddered remembering and tried to remember the face to go with the one she saw before the darkness had swallowed her. The eyes that looked down on her as she lay in the sticky black pools of darkened spilled blood... the arms that lifted her and the legs that carried her half conscious body away...
Slowly the details came to light and in an instant she whispered one word.... "......KAIN........."
As she did so, she felt a thread within her mind tug and go taunt. She suddenly knew exactly where he was. She heard his awareness of her being awake and without another word went and removed the dressing gown to expose her perfect immortal naked body. She walked to the armoire where there was already a dress of deepest pitch was hanging. She bent first to retrieve the small box beneath it on the floor and moved back to the bed. Opening the box and tossing the lid aside, she pulled out a pair of barely worthy thong bottoms with gems along the Y in the back. Slipping them on she settled them in place and pulled out a pair of sheer thigh highs in the color of the dress and panties. Sitting on the bed she slipped them up her long lithe legs one at a time and stepped to the dress once more. Sliding it over her head she let it settle on her body like a second skin before finishing the outfit with the black heels next to where the box had lain.
She felt his tug more urgently in her mind and she moved to the dressing table to don lipstick in the deepest crimson and a necklace of black diamonds with matching earrings. Twisting her hair deftly into a coif and securing it with a single black jewel tipped stick, she then exited the room and down the hall to the steps leading her towards the summons. As she passed thru one hall after another she could hear the music getting closer.
<<out of the house. She knew instinctively where to go and discovered a man holding a car door open for her as she exited. Stepping into the car she whispered along the thread in her mind as if a subliminal message was driving her. >>
It never occured to her that she was being danced like a puppet on a string, or that the man she called 'Mlord' was also the same man responsible for her downfall into this hellish nightmare from which she would never awaken. Nor was she aware that it was by his sheer will alone that the empathic onslaught that would once more drive her to her knees, if she felt it, was being held back. All she knew is HE was calling her and she had to obey...
... nothing else mattered.
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» Nightmares and Dark Visions/ the return of the dark one
Tanthis
May 21, 2007 at 3:32 am
A sudden gust of wind followed by a loud bellow of thunder and flashes of lightning, heralds the return of a Dark stranger shrouded in what appears to be dark shadows. Covered from head to foot so that only the black flames that were once eyes can be seen, Silence follows for a short time followed by the agonizing screams of those lesser beings unfortunate enough to set eyes upon him. A cruel unseen sneer crosses cracked and withered lips, he slows his pace taking the time to enjoy the screams of his unfortunate victims. Narrowing his eyes he considers looking for his old haunts but decides that the past should remained just that the past, dead and buried, just as he once was
Dead.... He thinks to himself. Dead? no merely dormant his head swims with the dreams and visions that haunted him ins his death like sleep. Dreams and visions that even now haunt him, the visions of that time long ago when he was abandoned and left to die by one that was his mother. Found at the trunk of the tree of souls but by who?. "what matter by who" a voice suddenly enters his mind causing him to look around wildly like a madman. What matter indeed? he thinks to himself as he continues walking.
Looking around once more he thinks to himself why must i be tormented even now by my past? Furious now that he would allow such things to bother him now he presses on intending to make his way through the town hoping to be distracted from his thoughts, even if only for a short time. He suddenly comes upon what appears to be a club of some sort. Laughing to himself as he reads the sign. "An appropriate name one as good as another", he says to himself as he slams his way past those "poor souls" lining up trying desperately to be let in. Even the creatures "working" on the doors do not dare stop him. Not that they could anyway, he thinks to himself laughing as their eyes burn inside their head which allows those in their lines to force their way past half trampling the door security.
__
Kain
May 21, 2007 at 5:11 am
Sitting behind the braod mahogany desk, a cigarette allowing its silverish smoke to rise curling slowly clasped betweeen slender, perfectly manicured digits, his dress unsuited to the meieval time frame in which he currently existed, but then again kain had never felt the need for the slavish following of protocol, and after all the black denim jeans and silk shirt complimented his figure so perfectly, why go back to coarsely woven clothing, when he could exist in comfort. Midnight eyes seemingly to stare ahead at nothing but in reality his concentration was bound in auspex, studying each and every entrant to his establishment, pondering those who may as yet not survive the night. A presence felt, a disruption in the flow of energies, also and possibly more imortantly disrupting the inflow of the nights menu had his slender body risse rapidly, cigarette extinguished in a heavy marble ashtray.
