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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:19:39 GMT
« Reply #90 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:11am » Sagacious Darkheart watched as the massive black stoned wall began to ripple he grinned alil as he liked this magic and would read into it he looked down to his wolf and patted its head softly and than took off towards the massive wall and stepped through the ripples and stood next to Nicola the wolf followed behind him and sat down behind them watching the where they came from just in case something comes in behind them Sagacious stands there stoned as he stares at the translucent soul lying there he swallowed alil as rage rushed through him but he wasn't going to kill her yet he wanted to know why she left him there that day he suddenly looked the sword of suffering and than spoke to Nicola "What is that? "His eyes concentrated on it he than spoke letting his link overwhelm the vampric spirit "Arise Alexandra face me like you did that night on the balcony"
Nicolaskaya Darklheart's dark eyes wreathed in nocturnal amber light were filled with flames of shadows and night.. She stood proud in flowing crimson silks overlayed with black lace, a regal youthful beauty, statuesque majesty of ancient breed, stood her ground as still as midnight before the looming, menacing blade keeping her eyes fastened to it.. In the darkness it hissed malignantly at her before her voice broke the silence..eyes upon the blade, her cheek turned to Gage as he entered the room behind her, she whispered low...
"Take her and go quickly.."
Her eyes of amber and black flames blinked once in the darkness hearing Gage ask regarding the sword.. She held her ground firmly not moving her gaze from it..as she answered Sagacious' question... " You must take her and return this part of her unto her body, resting upon her bed which lies within her chambers at Darkheart.. do this, and she will arise again... As for this which you see before you, it is Suffering.. Now Sagacious...you must go while the gates still hold... And I must remain here for now"
Sagacious Darkheart sighs lightly as he looks to the sword he reaches down and picks up the translucent soul and walks through the ripples and takes off in a blur of speed he was just as fast as Rage but that was for only one reason as he could not fly he was one of the vampires that couldn't fly his speed and strength and telekinetic were stronger because it made up for the weakness of him not being able to fly he was not able to also transform into a wolf he looked around his eyes piercing through the darkness as he could still see some of the underling demons staring at him through the darkness but they seem to never attack him his eyes no longer look towards the creature as he focused upon the portal his wolf moved just as fast its huffing and heaving alil behind him it gives a warning growl<c sagacious doesn't even stop running he bursts through the portal now moving quickly through the cemetery since the other portal had been closed he leaped over head stones he could still see the darkheart castle in the distance he rused didn't even bother waiting for the gates to open he leaped into the air and leaped over the gate and landed on the other side his wolf following right behind him he rushed up the steps and moved straight through broken door he broke he than rushed up the main stairs his senses showing him exactly where her body layed her bedroom door open before he even got to it he than rushed in and slowly layed the sprit on top of the body letting it drift into her body the wolf stood just inside the door and watched it as if awaiting for someone to follow them he than<c> again spoke to Alexandra he lightly touched her cheek with his hand his eyes studying her face she looked just the same as he saw her the first time he grinned lightly his anger slowly storing itself away he was still angry but he only wanted to see her wake
"Arise Alexandra face as you did that night on the balcony"
Alexandra Moroveston shudders whimpering softly. She wonders how the darkness had let her go.. trying to find it again she cries softly though no tears are left in her, her body more tormented than ever before, she hears the words and begins to flutter her eyes fighting against the calling of blood to blood and she calls to the one name... half forgotten... half remembered, ..... wholly loved though believed gone forever from her as she sits up >........... GGaaaaggeeeeeee __ 337-OOC ANNOUNCEMENT Daishar mar 17, 2004 1928
Hey guys, sorry for the OOC.
I'm currently experiencing CPU difficulties and won't be online for the next week or so. Please excuse the interruption, but I will be back for your continued worship in the very near future.
Thank you. God. __ 338-A Return dara_catrece_darkheart mar 18, 2004 1657
In between the island and mainland. Dara's journey seemed continuous between the two worlds. One she chose for it was what she knew, the other world was for those she loved.
Perhaps she should walk away from them all. The dropping into sleep of yet another sister brought Dara away from the island and back to this home where she spent more time with the ties of her family making them stronger. Though, she could hardly call what settled soon after the news depression. Although it wasn't something she normally took lightly. She had not seen a good many family members in quite some time. With the falling of others, Dara was undecided to be angry or just lonesome.
A new state of limbo.
She couldn't feel bad for people calling for the healing sleep, pretty soon, she herself would call for that. Until that time came, she would continue to seek out Shadow, since she lost track of her some months back. Romero was another problem that was growing ever quickly. The marriage of Pyriel was close at hand. Dara... as always Dara would most likely walk away than wish to see another marriage take place. For Pyriel though, Dara would sit through the troublesome little ceremony, even though she seen no real point to it. Someone new had come into Dara's life, but consequences as they were pretty much gave Dara the hint that the small slice of pie that came her way was going to be gone alot quicker than she supposed. Like always Dara would never pine for what she lost, kill them, torture them yes but never pine.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:20:01 GMT
« Reply #91 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:12am » Few wise words.
Perhaps the ravings of Darius had struck something inside of Dara not long before Shadow returned. The last conversations that were had, were unforgettable, however it was enough for Dara to take the second look around and wonder if she was just another liability or if she was in asset in a family.
However influential the words might have been. Dara had come to give her presence and let it be known that she would keep her own home on the mainland but for the time being do her best to remain with Pyriel while he prepared for his upcoming wedding.
A lost lineage.
The portraits that lined her galleries had forgotten all but one line that had spanned out over the years. The name was still fresh on her lips but there had been no sign nor sound of the twins in quite some time. She wouldn't call on them though. They always brought destruction and never on the outside. Their anger was always cast on the surviving family. Dara loved them but jealous rages had severed the threads that kept them in touch with Dara. A now dead husband was able to sleep well without the two un-notables who were more than willing to sacrifice their time in showing him a thing or two.. The infidelities that had reared their face in the marriage soon took its toll and Dara no longer trusted him or anyone else outside of her gender for that matter..
A time to write.
Dara took to the study and penned down just enough to answer a call long sent by her sister and send one to her love
"My Dear Family, Things are going as well as I gathered? I have much time in which I would like to sit with one at a time and listen to what has happened since my moving to the island for an upcoming event. My Dear Sea, It's been far too long since we've sat with each other. My Dear Crymson I wish to sit with you again. My Dear Shadow, come back soon I wish to speak with you. I have found out much these last months and need your guidance.
Always here. Dara Catrece. __ 339-back at last Lady Shadow mar 20, 2004 2359
As she walks back up to the castle she sences that much as gone on since she left.That more family has returned and some that might not be back.With a wave of her hand the doors slide open and as she steps thru them they close. She look around smiles as she feels the presence of alexa and heads up the stairs.She stops when she reachs the top of te stairs.She looks at the rift that has been opened and the small orb that as been placed in it.Not knowing where it leads to she softly chants and waves her hand over it. She walks up to alex room and looks inside.Its good to have you back my dear.I have something to go do, but I will be back.She smiles and close the door and heads for daras room, she softly knocks on the door. __ 340-to sleep or not to sleep Pure mar 23, 2004 0819
Her eyes slowly open noticing the dust and cobwebs now hanging from the bed curtains....she rolls her eyes groaning softly before closing them back and disapearing back into her own mind and tormented dreams.......
OOC well the move is done....monitor was shattered and soemone must of dropped the box cause hard drive rattled after...toke a while to buy new equipment....but is trying to read to catch up so give me a yell if you want me to join in....after all .....shes just playing in dreamland......weather its her own or not im not sure yet....... __ 341-Aquisition of Power... A Lure Nicol mar 24, 2004 0010
Her dark eyes wreathed in nocturnal amber still were filled with flaming shadows of night.. Standing her ground in flowing crimson silks overlain in black lace, the regal beauty stood still as midnight before the looming, menacing blade ..her eyes fastened to it.. In the darkness it hissed malignantly at her before her voice broke the silence..eyes upon the blade, her cheek turned to Gage as he entered the room behind her, she whispered low... "Take her and go quickly.." Sagacious entered behind Nicola, and at her bidding, lifted Alexandra into his arms and withdrew her to safety.. . Nicolaskaya remained…. She held her ground firmly not moving her gaze from it .. Alone now in the darkness, she approached the hissing iron… Force of will slithered forward on tendrils of psionic path, encircling the blade .. wraping ever tighter in tenacious greed of her will, strangling any and all freedom of movement.. the will of the dark empress overpowing the iron bound entity within, stifling it a suffocating binding… bending it to now to HER will.
