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| A Horrid Nightmare.; Private. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sat Jan 13, 2007 10:52 pm (218 Views) | |
| Ranewen | Sat Jan 13, 2007 10:52 pm Post #1 |
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It felt great as she rode, the wind brushing against her face, pulling on her hood, tugging on her cloak’s edges. How her hood did not stray from her head, she did not know, but it did not fall. Golden eyes stared out from the darkness as the ground passed underneath her feet, the scabbard tied to her belt hitting the black beat beneath her lightly, but not hard enough or frequently enough to start an annoyance to both rider and steed. Her hands grasped the dark mane in front of her, the steed wearing neither saddle nor bridle. She trusted the beast beneath her, and the feeling was mutual because the beast trusted the rider as well. Odd it was, for so dark a beast to be able to trust anything other than itself. Then again, the two’s hearts were almost identical—hard as stone, careless, free, and yet also full of hatred for almost everything that walked the earth. Ranewen stopped as she neared the small village, which held no outpost to allow travelers entrance or turn them away with either good or bad reasons. They couldn’t turn her away…she was a Goddess; should they have turned her away, it would have placed them on their own deathbed. She laughed aloud as she thought of that and then scanned the grounds. A familiar presence, there was, and she welcomed it silently as she led the beast to the Great Stables, stopping at the entrance and letting him continue on alone as she turned around and walked back out, her travel-worn leather boots thudding against the hard ground beneath her. It was winter, and her heart made it look as if it were summer; and at that simple thought, she threw her head back and looked at the sky above, with the stars glittering, and the moon half covered by clouds, and she laughed. It was unknown even to herself why she did that, but someone joyous was with her—but not in a light sense, in an evil sense; for some evildoing had yet to be done. Throwing back the black hood of the cloak she wore, it showed a pale face with golden eyes that made all the gold in the world seem to look gold. Her lips were as red as blood, and yet even from the cold her face did not flush as a human’s might. She wore a black tunic, that was kept about her small waist with a black belt, and underneath were woman’s pants, which were a dark gray and showed that she almost look emaciated, and yet she was still stronger than any mortal could ever have imagined. She drew the sword at her side, which shone brilliantly in the moonlight, and she turned about her and smirked as the candles about her seemed to light up, wondering what the noise was outside—wondering all of a sudden why their pleasant dreams turned to horrid nightmares that would include this upcoming event. |
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| Lánilmathién | Sat Jan 13, 2007 11:55 pm Post #2 |
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Woe was such a wonderful term when it came upon the deluded sensations of temporal beings such as Mortals. Restricted by time itself, these beings seemed to consider themselves...mighty. Noble? Just? Oh, if only they knew that the sins they committed had condemned them all at once. Their twisted sense of 'fate' and 'destiny' lied with those who could perceive them. Things such as human 'hopes' and 'aspirations' were also lost in the abyss that was mortal foolishness. Their deaths were eminent, especially with the power that resonated through the air, biting at the noses of anyone who dared walk through the crisp night air without protection. They fled. It was a wise decision, and if Lánilmathién had been in their shoes, she would have done the same thing –it was in her nature. She was a Sorceress now, with powers of the strongest Mages multiplied, her strength measured by her own will. Of course, being the twin of a Goddess did not hurt either, of course, but she did not rely on her family connections to place herself in the world. She worked purely on her own will, instinct, and power to get her through the world. Her wit had held her in tact until now, and it was certainly not the first time she had come to collect souls in such a strange area. Lánilmathién had collected souls for quite some time now, giving most of them to her Mistress –and close sister- and keeping others for her own use. Some of the more…potent spells required her own collection of souls. Her sister, and the darkness, did not seem to mind that she did this, and thus she became a known Soul Collector, as well as Slave Mistress, and even a Master Sorceress in her own right. She had learned that some of the more interesting Magicians in this world never made it passed the general collection of Apprentice spells. She was, apparently, quite adept as a Magi, if she made it to this round of power. Grinning lightly, the female ran her fingers along the crimson and onyx blade that was sheathed and held lightly within her hand beneath her cloak. She had always dressed regally, and even under the cloak she wore an emerald gown which flowed wonderfully, her black tendrils pulled up in a fashionable manner, and overall she appeared to be a princess. Charcoal lined her eyes, scarlet draping upon her lips and her eyelashes were brought out very extravagantly. If she did not hold a blade and scabbard within her left hand, it would seem as though she was a Queen of some foreign land instead of the wonderful Sorceress she was. Magic coursed through her veins, tugging lightly at her form as the silhouette of the beautiful female seemed to skirt the horizon. With a grin, the woman seemed to move with a speed that was not fitting for her gown, or the spike riding boots hidden underneath its folds. Pressing forward, she felt a familiar presence and only paused to consider who it was. It was quite obvious it was a being of darkness, but she did not think the being of darkness would be here. Her sister. The aura was much too familiar to actually be here, of all places, but it seemed as if Lánilmathién knew that she would be here –she had to be here. It would only be logically. Unless, of course, they had a third sister that neither knew about. It would be quite interesting to learn that the twins who just discovered they were twins turned out to have a triplet. Interesting. “Sister.” |
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| Ranewen | Sun Jan 14, 2007 12:34 am Post #3 |
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Casting an amused glance over to her twin, she nodded in a greeting and looked off into the distance and raised her hand, pointing the large sword in the direction of a well-lit house, one of the larger ones, and laughed slightly. “This place needs something to announce to the rest of the world that it still means something to someone such as us. What if it were made a sister town to that of Gloomwood? What if everyone here woke up tomorrow morning with the absence of their skin? Without a heart? Their soul stolen and being used to control them? What if we could make such a place as infamous as this our headquarters, unbeknownst to those in Taras and the likes? So ignorant are these mortals that no one would notice the absence of the traders that come from Kellen… We’d get away with it, I know. And it’s time that once more Imythess can be cast into a shadow, a darkness that swallows even the brightest of lights.” With the idea now fresh in her mind, Ranewen turned the large sword in her grip around, a deadly grin on her face as she rose her golden eyes to look at her sister. She heard voices behind the door that shielded the family from the outside world—perhaps they were fastening locks or discussing the nightmare they all had. It mattered not to Ranewen, although she could have easily heard their conversation if she so wished to do so. She’d rather play this out as if she were no Goddess. Perhaps she would have to transform herself into a different form with a different face, hiding her hideously strong aura that even the dumbest of mortals could sense. A blind and deaf man that would be better off dead would be able to sense that she was there—would be able to imagine what the person in front of him could possibly be like, even if he had never seen a thing in his entire life. Lowering the sword to her side, she stuck the tip in the ground as more or less of a leaning post, looking off lazily at the household that would sooner or later become the first victim of her plot. She could picture their tormented faces as their skin left their bodies, as their heart dried up and stopped pumping, their blood drying up and everything in their mind going blank. She laughed aloud once more in her twisted mind. She sent the pictures from her mind to her sister, so she could see her own idea, so she could assist her—and a grin spread upon those blood-red lips as she looked skyward for a moment and then returned once more to the house, form which she heard several locks opening. “Well, my sister, it is now or never; I am assuming that you are with me for this one as you always are? Or has your mind taken another course that I cannot see from where I stand?” came her voice as she cast a sidelong glance at her, a smirk upon her lips as another sliding lock made her attention tear from her sister once more as she plucked the sword from the ground and grasped it in both hands. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as she took three paces towards the door, which put a gap of about fifteen feet from where the family would soon emerge. After them, she knew that all the other doors would begin to open. A massacre it would be, yet all would really survive, yet first they would start out as skeletons. She lifted her head slightly as she heard the final lock slide open. |
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