"Now indeed there is a presence I have not seen in some time, but still he should be more cautious in his entrance, after all, we like our menu fresh and unfrightened." Six strides was all it took for him to flow out his office door, the motion smooth and graceful like a dancers sinous movements, the door clicking shut behind him as he swept out into the smoky noisy halls, throwing a bum over a balcony wo had the audacity to touch him as he passed. Sweeping down the long balistraded staircase to enter the main bar area. Walking over to the cloaked figure, Stopping merely a foot away... "I do believe I know you, in fact if memory serves me right I was present when the goddess returned you to life... Tanthis" he said snapping his fingers to the barman... "A bottle of our finest, now..." then turning back to tanthis... "So what brings you out into the world... It was my thought that you were settled and would remain where you were."
__
Tanthis
May 21, 2007 at 6:50 am
He turns briefly back to the door to admire his handy work, then stiffens imperceptibly and turns as he hears a familiar voice, "Ah yes, Kain you were indeed present when i was.... brought back" he grins as he senses and indeed enjoys the fear he has caused then shrugs almost apologetically. Just as suddenly as it appears his grins fades as his expression darkens.
He walks over to a corner of the room that reflects the darkness of his brooding indeed the very darkness that resides within the very bowels of his existence. He sits down and accepts a bottle of the establishment's finest.
He sighs as his mind turns once more to the memories and visions that haunted and even tormented him in his sleep, "as for remaining in my former dwelling i thought it time for a change", a quick glimpse would reveal only the smallest hint of the insanity that overtook him long before his demise. He looks Kain in the eyes as if weighing his words carefully, "tell me Kain what do you know of my past? of my Origin?" he snarls though the snarl is not directed at Kain as the rage he felt the first moment he learned of his true origins threatens to overtake him.
Furious that he has again allowed his emotions to get the better of him, though his his voice remains calm and even it is only the flaring of the black flames that reveal his rage and hatred. He momentarily forgets that he is talking to Kain as the memories and visions of his past appear right in front of him though he alone can see their contents. He then snaps out of it and shakes his head in apology for his outburst though no words are forthcoming.
__
Alexa
May 21, 2007 at 10:45 pm
Alexa woke on a bed of silks, dressed in a gown of satin. Her sleeping gown was more elaborate than most clothes her memory had of her owning. The crimson setting off the ivory procelain of her skin. Sliding from the bed and padding on silent bare feet to the dressing mirror she notices it compliments the crystalline blue of her eyes as well as the ruby tint of her lips. Her silver streaked ebony hair cascades around her in a jumble of sleep tossed tresses as she turns to see the vision before her. Her lips move silently as she mouths curiosity to how she got here.
She remembers walking thru a shimmer in the woods and arriving in a place so vast and full of evil and lust and seduction that her empathy overwhelmed her. She remembered blood, and sex and death all rolled into one enormous feeling of pleasure and debauchery like nothing she had ever experienced before. And then a darkness of such depth it left a scream and feinting as the final more current memories her mind held.
She shuddered remembering and tried to remember the face to go with the one she saw before the darkness had swallowed her. The eyes that looked down on her as she lay in the sticky black pools of darkened spilled blood... the arms that lifted her and the legs that carried her half conscious body away...
Slowly the details came to light and in an instant she whispered one word.... "......KAIN........."
As she did so, she felt a thread within her mind tug and go taunt. She suddenly knew exactly where he was. She heard his awareness of her being awake and without another word went and removed the dressing gown to expose her perfect immortal naked body. She walked to the armoire where there was already a dress of deepest pitch was hanging. She bent first to retrieve the small box beneath it on the floor and moved back to the bed. Opening the box and tossing the lid aside, she pulled out a pair of barely worthy thong bottoms with gems along the Y in the back. Slipping them on she settled them in place and pulled out a pair of sheer thigh highs in the color of the dress and panties. Sitting on the bed she slipped them up her long lithe legs one at a time and stepped to the dress once more. Sliding it over her head she let it settle on her body like a second skin before finishing the outfit with the black heels next to where the box had lain.
She felt his tug more urgently in her mind and she moved to the dressing table to don lipstick in the deepest crimson and a necklace of black diamonds with matching earrings. Twisting her hair deftly into a coif and securing it with a single black jewel tipped stick, she then exited the room and down the hall to the steps leading her towards the summons. As she passed thru one hall after another she could hear the music getting closer.
<<out of the house. She knew instinctively where to go and discovered a man holding a car door open for her as she exited. Stepping into the car she whispered along the thread in her mind as if a subliminal message was driving her. >>
It never occured to her that she was being danced like a puppet on a string, or that the man she called 'Mlord' was also the same man responsible for her downfall into this hellish nightmare from which she would never awaken. Nor was she aware that it was by his sheer will alone that the empathic onslaught that would once more drive her to her knees, if she felt it, was being held back. All she knew is HE was calling her and she had to obey...
... nothing else mattered.