The timeless youthful beauty, wreathed in the palest of dark auras, reached up and outwards towards the pummel of Sufferings iron prison ..her opening palm revealing in glowing crimson , a circle of seven glyphs of power illuminating the darkness.. Stoic eyes alight with amber corona and filled of blackfires set ablaze by iron will centered upon the sword as deceptively delicate alabaster fingers curled about the pummel… then tightened into a willful hold …The daughter of Lilith and Belial took the blade into her sole possession uttering a single cursed sentence..
"Thy shalt serve ME now!"
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:20:17 GMT
« Reply #92 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:13am » In a moment the blade was withdrawn, and slammed into scabbard at her waist... and she turned with a spin..now leaving the now vanquished illusion .. the room that was, was no more is now left behind.. Destination ...Home... The Castle DemonsHeart..
With Suffering in her tow at her belt, she knew it's servant, Drake, drawn by his master, would not be far behind.... She would await his arrival in Varloorni, Castle Demonsheart... __ 242- [OOC] Daishar mar 25, 2004 2111
Sorry for the OOC ... again.
But, I am back.
Worship may resume. __ 343-Alexa awakens Alexa mar 25, 2004 2135
<<sorry all, roomies bailed on me, its been hard here lately, will try better to keep up... anyone in central cali need a place to live... lol>>>
Alexa had heard Gae's bidding to rise. Something within her spoke of betrayal, her betraying him. She figured it was another one of Suffereing's tactics and knew she should let it have its way because whatever punishment it doled out would not be any worse than what Gage would truly wish to do to her when or if she ever saw him again. Perhaps in this she might speak her mind and die in peace.
"Gage..." She opened her eyes sitting up and saw him there beside her. "I am sorry Gage, for all I did for I put you thru. I figured Serenade would be better fit to raise you. I remember I thought I had betrayed you in turning you, forgive me mlove..."
Tears she didn't know she still had began to fall to her cheeks. "Forgive me, Mlove... my heart broke the day I left you. Do as you desire for my life is now in your hands."
She rose to reach for him and fell to her knees. Too long without blood and too long without movement had left her weak. As she fell she caught herself with her hands and tilted her head up to gaze at him wondering what would befall her now. __ 344-Ooc. Dara mar 31, 2004 1241
Hi everyone, I finalyl got my email working properly. __ 345-Oh twisted fates Sagacious may 5, 2004 1408
Sagacious sat there in the chair next to Alexa's bed awaiting for her to awake why he didnt know he really didnt want to hear her pleads or sorries more than anything he wanted to kill her but after sitting there for hours watching her lay there helplessly He let out a small sigh as he figured that he will not do what he came here to do he didnt want to kill her for many years he thought he did His wolf slowly walked up and sat next to his right side Sagacious right hand lifted and slowly pet the animals head he than heard Alexa move he stared at her as she arose and started spilling her heart out to him it hurt his ears he didnt want to hear her sorries for leaving him like she did but he listen known the less and watch as she fell onto her hands and knees infront of him He shook his head lightly and slowly stood bending down he picked her up cradleing her within his arms he than layed her back into the bed and slowly reached down to the nightstand next to her bed and pulled up a bottle of blood he slowly put the tip of the bottle up to her lips and spoke one word"Drink" __ 346-Re: Oh twisted fates Alexa may 11, 2004 1807
As she fell to her hands and knees she saw from the corner of her eye, Gage begin to bend towards her. Closing her eyes she felt sure it was Suffering about to deal her death right then and there. But as Fate would have it, she was lifted in caring arms and laid once more on the bed. A drink of wyne was set to her lips and his voice spoke softly.
"Drink."
She did so obediently but then glanced up at him as if seeing her childer for the first time just before she managed a feint whisper. "Gage... please... tell me I am not dreaming? Are you here to kill me as I always feared you would someday?" She tried to sit up and only managed to scoot a bit higher on the pillows. Still unsure if this was truly her childer, her lost beloved returned to her, or some twist of her mind still int he abyss of hell...
... she would know soon enough.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:20:34 GMT
« Reply #93 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:14am » 347- How to explain Sagacious may 15, 2004 1337
Sagacious slowly sat down on the edge of the bed next to Alexa.With his right hand he slowly brushed some of her hair out of her face as his pericing black eyes stared within her's. He heard her questions and he could see the puzzled look on her face obviously suffering did some damage to her. He thought of some way to explain this to her without confusing her while he thought he took the wyne bottle that he let her drink from and took a swig himself. He cleard his throat lightly as he looked back to her setting the wyne bottle back down on the night stand next to her bed. He than began to speak clearly." I searched for you for years and had been planning to kill you as soon as I found you." He looked deep within her eyes and she can see the anger and sadness within them. Which she is the one that put that anger and sadness there." When I finally found out that you were here I came to do what I always wanted to do take your life but when I got here you were not here you were kept hostage by some sword name suffering I followed your friends into hell to pull you out" He frowned alil as if confused for a moment than with a sigh he continued. " Why I helped save you I really dont know and why I am spareing your life I have no idea maybe when I saw how helpless you looked laying in this bed but I am going to let you know I will never forgive you for what you did to me." He slowly stood and sat back down in the chair next to her bed." Now rest you must gain your strength back" __ Re:How to explain Alexa may 23, 2004 1853
Sitting up she reached for his hand.
"I may not be able to undo what I did in the past. But perhaps I can show you once more that I AM a Sire to you and perhaps help regain the friendship and careing we had. I know its too much to ask you to love me again, But please... Hold me till I fall asleep. I don't want to be alone. I am beginning to realize now this ISN'T Suffering's doing, but you are really here. Hold me and remove all doubt Gage.... Please..."
She bit her lip, an old habit from even before she knew you. And something in her eyes showed she was sincere. She cared for you still and feared being alone more than anything else in the world right now.
Some thing you also know was hard for her to admit. __ 349- - From Portals Within Dissonant Night- Darkheart Throne Room (From Demonsheart) xaelucretia_morrigu_shadowheart jun 3, 2004 0335
~Through dissonant night and distorted mirages that gyrate in shadowed vistas and undulation that throw wide the shadow gates that separate the worlds by gossamer veil and eldritch tide of Stygian sorceries that hold the mysteries from the prying eyes of neophyte dabblers-now manifests within the Darkheart glooming chambers of a half shadowed sanctum of the Tremere Family, the gyratory vortex unraveling its archaic filaments within the atmosphere creating the ambience of darkness and shadow-a penumbral gateway first rendered from the destruction of the Demonsheart Realm where Darkness now reigns eternal, nevermore shall that city glimmer, and so it was that the bedazzling and splendid; not since the sinking of Atlantis was the fall of a realm so sorely lamented. Before she could continue with her providence, sanctuary had to be sought for Nicolaskaya and the others until the Shadow Runes were activated and the gateway was prepared for the crossing-over from lineage to lineage, acquiescence had to be sought from Baalthus-her Father.
