Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on May 15, 2011 12:08:36 GMT 8
[-]Chaotique[-] Christian [-]: Silent steps of dark figure progressing forward toward the place of its birth.. Its unnatural, its utterly revolting, down right demonic creation.. As each step colided with the grass and soil, the lush green faded and withered in to a greenish black appearence spreading out ward more and more from the path of those steaps.. Leafs falling from trees, bushes and flowers also wilting and dying.. Deep emerald hues would drag from left to right as if to take in the demise of plant life only to let out a appathetic sigh, with that exhale a smog like cloud would pass through thin pale lips.. Quickly it would fade into the air, but its effects would be far reaching and devastating. Birds would fall from the air like stones, nothing was safe not even the smallest bugs..
[-]Chaotique[-] Christian [-]: His uncaring gaze would then turn to the building that housed his creation, the home of the deranged and the criminaly insane.. But soon it would be nothing more then a crypt and a resting place for Chaos incarnate. Pushing forward through the enterence, his form would make its way past the few people in the lobby.. One of which would come to try and stop his progress, but with three steps in his direction they would simply fall to the ground.. Soon the rest would follow, the building would be devoid of life.. His movement would finally hault infront of a padded cell, moving into it he would simply spin around and press his back against the padding.. His form would then gradually sink toward the ground, knees bending slightly to support his arms that would be idly drapped over them
[-]Chaotique[-] Christian [-]: Time seemed to go by so slowly, bodies that were once covered in flesh and fabric were soon nothing more then bones and tatters.. Out of sheer boredom, Chaos and found himself into a state of hibernation.. Over the layer of his skin a shell would form and harden, and even coat the ruby that he wore around his neck to protect it as much as his own dormant body.
magnifique_harlequin: The creatures of night were disturbed by an eerie silence that had never came before now; the cold air was suddenly still and devoid of movement. Not even a breeze stirred, rending them all to become muted and frozen in an unannounced fear; yet nothing was apparent but the deafening silence. And then there was a thickening of the shadows surrouding the area, lending a horrific background to an abandoned asylum of which was the only building at the end of the long and forgotten path. Autumn leaves from the previous years lay in decay on top of one another, obscuring the one lane road even more form mortal eyes.
magnifique_harlequin: The silence had become absolute; Time it seemed had stopped altogether. From the centre of the thickened shadow, a tear had begin to form and the effect rippled throughout the entire area like the surface of a dark lake when a stone would be tossed into the midst. A figure emerges from the widening tear, a cowled form of petite make, stepping onto the realm of the living. Claws of the shadows clung to the small form, as if reluctant to let the shrouded body from escaping their embrace. A whisper, no.. a thousand whispers, began to erupt from all around the accursed area; whines and hisses disembodied. The form would heave a slow breath, whispering in a foreign tongue so ancient no man would have recognized it. But soon the dark fingers would release the small from their grasp; though whining and hissing had not ceased. The figure would step away from the dark and onto the moonlit path. And just as swiftly as they came, the shadows begins to dissipate, the whispers a forgotten.
magnifique_harlequin: "So bad, so sad". A female voice would echo in the evening breeze; soft yet raspy in a tune too melodious it would break a man's heart just by hearing it. Soundless, yet swift footsteps would be issued, carrying the petite form of the Jesterette of Doom towards the ruins of the familiar building. A life force she had felt from beyond the realm of the living; calling to her to the very place it had begun a few years prior. A bond that cannot be broken had called on to the maker to retrieve its creation. She ascends the wide concrete stairs, slipping through the ajar front door and into the corridors that had seen better days. On and on she glided, nimble feet leaving nothing but stirred dusts; stepping over decayed flesh and broken bones, until she reached the place where the emanation was at its best. She slid between the open door and its frame; obsidian eyes registering the encased form, a sigh of unknown emotion escaping like a wisp of frozen air. "Dearling..." She would whisper as she touches the glowing shard within the cocoon. "Wake up.. wake up.. Ninette is here"
[-]Chaotique[-] Christian [-]: His uncaring gaze would then turn to the building that housed his creation, the home of the deranged and the criminaly insane.. But soon it would be nothing more then a crypt and a resting place for Chaos incarnate. Pushing forward through the enterence, his form would make its way past the few people in the lobby.. One of which would come to try and stop his progress, but with three steps in his direction they would simply fall to the ground.. Soon the rest would follow, the building would be devoid of life.. His movement would finally hault infront of a padded cell, moving into it he would simply spin around and press his back against the padding.. His form would then gradually sink toward the ground, knees bending slightly to support his arms that would be idly drapped over them
[-]Chaotique[-] Christian [-]: Time seemed to go by so slowly, bodies that were once covered in flesh and fabric were soon nothing more then bones and tatters.. Out of sheer boredom, Chaos and found himself into a state of hibernation.. Over the layer of his skin a shell would form and harden, and even coat the ruby that he wore around his neck to protect it as much as his own dormant body.
magnifique_harlequin: The creatures of night were disturbed by an eerie silence that had never came before now; the cold air was suddenly still and devoid of movement. Not even a breeze stirred, rending them all to become muted and frozen in an unannounced fear; yet nothing was apparent but the deafening silence. And then there was a thickening of the shadows surrouding the area, lending a horrific background to an abandoned asylum of which was the only building at the end of the long and forgotten path. Autumn leaves from the previous years lay in decay on top of one another, obscuring the one lane road even more form mortal eyes.
magnifique_harlequin: The silence had become absolute; Time it seemed had stopped altogether. From the centre of the thickened shadow, a tear had begin to form and the effect rippled throughout the entire area like the surface of a dark lake when a stone would be tossed into the midst. A figure emerges from the widening tear, a cowled form of petite make, stepping onto the realm of the living. Claws of the shadows clung to the small form, as if reluctant to let the shrouded body from escaping their embrace. A whisper, no.. a thousand whispers, began to erupt from all around the accursed area; whines and hisses disembodied. The form would heave a slow breath, whispering in a foreign tongue so ancient no man would have recognized it. But soon the dark fingers would release the small from their grasp; though whining and hissing had not ceased. The figure would step away from the dark and onto the moonlit path. And just as swiftly as they came, the shadows begins to dissipate, the whispers a forgotten.
magnifique_harlequin: "So bad, so sad". A female voice would echo in the evening breeze; soft yet raspy in a tune too melodious it would break a man's heart just by hearing it. Soundless, yet swift footsteps would be issued, carrying the petite form of the Jesterette of Doom towards the ruins of the familiar building. A life force she had felt from beyond the realm of the living; calling to her to the very place it had begun a few years prior. A bond that cannot be broken had called on to the maker to retrieve its creation. She ascends the wide concrete stairs, slipping through the ajar front door and into the corridors that had seen better days. On and on she glided, nimble feet leaving nothing but stirred dusts; stepping over decayed flesh and broken bones, until she reached the place where the emanation was at its best. She slid between the open door and its frame; obsidian eyes registering the encased form, a sigh of unknown emotion escaping like a wisp of frozen air. "Dearling..." She would whisper as she touches the glowing shard within the cocoon. "Wake up.. wake up.. Ninette is here"