Post by Ran'chir on May 8, 2010 17:28:53 GMT -5
Pitch was the sky as the sun fell below the land leaving no sighs of its reign over the vast and once blue heavens. With no pale and ghostly moon the black barrens held only the light of shimmering but fleeting stars. Phantoms without their night lord they sang their own songs that night each for his own coordinating no effort to light the sky above. “Lord give me grace in this dance, and the power to impress, In these nights make me unstoppable, and I will chant, I will shine, I will dazzle them with my wind,” ghastly the figure drifted through the flora as if pacing. As soft night black stained blades of grass folded underfoot the, she frantically spoke to a being not present within the night muted walls around her. The shade gave the normally sheepishly delightful garden a sort of translucent layer of ghoulishness. As the wind swept through the higher bushes and low pruned trees they seemed to dance pendulating in brisk sway of the breeze their shadows along the walls forcing out all notions of uncorrupted beauty. The night displayed the true colors of all beings why should the plants about her be any different. With a sudden stop the crimson cloaked woman felt a shock run through her body, though slight at first the increasingly paralyzing jolt became more than she could tolerate. As knees buckled and legs became limp and languid she could feel that she would embrace the soil beneath her at any second it was just a matter of time. “Lord, grant me safety…among m…my enemies, Give un to me peace even amongst the chaos,” as she let the words slide from her lips the weight of her own body seemed to double upon her back and she was not long to stand under the pressure. As she finished her sentence her words became horse and her body limp and almost doll like fell to the ground.
”Don’t turn…Do not…a…avert your gaze from me, I am worthy, I beg of you grant me this provision…All I need is time,” as her voice faded into the soft sounds permeating evening the air, it seemed as if her prayers remained unanswered yet still she continued to whisper desperate for any kind of response. Caught in the shifting and swaying of the foliage her voice was almost silent among the distinct music of the night. The stiff fabric she covered her body in like her second skin laid a top her like the first layers of the soil to which one could see the roots of a plant about to break the surface. As she began to stir under the curtain like hood which deepened the already heavy shadow cast upon her face by the night. A shaking under the cloak began at its long end where her legs would likely be, as the tremor rose it caused the crimson sheet like covering to pick up and take to the wind finally revealing the creature underneath.”Where is…it ….my peace my tameness…the end of blight,” though loud and clear at the start her voice failed her midsentence and her words cracked giving her prayer a broken and distorted sound. Pushing herself from the ground revealed she adorned not trinkets this night except for her locket the golden bands and headdresses escaped her and revealing her from her ghastly pale but still slightly gaseous green glowing eyes and dank almost black greenish aura. Throwing hands to the sky she sat upon her knees reaching grasping unto the dark ether for something which seemed almost liquid and thus outside what could be held and imprisoned within one’s grasp. “My…life it…is…forfeit,” she said letting her arms become limp and listless as they fell from the sky swiftly to the earth bellow her mirroring the great fall of the proud from grace. Becoming weak once more she allowed her once ghostly glowing eyes to fall dark under the covering of her eye lids before slowly drifting back in a reclining motion.
Upon her back she lay there facing the sky eye wide but shut in terror of the impending doom with a heart that knew both blissful joys and regrets as she laid upon her sins, her strife her world. The patterns of ghosts often seemed to repeat over and over again, she was no different she could not help but to be compelled to haunt the halls of her residence and prowl the gardens as a specter under Cimmerian moonless nights. For a time she laid still motionless in the chilled winds of the midnight breeze, but this was not by choice her completion had stripped her of will and almost slave like she obeyed. Hands over her shoulders and reaching far beyond her delicately place head upon the ground the well wizened ancient took her hand from their resting position and threw them into the air. Now with delicate arms held not too far from her face the sorceress sought to end the haunting with a sacrifice of blood, taking her nail the witch quickly and forcefully dug her nail under her soft but ultimately dead flesh. Pulling and heaving down forced a partisan ship of the skin from the under flesh, rending he skin to two tearing back she released her target from its internal prison. Wincing a bit the witch let her teeth sink into her lip, as she bit down upon the lip it was clear there was some pain invited to her in the action she was committing. Dragging and tearing she allowed the blackish colored blood to flow down her palm until it met the edge of her hand. Clenching her digits into a tightly closed fist she grasped at the blood only allowing a small amount to beeline into a single almost tear like drop. Allowing that single drop to fall upon her forehead put rest to visions and ghostly voices which had been speaking to her the as she prayed to her god, her lord and master the pale Loa of the moon. “Denied again…” she whispered to herself as she laid upon the soft grass bellow her. Losing life once more her hands fell this time though they fell out and to her sides leaving her once more though she preformed the prayer and she had been done she had yet to open her eyes.