The veil of mists and shadows had parted, the mirrored portal shimmering in a writhe of shadowed cerulean flame, a lambent vivacity far colder than the wintry surface upon which it dances, the empty throne room of Darius where nothing but smoldered ebon-scales rest near the message engraved into the floor where her eyes had once scrutinized before she had left for Demonsheart. Tendrils of frosted zephyr billow at the presence of the portal opening, the black emulsion churning like the midnight ocean of Lethe lapping mortal shores against black mirrors where the seer foretells the most fog-swathed mysteries of the apothecary and prophesy-no sound would emit through these din-lit walls that whisper like faint silver bells of enchantments, the residue of mana here was weak-and in fact this place seemed more dead than the magnificent realm in which she had cast asunder to the abyss and the Blood Sea of Ishtar. Originally Storm had found little interest here and that would not change, it had seemed to her the only worthwhile beings that toiled within these walls was Kendra and the Justicar-the rest were unworthy of notice and thus that would remain so, unchangeable.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:20:55 GMT
« Reply #94 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:15am » Her lithe svelte physique would emerge before the others having gone incorporeal and had slipped past them adeptly-now she steps in full leather cladden glory, grandiose in stature and curvaceous exquisite contours clearly visible by second skin of leather fitting every camber so licentiously sinuous, physique marked by the lustful curvatures beneath coat billowing like a murder of ravens in fugue, moonlight blonde tormented tresses had already began to darken from the transmutation of metamorphosis to blood stream inundation which made her vitality escalate to ascension-senses were far surpassing normal boundaries that she had previously-gnarled tendrils whipped about her as she stood momentarily in the mouth the gyrating vortex, gnarled caresses at play with those soft darkening tresses. Dark-liquored trappestine eyes beaming with pure malevolency, reflectionless with cold emotionless stare-exacting obeisance her gaze holding a séance of spirits too trapped under cold mirrors to commune now exhumed by those Scrying eyes dancing so macabre in evisceratrix nefarious delights-a requiem etched and bloodlust tainted by the darkness yielding and fermenting within such picturesque and exquisite vision-darkly striking, fatal beauty rare like the Black Lotus of Set-the very scent of death, decline and beauty fuming within the very imbue of that beautiful sacred flower softly fumigating within the oscillation of the air in gentle tenebrous tendrils entwining the diabolical shadows that gathered in the depths of the room unlit and unstirred by the overture of candle din and the effluence of the shimmering portal, like a pool of black water and yet an eerie illumination beneath the surface seethes to stir the tranquil hypnotizing waters. Her saunter taken to ethereal voodoo guile, captivating in prowess and covertness so sleek in fluid movement and eloquent finesse… mellifluously sashaying until halting to the right side of the vortex in proud upright military stature-eyes cast firm to the entry into this room, crimson lustrous lips curving to display a slight smirk- such lips one could only dare to imagine the blackest embrace of the most narcotic malignity which conceal many terrifying truths never intended to be grasped by the woefully fragile mind of Man-never would they taint themselves upon the flesh of man to turn, only to kill-for cattle they are and cattle they shall remain.
To convert a mortal was the greatest felony a Vampyre could ever perpetrate, so many worthless upstart mortals had been turned-a plague upon the true Vampyric virtues-not only should they be subjected to `The Hand of Sorath' but so should their Sires, a task she had been granted for many centuries- A Templar to that very rationale.
Her left hand transcends to scabbard tracing along the elaborate hilt wrapped in elaborate patterns of Wyrm black and dark blue leather clearly visible from its resting place upon slender hip "Vex'Hel El- Eld Zod'Eth" a Daemonic glyph and bound Broadsword, once a servitude of Darkbane now a servitude to his true mistress…Storm. Digits adorning the weapon almost affectionately, long nails outlining the very clandestine symbols etched upon pommel, such runes she had become accustomed to quite well-knowing the conjuration formulae to summon the very quintessence's and dark epitome's of this primordial weapon.
Waiting…watching for the others to emerge from the black pool of the ether and abyss, tenebrous tendrils unleashed from her dark essence, transcending throughout the entire Castle and its foundations, through the very walls seeking any formidable energies resting within- caressing the psychic palls of all presently residing or slumbering-a slight chortle escaping from those crimson lips finding nothing of any interest or worth, except for maybe one who has sparked a slight interest with the psychic pulpits of her perpetual being…maybe he is the worthy one amongst the debris of weaklings that taint the halls with their whining and neophyte essences-Storm already knew Kendra was of true worth and nobility, D'aishar she was yet to become acquainted with… but found him to be quite worthy of notice and attention-but the rest, the rest very quite laughable. ~ __ 350- Leaving Sagacious jun 3, 2004 1500
Sagacious stared at Alexa for a moment as she asked him to lay down with her His eyes showed anger as he laughed at her "I'm not here to be your friend Alexandra Call apon somone else to comfort you"he just gave a evil smirk as he turned and walked out the bedroom he made his way down the hall away from her room he didnt look at anything in the castle it all bored him he just wanted to leave he made his way down the massive staircases his Wolf padding behind him He aprached the massive double doors that made the entrance to the castle and made his exit His cloak swayed lightly behind him from the wind that was blowing strong outside he slowly pulled his hood and made his way away from the castle slowly thinking of where he should go next __ 351-Rare Tendencies mobius_demonsheart jun 3, 2004 1854
Mobius steps out of the of premordial darkness of the portal, his eyes seem tentative on the floor as he brushes past his Emporess. His mind reeling over what had just happened. He looks back to the portal one last time, once again the thought crosses his head, is it too late? He shakes his head and brushes back his hood from his head. His raven black hair falls down over his face, his crimson brown eyes blazing through as glares at the ground. His fingers move to his side as he runs them over the symbols of Demonsheart on the hilt of his sword. The tension can be felt as it begins to build around him. Mobius begins to pace back and forth. His manner is neither calm or collective like one might expect from him. Neither is it contemplative or done in lack of patience. Instead, it is more the nature of angry predator ready to make his move. Mobius' palm runs against the hilt of his sword as he continues to pace back and forth. His calm breathing begins to take the form of a heavy pant. His body becoming uncontrolable much like his emotions. Back and forth, back and forth. His eyes darting around he finally grips the handle of his blade. As he turns, he unsheaths his sword quickly and charges toward the figure of Storm. Mobius full of the rage of what he has lost and what he blames for that lost he brings his blade foward, and rather than swing... he stumbles and his aura of anger all most as quickly as it started has disappeared and fills with remorse for his home, himself, and his thoughtless actions. His sword drops to the ground as his grips weekends and he falls to the ground before Storm, his Emporess. He falls to his hands and knees before her his eyes clenched closed, his breath is heavy, all most a pant. He pounds on the ground in front of her with his fist. After a moment he opens his eyes as a solitary tear falls to the ground. He tries to collect himself before his speak though his voice is shakey and unsure. "I apologize my Emperess. I feel I am not myself... I want to hate you for what has just happened... but I can not.. I can not raise my blade against you.. Forgive me for my actions." He bows his head until his forhead touches the floor and wait their kowtowing before her. Not knowing what to think of the situation before him or himself. He waits still panting from his emotions awaiting her word.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:21:21 GMT
« Reply #95 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:15am » 352-- Rare Tendencies- prt 1 lucretia (Storm) jun 3, 2004 2016
~Mobius was the next to leave the gyratory swirling blackened effluence of watery abyss,the portal.His form seeping from its depths like an awakening dark angel from the depths of languorous slumber,masculine physique cloaked to conceal the troublesome thoughts that brooded,effervescent fermentations beneath the facade in which for the moment he kept well hidden until hands pushed back the dark fabric revealing lustrous raven hair descending in fugue over his handsome features,eyes cast downwards like daggers to the floor-an almost solemn appearance yet something stirs...just by body language alone Storm knew something toiled beneath the surface of the Prince. Her stance shifted,dark-liquored eyes transcends to gaze and observe the actions that befall,her expression hiding the pain that consumes within her own epitome, (cont) __ 353- - Rare Tendencies- prt 2 Storm jun 3, 2004 2030
taking over in every molecule and cell,the burning almost to much to endure-yet complacent she shall remain...never allowing even a hint to be exposed. Right now concern was placed upon Mobius as his motion becomes erratic...back and forth like a caged animal,usual pace taking to the characteristics of predatory gait...tension arising into the atmosphere im amorphous ambiances staining the once seemingly serene area,now it grew to shadow...in reaction her stance tensed each muscle and tendon reacting to the vibes,plumes of hastened harsh breath from Mobius inculcating frosted silvery tendrils like fog drifting to night-tide. Back and forth,to and fro-her abysmal black mirrored eyes following him,every action and every gesture was taken to perception as psionic filaments uncoiled within the very quintessence of (cont) __ 354- - Rare Tendencies- prt 3 Storm jun 3, 2004 2055
extrasensory and the abilities of Auspex-Daemonic attributes now entwining with Vampyric essences which strive to smite the other,inner conflicts and turmoil begins as forces fight against the other...the screams,the death...it echoed through the centuries and now within the psyche. A flash of silver and shadow as sword is drawn and Mobius assailed,her hand previously tracing etched runes now froze,digits lifting away from archaic glyphs to hilt though not coiling around to unsheath her weapon-her hand remained suspended with inner struggles-she would NOT take weapon to Mobius...NEVER! Her stance somewhat shifted upon his advance,weight and prowess would be placed upon her slender legs,left leg slightly moving back-the sound of leather reacting to the strength placed within posture in a slight springing position. (cont) __ 355- - Rare Tendencies- Prt 4 Storm jun 3, 2004 2112
Mobius stumbles...the crimson aura of fury dissipating as quickly as it had surfaced and now the Prince falls to his knees before her,his eyes clenched as fist attacks the surface of stone,words unfurl...automatically she is there,her movement swift and fluid, genuflecting upon both knees before him as her lithe form rests upon stone-leather coat trailing across the floor,slender digits deftly moving across his fist that had pummeled the cold stones.Her fingers gently moving across his flesh in tenderness before she spoke in quiet subdued timbre only intended for his ears,the softest plume of breath would escape in the same frosted ambient vapour...a wraith toned sign before words would be uttered.
*You need not seek my forgiveness Mobius,tis your home you just witnessed fall.It should be I seeking forgiveness...(cont) __ 356- - Rare Tendencies- Prt 5 Storm jun 3, 2004 2129
But you see...I did it for US,I did it for us ALL...a new beginning away from old ghosts and shadows.I did it out of my love for you all and the pain and hatred I have endured for centuries.YOU deserve so much Mobius-I do not expect you to understand my rashness or severity in actions.You may hate me,but that would never stop my feelings for you and our family,you could take your blade against me for I would NEVER draw mine unto you...steel is for the enemy not for those we love. Your actions are justifiable,it is an emotional time for me as well...the task I had to do was not an easy one nor taken lightly-it pains my soul in all its essences and secrecies.But you deserve SO much more than ruins...your mother deserves so much more than painful memories...Do you not see,I did it all for us?* (cont)
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:21:56 GMT
« Reply #96 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:16am » 357- -Rare Tendencies- Prt 6 Storm jun 3, 2004 2139
Her exquisite features softly tremble as crimson ruby liquid pools in radiant blood hued shimmer to the corner of her left eye but quickly dispelled by the slender digits of her other hand,red vitae tainting the ashen ivory splendour of her flesh,fingers moving to scarlet lips to savour-tasting her own tears of lament and discord as weight is placed again to legs as she begins to resume to her feet. __ 358- - Rare Tendencies- Mobius jun 4, 2004 0009
Mobius looks up at Storm his eyes swollen with his own tears. He shakes his head at the words that slowly begin to sink into his ears. of course, How could he have been so selfish. That thought repeats through his mind as his eyes slowly move towards the portal. His hand slides easily for his sword, he looks to the symbol of Demonsheart on the sword. How could he have not seen beyond his own feelings? A prince, a justicar, he shakes his head as he stands. He sheathes this sword, but turns it so that the crest of Darkheart faces out. He tosses his head back his raven black hair falls back into place except for two stray tendrils that falls down over his eyes which took on a much calmer and controlled feature than that of the burning crimson trait the he had taken before. Mobius turns to face Storm his shoulders broaden as he square off to face her. He reaches foward bending his finger so that the back side would brush lightly against her cheek much like he had done earlier in the ruins of the castle of Demonsheart. He closes his eyes and leans foward so that his lips all most brushs her ears as he whispers. "My blade has cut the flesh of family and foe. But on my honor, I promise you the only blood it shall feel will be from those who threaten what is left of our kind." He opens his eyes and glances around without moving his head, "I do now understand why you did what you did, and in time I may thank you for it, but for now all I can offer you is my forgiveness and my apologies for acting so rash and.. for doubting you." He lowers his hand and lets it breifly run against her hair and he stands in his normal posture in front of her again and smiles in pathetic apology. __ 359- - Forgiveness- Prt 1 Storm jun 4, 2004 0117
~Digits trace along his knuckles as they both resume grandoise stance,postures and statures regained before the others would emerge from the vortex. Mobius taking to full broadened stance adjacent to Storms,replacing his sword with the Darkheart family emblem facing out as faint din of candle overture flicks upon metal. A slight inclination in his posture leaning towards her as finger ever so gently traces contour of ivory cheek,his lips uncoil whispered words as breath strokes against flesh-caressing as dark eyes close to listen,hearing each word as if they were uttered from a dream...many images flooding and twirling with her intellect.Flashes from the past,present and future incoherently blending in chaotic vividness...a long drawn inhaling breath taken deep to lungs and entering the perpetual void within before (cont) __ 361- Forgiveness Prt 2 Storm jun 4, 2004 0131
exhaling upon lingering troubles,icy plume pursuing the darkness in half-muted concurrence. She would ask nothing more than forgiveness for that is all that she sought,other than understanding-perhaps that too would come in its own due time...what time was left and whatever time was granted. The gentle stroke against darkening blonde tresses caused black opaque eyes to slowly awaken from behind divinest lids disregarding what visions she had foreseen...it all seemed irrelevant to this moment-things would come to pass,future events were unchangeable for the course had already been set in motion.For now,she enjoyed the gentleness bestowed from him...a moment,for soon she would be once again the subject of war and tragedy,tribunal and trial...she saw it all,even in that tender moment,his soothing touch chased away the (cont) __ 362- Forgiveness Prt 3 Storm jun 4, 2004 0142
nightmares that emitted from prophesy and insights...the gift of the dark oracle was sometimes more of a curse than an attribute. A faint smile would unfold upon those scarlet lips delicately tainted by bloodstained tears,the taste so sweet upon palate like a living fire-even it deemed to replenish energy that had been absorbed during enochian incantation and elemental activation...she felt drained and so weary but awaited the arrival of the rest,safe haven for them first...lastly she would think about herself. __ 363no post here
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:22:15 GMT
« Reply #97 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:16am » 364- Forgiveness Mobius jun 4, 2004 0209
Mobius' smile can not help but fade as he sees the tears start to form in her eyes. At that moment he forgets about the portal, the people, his surroundings all together and he steps forward toward her. His frame becomes less defensive and more welcoming as his masculine arms move foward around Storm lightly giving her every oppurtunity to pull away. Regardless of whether or not she accepts his warm embrace, his voice even though it is quiet, faintly above a whisper, remains calm and soothing as he speaks openly to her. "Storm, something plagues you beyond these occurances. All you need do is say it and I shall do everything in power to help you." His tone of voice slips toward the as if it sounds more of a request than an offer to her. His eyes do not deviate from her, his gaze has become a warm glow towards her. Mobius raises his hand and reaches for her cheek so he may brush his thumb beneath her eye to wipe away the tears. He smiles lightly to her in an attempt to raise her spirits even if it is just a little. Mobius whispers once more to her in the same manner as before. "Once again I must apologize if I am out of line but I must ask what it is that plagues you." __ 365- A Warm Embrace To Calm Thy Tormented Mind Storm jun 4, 2004 0554
She does not move away from his embrace, nor does she care of any repercussions from the touch, regardless of the nature of the hug-she finds comfort in the mere gesture and action, there had never been anything between these two and likely never would be-but she would not turn him away when he has opened himself to her, and likewise… none had ever witnessed a tear within those profound spell-binding eyes nor seen her quiver to an almost sombre depression in which slowly engulfs her now, but she would not divulge such tainted scenery poured forth from premonitions and blood drenched scenery…the truth in the matter is he couldn't help nor would she ask, to involve Mobius would be the unimaginable and unthinkable, so silent she would remain. Slender arms would fall to her sides, rigid almost wanting to return the embrace but uncertain of the protocol or his acceptance of her return affections, if he would be unwelcome to her embrace so her hands remained to her svelte sides adorning the leather of her coat, sensing the coldness of the fabric unto the palms of her hands. His words spoke true, but she would not comply but rather deny such visions and lamented portends-this would be a cross she would bare alone….it is the way it is meant to be, the stones had been cast to darkened days-but perhaps they wouldn't she only saw flashes nothing fully detailed….just brief revelations. His words spoken, entered her mind so serenely…his arms around her comforting as she leaned more into that embrace, letting her mind drift away from the nightmarish images and horror-she had seen enough of war, but only that she would be greatly at risk…the trail would be merciless and to surrender herself to such charges could be her undoing. She blocked this however from being seen, locked behind a defensive psionic wall and camouflaged clandestine veils. His hand so delicately adorning her visage wiping away a solitary tear before another finds its way to bead and stain flawless perfections in crimson fragile streams. She would return vocal accentuations, her tone beguiling the true natures within cadence and profound enchanted tones, reassurance would be the main aim but whether or not he believed them would be his foresight…
"Iam fine Mobius….just weary, so very tired….that is all it is! Other than emotions being stirred earlier…Iam not used to such things stirring within me, for so long I have felt nothing, and now it all floods back to drown me. And I don't know if I can keep my head up from going under. That's all it is"
Her words would sound as if they were spoken true, but if he really listened with all perceptions he would know probably that it is just a frontage after all Mobius is no fool nor shall he ever be considered as one in her eyes, just that this is a matter that only she can take part in, for destiny beckons and there is little she can do but comply for her father's life was at risk, she didn't care of her own-that would not matter. She would do what she had to and face all consequences and repercussions. A faint smile ushered upon the touch of his hand, she would not move away from him-nothing would tear her asunder from this moment.She found a moments peace and solace, sensations she had not felt for so long, a warmth breaking amdist the winter's blizzards and wintry graves that she has endured-she had felt almost dead, but now she had felt more alive than what she ever has, she felt like she mattered- something that would never leave her mind and heart-this would linger forever.... __ 366- Irony Returned Raethgir jun 5, 2004 0308
~The world had seen brighter days and better days, the families of all have always and will always see better days. But alas, the world must go on, as well as the people, but memories will forever remain.