”Don’t turn…Do not…a…avert your gaze from me, I am worthy, I beg of you grant me this provision…All I need is time,” as her voice faded into the soft sounds permeating evening the air, it seemed as if her prayers remained unanswered yet still she continued to whisper desperate for any kind of response. Caught in the shifting and swaying of the foliage her voice was almost silent among the distinct music of the night. The stiff fabric she covered her body in like her second skin laid a top her like the first layers of the soil to which one could see the roots of a plant about to break the surface. As she began to stir under the curtain like hood which deepened the already heavy shadow cast upon her face by the night. A shaking under the cloak began at its long end where her legs would likely be, as the tremor rose it caused the crimson sheet like covering to pick up and take to the wind finally revealing the creature underneath.”Where is…it ….my peace my tameness…the end of blight,” though loud and clear at the start her voice failed her midsentence and her words cracked giving her prayer a broken and distorted sound. Pushing herself from the ground revealed she adorned not trinkets this night except for her locket the golden bands and headdresses escaped her and revealing her from her ghastly pale but still slightly gaseous green glowing eyes and dank almost black greenish aura. Throwing hands to the sky she sat upon her knees reaching grasping unto the dark ether for something which seemed almost liquid and thus outside what could be held and imprisoned within one’s grasp. “My…life it…is…forfeit,” she said letting her arms become limp and listless as they fell from the sky swiftly to the earth bellow her mirroring the great fall of the proud from grace. Becoming weak once more she allowed her once ghostly glowing eyes to fall dark under the covering of her eye lids before slowly drifting back in a reclining motion.
Upon her back she lay there facing the sky eye wide but shut in terror of the impending doom with a heart that knew both blissful joys and regrets as she laid upon her sins, her strife her world. The patterns of ghosts often seemed to repeat over and over again, she was no different she could not help but to be compelled to haunt the halls of her residence and prowl the gardens as a specter under Cimmerian moonless nights. For a time she laid still motionless in the chilled winds of the midnight breeze, but this was not by choice her completion had stripped her of will and almost slave like she obeyed. Hands over her shoulders and reaching far beyond her delicately place head upon the ground the well wizened ancient took her hand from their resting position and threw them into the air. Now with delicate arms held not too far from her face the sorceress sought to end the haunting with a sacrifice of blood, taking her nail the witch quickly and forcefully dug her nail under her soft but ultimately dead flesh. Pulling and heaving down forced a partisan ship of the skin from the under flesh, rending he skin to two tearing back she released her target from its internal prison. Wincing a bit the witch let her teeth sink into her lip, as she bit down upon the lip it was clear there was some pain invited to her in the action she was committing. Dragging and tearing she allowed the blackish colored blood to flow down her palm until it met the edge of her hand. Clenching her digits into a tightly closed fist she grasped at the blood only allowing a small amount to beeline into a single almost tear like drop. Allowing that single drop to fall upon her forehead put rest to visions and ghostly voices which had been speaking to her the as she prayed to her god, her lord and master the pale Loa of the moon. “Denied again…” she whispered to herself as she laid upon the soft grass bellow her. Losing life once more her hands fell this time though they fell out and to her sides leaving her once more though she preformed the prayer and she had been done she had yet to open her eyes.