Within the darkheart castle, beyond the black liquid portal of Mobius and Storm.. beyond the walls that confines it, within a small room, the conservatory.. the small garden... the shadows of the realm twist and bend, they darken and distort, the sun roof... closes off its light, the windows freeze over... ice begins to grip the walls, the ice upon the window freezing as if walls, ceasing all light within the room... as the freezing air of the room wilts the flowers of the conservatory. They freeze beautifully... frozen in time...
Now, within the dark room, the shadows swirl into nothing... swirling into the darkness... swirling uncontrollably, as birds into oblivion.. within the frozen room... a crimson glow....
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:22:36 GMT
« Reply #98 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:16am » The windows... the ice upon them begin to glow... dull, but then bright, as the shadows slowly stop swirling, the darkness beginning to fade, as crimson light lights the room... the world returning to reality... reality coming back into place from the small room... now... within the room, a slit in reality... a swirling crimson portal... a slit in time and reality..
Exit... Raethgir now stands silently ... looking at the frozen room.. covered in ice.. Raethgir's dark lips coldy smile as he looks around.. his eyes bright green... watching the never moving flowers, the frozen roses and lilies... The crimson portal behind him... slowly fades... leaving nothing ... but the room and Raethgir...
Raethgir silently stands gazing at the room... frozen in ice... cold... his smile widens.. knowing... the transformation has begun.. he will soon become what he had been growing himself into... he will soon become the king he wishes to be... but lonely.. As his stare never leaves a single rose.. his bright green eyes slowly fade... his eyes slowly fade for a moment... now... before the frozen garden.. his body bare and nude... he opens his arms slowly, his runes glowing crimson, lighting the room barely with little light, his eyes come back into being.. his iris' icey blue... pale. His skin pale and icey..
He smiles lightly and he runs his fingers through his raven strands.. His eyes move as he feels others outside... He then slowly kneels, his eyes closing, his runes soon die as well.. and instantly the hue returns.. but now... icey blue... pale. Suddenly his runes lightly flash.. and as the bright flash fades, the room as returned to life, unfrozen.. he stands clothed in his usual dark and black leather pants and vest... his feet bare to the icey floor... he then turns and opens the doors into the next room...
.. unexpected .. Raethgir enters slowly, his eyes had been watching the floor beneath him, but his eyes rise to find Mobius and Storm... embracing one another comfortably... his feet stop suddenly as his joyful expression fades.. his dark smile leaving... his icey blue eyes resting on Mobius and Storm.. his eyes narrow...
... Had it come to this... turned away from... left... discarded... .. he waited.. for so long.. in his painful thoughts... his painful memories... to be discarded.. to be set aside and forgotten.. to be turned away... to be stepped away from.. to be without a single touch...
... and now... after the decision had been made... another had cometo embrace her closer and more than he had even wanted... His eyes close and his face turns to the floor slightly crooked.. his fists lightly clench but then slight away.. his head rises.. and watches ... his expressions dead... suddenly... as if his hair had been highlighted... white streaks appear within the strands of his hair... the transformation was quickening by the moment...
Raethgir... turns and walks from the room... his feet finding the steps... the stairs... he walks slowly and calmly expressionless... until he finds the room of Alexandra... he finds her resting in her small chamber.. he slightly kneels to her bed, beside of her... His hands slowly grab hers and he slightly whispers... "you shall find happiness.. you will find it... do not fret... do not chase happiness for happiness chases us.. there is no need to chase it... it will find you... now rest... we will speak later... " He slightly kisses her hand... his hands so icey cold to touch, but his skin feels the warmth from her body.. and slight grin appears upon his face, but he never looks upon her face.. never... for the haunting of another... he stands slowly and walks out from the room...
Now walking down the long corridor... his steps against the cold stone floor... become slower... and with each step... the floor becomes colder... ice appears around each foot print... his face once again expressionless... he continues to walk.. his being becoming colder... icey... ... ...slowly the air around him thins... and the world slows for only a moment as his runes shine a bright blue hue... as reality bends to his will... time slows in the distortion as he appears outside the keep... within the cemetary he once found peace... as time returns to normal, reality returning.
... he finds himself resting upon the stone of a slave girl... slayed by him... he had fed upon her... once... he lightly smiles... his smile always so dark and cold... icey now... cold and deathly... he slightly crosses his arms and legs.. resting there and he softly speaks to himself... "upon cold graves i stand without..."
... around him the ground becomes icey... the entire enviornment of the cemetary changes... as reality bends for a moment... the ground becomes thick with snow.. only the area of the cemetary becomes a world of snow and ice... a frozen reality within reality... and there rests Raethgir... sitting upon the cold stones... upon his frozen throne.. .. without.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:22:55 GMT
« Reply #99 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:17am » 367- Destination Unknown lord_mortian-ruthven jun 7, 2004 2110
Entering the portal, though not having any idea where it will take him, Mortian becomes aware that it was through an anomaly identical to this that he arrived in this land, how he created it was still a mystery to him, sorcery was never one of his strong points, but still the familiarity of the experience gave him solace, even though in all truth, though he would never reveal it, he missed his brothers and missed his homeland, try as he had to utterly destroy it and as hated as his very name was in Carpathia, it was more the sense of it being "his" land that he missed. Still there was no turning back now, he would have to live with his error, possibly forever, but that would be something time would tell, and as he stepped into that portal he realised it was atleast an escape from a place that appeared to be on the verge of being devoured by whatever natural force, or otherwise, had risen from the vast land that he'd wandered through to arrive at this gateway to, well, he had no idea where it was a gateway to, but he knew he would soon find out... __ 368- Awakened from sleep devlin_noctem jun 8, 2004 0230
: within the dripping damp musty caverns in which he called his sleeping spot he layed dormant and still for centuries. Wolves had came, beared their litters and left again leaving him in his dreamless almost abyssal trance of rest. He'd grown weary of life and had developed a distaste for living it alone. So there in the silence he lay, within a pit that had collected waters over the years and occasionally the blood of animals slain high above managed to trickle it's way through soil and rock to drip within the pool. For those that would look for him or look into the pool for that matter all that could be seen was the barest essentials of his face, though over time even those had ceased to be evident as dirt and algae made him more and more camoflaged with nature.
Sounds echoed within the lands now, civilization and the movement of man had made it's prints once more upon these not so sacred lands. Hoofbeats echoed loudly into the earth causing the pool about him to ripple with life, echoing it's discovery to his ears. Eyes of the darkest slowly opened from beneath pale lids, lips twitched with the slightest of smiles and muscles tensed slowly with the sheer thought of movement as once more the sounds of the living seemed to breath life into him.
Sitting up in slow almost sloth like patience he listened as droplets of liquid slowly poured from his skin and hair finding it's way back to the pool. Slowly raising his hands til they broke the surface he looked down, examining that which time had not seemed to touch, slowly wiggling his fingers, his ring glinting in the faint luminesence of the cavern. Looking about his lips slowly parted, strings of hair and plants seemed to block over his mouth. Wiping them from his face he took in a slow shallow breath, quivering as the cool breezes that funneled within these stone walls touched over his damp skin, and with this shiver came a echoing whispering that quivered over the breeze " I've awakened". __ 369- Frozen Raethgir jun 8, 2004 0253
~He silently sits upon the cold stone, the headstone of a slave. The snow that only falls around the small cemetary silently falls all around. His eyes watch the small miracles endlessly. His thoughts reaching beyond the soft material.
"Have i been a fool? Have I? .. how could I have only realized it now? I turned my back so long ago.. hurting so many, but one more than any other.. the one that has haunted my dreams for so long, haunting me like a dark angel... i saw mobius.. embracing her, comforting her.. " Raethgir smiles lightly. "I'm glad. Comfort is what she needs, her life has been hard... she has struggled for too long. She needs to be comforted and by Mobius ... i am glad."
"But still... even though i am happy for her.. i am angry with myself... i wish i could be the one comforting her... holding her and shield her from the world.. for only a moment... i only wish i could touch her face.. for only a moment.. yes... i am jealous i admit.. i so longed to touch the angel in my dreams... and when i did... that angel ... fled from me.. and yes.. i am jealous... a man not in search of that angel.. embraces her... caressing her cheek.. his hand touches the face.. the skin of my angel..."
Raethgir lightly rests his face into his hands... the tears.. breaking free of their prison..
"I hurt her so much.. in the past. I let my foolishness blind me.. it was i who turned and fled. Who betrayed her and left. I have cursed not only my name but my soul.. cursed myself and locked myself outside of her world... locked away from her touch... a mistake that i cannot change."
"my love for you... frozen in dreams.. keeping time perfect and frozen forever... when struggle or worry did not exist.. when time had stopped and we were together.. it was eternity.. "
Raethgir holds out his palm and lightly lets the snow caress his hands... his icey eyes close and he speaks slowly, ".. forgiveness i do not deserve.. or your touch.. i deserve to be frozen within my dreams.. to be haunted by you forever... i prefer to be frozen within one dream.. a dream of you.. watching your hair wave within the wind... watching you forever.. than to rather never touch you here... and never... ... forgive my .. my eyes... i was blind..."
He rests silently upon the cold headstone, his eyes closed and his hands crossed and holding his shoulders... he silently cries within his small world of frozen snow...
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:23:37 GMT
« Reply #100 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:17am » 370-Simple Thoughts Mobius jun 9, 2004 0041
Mobius walks to a wall opposite the portal, smiling toward the portal thinking of the embrace. He nods respectfully to Mortian as he seeps through the blackened pool of fluid into this place. He spreads his shoulder aparts so that they press flat agaist the wall his cloak spreading in the front to reveal his ivy decorated armor. Mobius bows his head to let his raven tendrils to fall down over his face, hiding his the child-like grin that remained amongst his features. His eyes move to his chest as he feels a warm feeling within the breast of his armor. His fingertips slide over his torso and rest against the center of his chest where he can feel the warmth. Mobius looks up to the other occupants of the room, relieved in the bliss that the light is not shining through his armor to where other would see it. Only he knows that the ruin on his chest is radiating it's deep crimson glow. His smiles remains knowing that there are only a few that would even know what that ruin means or it's function. His mind begins to recollect that day in Demonsheart when he stood before his mother and his uncle, Raethgir. His finger slowly traces the patern that the ruin makes under his armor as he dives deeper in to his subconscious. He remembers Raethgir being the one that bestowed these ruins to him and for that, he would never be able to show any show of gratitude large enough. His hand drops to his side as he looks up to the portal once more. So many memories are being lost in that darkness. But, it is for the best he reassures himself. His smile fades but only for a moment as he waits for the rest to come though. __ 371- Forceful Thinking kadynaeryn_demonsheart jun 9, 2004 0409
Everything had happened so fast, Forsynthia being pushed through the portal by his mother was the tip of the iceberg is what set everything into motion. Gentle senses were now in an uproar, not even knowing which way was up. What was going on with him? This was all so strange now, like he did not belong. The castle and everything was gone or that is how it felt to him. The main people were here though, Storm, his mother and Forsynthia, his love. What more could he have asked for. Where exactly was he though, the area surrounding him was pich black and he was having trouble peered through even this. Eyes shining brightly the piercing color of Asphondel, laying tricks with him that he did not like. He knew atleast that the ones he cared for were near just temporarily misplaced from his sight. Would he call out to them to show another sign of weakness or trudge through it so find him? He need to keep face for the sake of others that may just as lost as he is. Straining against his own body, he begins to walk around in the darkness feeling the walls with lithe fingertips as a guide to go by. Thinking that is was odd thatr everyone else had been placed in a rather relative close proximity of each and here he was lost to say the least..... __ 372- Re: Simple Thoughts vylrath_demonsheart jun 9, 2004 0410
~The silver pools tracing the very ground in front of him. His mind upon other things, as he came across that of an entrance of a split reality. Perhaps the wraiths within this place would take him in. Would comfort his aching soul. The bare feet moving over the rifts fluxuations that had become. His skin was paling within the setting of the sun. Still he ached..Vylrath no longer felt any more freedom than in the previous reality he came from. Even though it seemed that wings had been stripped from his body..to cause this undeniable pain, seemed to plague in every given vein he held. With the sound of the rift under his feet, and his head bowed, Vylrath pondered at this very moment, what was the very meaning to life anymore. Stopping within the very depths of this entry. Being reborn again, he caught glimpses of other beings having already entered through the split crevice given in the portal. The spiritual outline of his torn being seemed to shimmer then, become greater than it had before, and for a brief moment you could see the features, mangled and broken as twilight dusk. He came through, eyeing, leering and conjuring plots through that malicious brain. A stumble, a twist of his shifting energy. Eyes became known and fell upon Mobius, the Prince. Vylrath's Prince. He would never become insubordinate again. Or a traitor. Something awoke within, he felt pride, acceptance. Maybe he had been reborn as he stepped through into this new world. Strange world. A world he would never forget, and soon he vowed to protect it's very existance. Something occured then, something odd and astonishing. Vylrath came to the prince. He acted as a summoned beast. Kneeling on one knee, head bowed with recognition and a nonchallant tone that birthed only duty. He eyed him, no longer challenging, a curled smile appeared. He spoke this time, careful, watchful of his words so they didn't spill of acid and sarcasm of a young whelp.He leaned now. Against the cold stones of the castle walls near Mobius. "Something troubles you Prince? Or, are you perhaps just simply relishing in old memories brought from the dead." "I envy if that is the case. This place holds no meaing such as it does for you. For me, it is simply a new home I vow to protect." In his own way, he was calling a truce between the two beings. No more wanting to cause disarray. Chaos, misunderstanding. They were a thing of the past. He contemplated deeply, just how Mobius would turn these few words he shared around.~ __ 373- Prt 1 Perchance Storm jun 10, 2004 0853
~Such an embrace had lingered...perchance long enough...lingering more than what it should have,though not wishing to break from it but alas the time had approached. Each sauntered delicate step would capitulate to the next fluid motion within enigmatic guile-mellifluous sashay and predatory prowess would take her away from his warmth. In grandeur head ascended proud, tears had ceased to break opaque to crimson glistening...tears had fallen and enough had been discarded to past laments and regrets; to bitter days and those bitter days had been well spent. So much, desecrated and sacrificed...for what?...nothing? Rhetorical questions arose to ridicule, fluctuating...hypocrisy had once again sharpened its serrated double-edged blades to tyranny and subjugation in a single emaciated instant. (cont)
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Post by Admin on Feb 11, 2015 5:36:29 GMT
« Reply #101 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:18am »
374- Prt 2 Perchance Storm jun 10, 2004 0906
A bestowed smile gently forming upon those scarlet lips granting warmth to the visage of Mobius, a soft subtle chortle emits as he to recedes only to grace his form to cold granite wall-time further would not fritter to admire his features...the smile softens in an almost farewell expression as even dark-liquored eyes would dim to a rime-hue; an effluence like pure crystal...prodigy quartz glimmering in the din of dancing overture, ghostic hues that soon again would surrender to taint of darkness. A night of starless brilliance as hours fleet to midnight where winter winds are borne to unfurl far colder shadows, silhouetted by the portent of haunted moon coveted by gossamer vaporous veils. She would not depart by portal as planned; things have changed and for the worst-graven. (cont) __ 375- Prt 3 Perchance Storm jun 10, 2004 0924
Pivoting upon gesticulation of heel so agile she would riposte to confront the main throne room doors...taking step to brisk pace she would disappear in fugue and black leather...sleek and sinuous in torrents of darkening blonde streaming to such flowing eloquence-she would look behind upon what she leaves nor those who cross the threshold of pooling vortex; to savour the instance that rekindled much within though the nature of such affection would remain ambiguous...perchance the condolence was desired from Raethgir; or perchance it wasnt...this would yet surface from the ocean of truths and awakenings...would she live to endure such blissful revelations...or would they slumber with her in torpor-though this torpor would be a tormented slumber...forced and not by will nor of want, she would much rather be held. (cont) __ 376- Prt 4 Perchance Storm jun 10, 2004 0943
Standing, now just within the entrance of the Castle looking out into the ink ebon hours of darkness, arctic breeze taking to provoke by wind-thorns in gnarled approach stroking ravening locks of hair that had moments before been calmed so amorously. Her head slowly shook as step is made forwards, boots trodding to ground and damp dew-glistening gems suffused with gentle moonfire...eyes briefly glancing to the cemetary, yes...she knew Raethgir was there just as she had when he momentarily watched the embrace. A thought stirred, maybe if he thought she had moved on...perchance...would it be inconceivable that she could?...would it be easier for him or for her to let go?...she felt such livid connections to others yet him so vivid and vibrant...that first touch in Demonsheart had rent sparked psionics, energy thrived (cont) __ 377- Prt 5 Perchance Storm jun 10, 2004 0959
Energy connected yet also conflicted, a slither of guilt shadowed...she had been harsh, but harshness keeps pain and further pain at bay; but her bitter words staked even her own heart- frosted fangs had driven themselves deep into the epitome, quintessence seeped in venomous Ichors blackening from clandestine lies, eyes grew dim to that direction...how she wanted to go to him...but...another path beckons in authoritive demands and accusations, the trial would be dealt swiftly- lies would be disguised in promises, tinted and beguiled by feigned honour...however, Raethgir meant so much more to her than mark him by the Sabbat- she can just only silently hope that indeed they were masters of their own destiny...was there any truth in such quotation? She turned away, head slightly lowering to greet the ground in sombre (cont) __ 378- Prt 6 Perchance Storm jun 10, 2004 1027
greeting...silent she would remain, hardly even exhaling a miasmic plumed breathed. She turns away...perception unleashed within the surrounding languid darkness as nocturnal pulse surges...a whisper stirs aloft of an awakening (Devlin), entwining the night with its herald; her grandoise head snaps in that instant to the direction in heinous accordance with its haunting timbre...ebon dark-Aphrodite orbs piercing through the folded fabrics of noctivity,Vampyric essences unfolds steadily...false lineage crumbles...the rebirth already begun. Eyes dart back to the location where she senses Raeth...the coldness almost crushing her heart like a frozen rose about to shatter but the beauty and love would forever remain in its wake...
Turning away, facing that voice (Devlin) and oblivion.
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Post by Admin on Feb 11, 2015 5:36:47 GMT
« Reply #102 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:18am »
379- A new beginning Devlin jun 12, 2004 0452
Slowly he slid from the pool of stagnant filth he'd called a resting place for only god new how long. Deep pools of darkness searched in the dim shadows of the cave for any source for the feelings he was being assaulted so violently with. His senses affire with those of one who felt the parting of ways with a loved one, one who felt the fool. Shaking his head Devlin ran his fingers through long thick black hair, dropplets of filth formed over each finger then were flung from where they deposited back into the pool as he muttered to himself " Life bears little change with time, the heart still gets broken... silence still is the loudest noise.... and the night is the birthplace of all things noble " Smirking slightly at his own last statement he looked to his attire.
Tisking at himself for ever allowing his image to ever become so tarnished with time he went about brushing himself off. Feeling only adequet after a time he made his way towards the enterance of the cave. The cool night breeze carried from him the dampness and soon allowed for his black cloak to billow behind him once more, Squinting as his form emerged from the cavern into a clearing of woods that boardered the area of mountain he resided in, he took in a deep breath of night air, allowing some to escape his lips in an echoing hiss along with the words " I know you hear me.... I feel many but you I can nearly taste..." His words but a whisper upon the breeze, he knew others would hear but one in paticular seemed to know him... or at least feel him. A woman, prideful in manner, wise in her ways, decadent and tasteful, almost cold in her caution though warm within. This is the person he felt.... the person who had practicly ripped him to conciousness with their enterance to these lands.. he wished to view her, but first, he'd give her the choice to find him... before he went to find her.
Looking about himself he shook his head, indeed how the scene and players changed but the plot of the play seemed to remain eternal. Seating himself upon the grassy lands near the cavern enterance he slowly took up the role of making himself a bit more presentable, time after all had been kind to his flesh....not his attire. __ 380- Both of them Alone... again Alexa jun 13, 2004 0130
Alexa rolled over after Gage left and cried herself to sleep. He had not killed her. Not physically. But his leaving hurt her more than a kife in her unbeating heart would have been.
As she slept, she dreamt Raeth had returned to her. Touched her. Told her he was alive and she should live as well. She let a single tear fall and tried to reach for him in her dreams.
Feeling the cold of Raeth's touch fade and opening her eyes to find him gone, she moves to the window and looks to the garden feeling the pain of his loss out there in the frozen night. Slipping on her robe, remaining barefoot and in her nightgown she walks out the back of the servant's rooms and into the garden and pauses as she sees one she has cared for for so long weep as if life itself had claimed him once more. She whispers softly. "....Raeth...." He is sitting upon the cold stone. His eyes open and look up towards Alexa, knowing her voice. His icey blue orbs frozen almost, his dark lips part and slowly speak. "Do not come any closer into this cemetary. You'll be frozen. Why are you here? You should be resting" Raethgir lightly stands, the snow covering his bare feet. His breath cold. He breaths slow. "Please... do not enter or you will freeze, please go back and rest." She pauses but does not leave."I will not go back till I know why such sorrow touches this place within you. I cannot in good conscious walk away when you are in pain, Raeth." Her voice cracks and she drops her chin almost whispering though she knows he will hear. "I have failed to many people too many times. Please... don't let yourself go this way." She looks back up with soft silevery eyes, and though shielded, he knows well enough she hides the feelings she truly has for him. Covering them up with the lesser emotion of friendship. Part of her heart knows she can warm him and make the ice of lonliness within him melt to a feeling of belonging, but she fears rejection and decides out of a sense of protection to her own heart she speaks to him in a way he can take however he wishes. "I care for you Raeth. For everythign you have done for me. Please... do not push me away now that I come to thank you." She holds a hand out towards him. __ 381- __ 382- True Revelations Unfurled Storm jun 13, 2004 1136
~The darkness, the irrevocable depths of such somnolent allure, such frozen glaze now shrouds this area as nightfall takes its hand over the peaks framing tapestries of thick sighing forests; twilight filled with Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in miasma and shadows which creep like violations amidst the soft bidding of swaying trees and heavy ladden boughs that groan in creaking timbres. Such vision delicately weaving with the oncoming darkness that etches itself `pon midnight of delicate night-tide hues and jeweled-flecked firmament glistening whilst the bitter moon prowls the clouds dead-eyed like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide; an eerie incandescent of morbid silver streams through gossamer vapors drifting within the inertia of velveteen shore. Staring through this inertia as zephyr entwines nocturnal fold unfurling beyond obsidian depths and ethereal veils; so softly in silvered philanthropy through inclining trees in sombre obeisance, the very wind sweeping tragedy into yet another tryst and unfaithful saga. Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the lamented and the damned she had seen Alexa ooze her way to him, quite ironic but its the way he has always been...unfaithful. She turned not wishing to stain her eyes further it was amazing how quickly one can turn when another arises to dote. Though this time she would not take part in such unloyalty.
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Post by Admin on Feb 11, 2015 5:38:16 GMT
« Reply #103 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:19am »
Another rent whisper [Devlin] barely flung above a whisper drew her attention from the meaningless and the worthless like a ghost to the haunts of man, melodiously subdued by barb-windsong and the nights haunted dissonance stroking this wintry eve as sharp turrets wed the jewel-forlorned sky, miasma coveting the ground in wreathes of scant arabesques highlighted by the soft silvery rays of moonlight instilling pallid life to such spectral vapors that calm earthen surface...her sauntered sway in ushered grace takes her leave to the forest in silent pace, no leaves nor twigs would break beneath her, for stealth had taken the form of darkness itself.
Indeed she is a stranger to this land, even that gentle zephyr that stirs the whispering leaves carries far diverse meanings than that of just placid wafts of air in soft coiffure through the bidding branches caressing fallen foliage in whirl-wind embraces that dance across the path in nymph-like waltz as melancholy din trickles through the canopy above casting silhouettes within drifting fog and lingering shadows that steal their way in a pulsating mantle over the dew-damp ground in which she treads so vigilantly, flitting with the shadows. And rightfully so, many things beguile themselves into harmless manifestations and nothing no longer is what it seems, and many things stir within this night; of Elders and omens- darker portents seeping through explanations that remain obscure, irredeemable...for courses are already set in motion, new paths awaiting to be travelled and back where she had come she meant nothing to nobody. Yet that whisper [Devlin] still resounded upon the frost bitten breeze as if soothing enticement employed to lure; and so perceptively she listened to every word, intonation and modulation- she knew not of whom this was only that his voice weaved within her mind like her sire once had, but she knew this was not Lucian...that bond had been severed centuries ago; when she had left in the dead of night- perhaps this too she shall pay atonement for...every mistake she has ever made seems to loom in dark clouds.
That faintest murmur like the brush of moth wings against mirror surface or the subdued melody of silver bells still caressed her psyche as she walks briskly along this illuminated path beneath halo of moonfire. The path progressively winds through willow boughs that arch overhead in groves like skeletal graves of tall sentinels sporting their importance with marble-grey wings spread across the sky like a vale of dreams, boughs in waltz so sibilantly outstretched to the gathering gloom secreting tracea filtered pearl flumes of Luna, unblemished in ashen bloom like a heavenly rose stirring aloft in the cauldron of night. Such a dark portent of beauty envisioning itself upon lamented eyes in enigmatic quietude, she still hears that voice upon drawing breath as if awakening from chthonian sepulchre and earthly slumber, the scent of soil filling acute senses. Dainty pale hands gather the opening of long leather coat, digits deftly fastening buttons to close her form from the wintry bluster-already she felt so cold within as mind extends hallucinations from the chill that grips her heart and the fever that boils within veins. Self-doubt seeped from the fissures of her soul poisoning the heart by blackened ichor effluence coagulating in toxic delusions; the pain within her stomach like daggers twisting...delirious she ventures on wishing to be further away...fighting the torments within for Raethgir will never tear her heart asunder again...her eyes widening to the manifesting forth, gyrating emanations wafting upon the otherworldly vapor in ethereal mannequins like nefarious premonitions cautioning her to stop and think about what exactly she was doing before it was too late...but stubborness and past events insures she presses onwards dismissing the images by a swiping motion of hand gesture pushing Raethgir away along with the visions, denying them and their obtuse and foolish apparitional warnings. They no longer meant nothing to her for all within the past had turned their backs long ago, love had long turned sour- loyalty curdled by betrayal...she meant nothing then and its the same as now; solution to simply walk away into the night...this beautiful night that calls within broken heart-strings like a dark siren luring her from ingrates and users, a world she knew...forgotten her to the darkness...and yet it is the darkness that welcomes her.
Following this path beneath the guidance of soft-filtered pastel illumination the forest seems to segregate into an opening, the path ending upon a knoll looking downward upon a valley so eerily lit by full moon hues catching its reflection upon the mirrored surface of a lake...shimmering upon the waveless waters like angelic accolades drowning within dismal depths. This portrait perfect to Storms ebon-mirrored eyes as they witness the splendor, mists slowly rising from the waters in beckoning wisps of effervescent glow of pearled pond-life, nymphs waltzing upon the midnight-tide as words unfurl from those profound lips, sending forth within the night in wraith whispers...haunting yet sweetly honeyed to engulf the darkness in clandestine speech, spellbound in meaning and reproach...
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Post by Admin on Feb 11, 2015 5:39:04 GMT
« Reply #104 on: Mar 2nd, 2013, 01:19am »
"For here, apart dwells one whose hands have wrought strange eidola that chills the known world of man with fear, whose graven runes in tomes of dread have taught what things beyond the shadows of darkness lurk and leer...Dark Lord of Averoigne whose windows bear on pits of dreams no other gaze could bear...dreams that soon become despair!"
Such words ushered to the scenery, her synchronization and lexis so eloquently fluid in fervent dirge pouring forth from broken heart and woven requiems that part to overwhelming sorrow...the timbre so angelic, beautiful in perfumed lyrics; exquisite in melody now flung upon the winds...given to night in forlorn libertime and over this breath-taking land as sway swept to voodoo down into the depths of the serene valley that bids in ushered sighing gesture.
Intrepid she is compelled no longer contemplating to turn back or look upon the nothing that she left behind...there was nothing to look back to with pride just acceptance of the facts and not the whimsy idealistic of shattered hopes...broken dreams, time so assiduously wasted; worthless causes and far more worthless quests...she wished it gone, all of it...the memory, the hopelessness of even caring where this journey unfolds...be it blessed death, so be it. At least not all of such travels were futile or empty, this place made her reach deep inside to search the soul and find true realization of the existence, it wasn't to satisfy others whims and commands...it was to be free, to be with Raethgir but he didn't want her; to ride the wings of the night and feel the breath of Death at the heels of the foe, or those who chain liberty to the heels of the hypocrite or narcissistic ego, fraudulent righteousness, stupidity nor vanity has ever won a war, nor fathered a worthy cause.
Truth can manifest itself in the strangest of places and the most auspicious times...why should here be any different from anywhere else? The question taunts her mind quite often as each fluid step follows another. Deliberation of the notions and the flashes of painted memories upon the screen of the mind...ponderings convoluted, complex to behold and audacious to be addressed formally to reasoning or absolute dismissal. Why worry about what cannot be changed, what is already inevitable and what cannot be reversed? Should not the path ahead now be the primary focus for where it leads is yet to be foreseen and what secrets are yet to be unfolded within the darkness...what mysteries are to be unraveled with that voice[Devlin]? Where does this path lead? What bids her from lamented thought and jaded by shattered dreams that ever so quickly ripped to nightmare; she drifted so lost upon the night-tide seas...drowning...unable to turn back due to realization that instantly awoken to intellect...
"How can one return when one does not know what there is to return to? He loves me no longer, not that he ever did...actions speaketh louder than words, I am the fool for look what I am reduced to...nothing!"
The thought and words etch into her mind like a dark revelation banishing the useless precious or cursed memories...again she halts, head turning 90 degree over left shoulder in a slow extended motion looking back to the direction already ventured, dark eyes reflecting like midnight pools finding solace that the path was no longer there only the soft swaying of grasslands combed by the motion of the breeze...the opening through the forest had been engulfed and swallowed by the dark forests that menacingly enfold the valley like gargantuan sentries, the forest swelling with thick miasma and swirling shadows...even the direction she could not determine due to the maelstrom of mind preoccupied with thoughts and not the course taken. Beneath leather her chest expands, nose inhaling that frost-bitten crisp air filling lungs then releasing upon exhale as warm breath collides against the cold air creating a flume of frosted breath tendrils that soon become swept by the wintry zephyr that still gently blows in soothing flurry, a sound of release not concern; a release of absolute pain trying to keep composure.
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