Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Sept 20, 2005 11:45:15 GMT 8
A soft incantation ensued, a soothing spell to the invisible veins of energy binding her material form. There was something amiss. She could feel a disturbance in the flow of mana. Issuing a sidelong glance to the farthest corner, she began to scan each colorful tents with wary. There were many auras present this very night, some familiar, some alien. But no matter, she was not here for the variety; she was only seeking shelter. A mere diversion from plan, a well deserved rest, before resuming her journey towards the ruins of her home.
A quite snarl ensued as dark, agonizing memories flooded the gates of her sanity. But only for a moment, before a whimper emanates from brightly painted tiers. She had not ‘fed’. Twas almost a fortnight. Slender digits clutches at her chest. ”So bad, so sad.” A whisper like tune escaped full crimson lips as she leans forth, ample bottom shifting to adjust her lithe form upon the roof of the wooden caravan.
“Come little children, I’ll take thee away into a land of enchantment. Come little children, the time’s comes to play; here in my garden of magic”.
Azure orbs would shift once again, from scanning the majestic tents to the grey dusted lane leading towards the colorful horizon where two identical tents serving as the main entrance to the Circus proper stood proudly; ticket booths were swamped. From her vantage point she could see hustle and bustle of patrons and staff alike. Excited glances noted from passerby, seemingly astounded by the overnight transformation of the once abandoned field.
A perfectly formed brow would raise, nostril flaring in disgust. “And what a pleasant surprise to ye folks to have a Cirque in ye God forsaken town”. She would jeer to none but the passing breeze; the pain of hunger seemed to add to her irate state. “But there is nothing humorous about a Jesterette in the dark” She would continue before a gasp ensued. “Arghhh..ggrrr” A feral-like growl escaped as her form began to fall backward, a slow motion, landing with a hush upon the leaf littered roof.
“Mother…” She would whimper as a slender hand crept to curl digits around the Ruby shard resting between her ample mounds. “I hunger..” Words receded before she could finish the sentence for a sudden jolt of pain assails her mortal form. She let out a string of growls, writhing like a beaten serpent; digits clawing at the tattered roof. “Mother…” She would moan, feeling the current of agony intensifying. The ruby shard seemed to have responded to some calling; a familiar calling. She knew then, as beads of sweat lined her brows, that the Mistress herself was near. Pushing her pain wrecked body back to its former position she would eye her surroundings, azure eyes glowing a soft tinge of crimson.
As the pain dulled, the tightening of her stomach muscles relented and after a while, her breaths coming in orderly manner once again. Heaving a long pull of air, she begins another wary gaze around the vicinity, noting every dark corners and dimly lit areas. “Mother..” The whisper would alight from her pursed lips. A tingle was left in the wake of the sudden insurgence.
Tip of crimson tongue would protrude, trailing slowly along parched lips. Oddly, she felt renewed, revived, though the hunger remained in the pit of her stomach, if indeed she has any in this mortal form she inhibits. Limbs would fold and unfold; bones snapping into place as rigid muscles stretched to ease tensions before a leap followed, bringing her form to its full height upon the caravan’s rooftop.
Perfectly formed nostrils flared as myriad of scents and auras assaults her senses; azure orbs would roll once again to capture the many forms flocking the entrance. “A meal to be had.. “ Her mind would muse. “But first, I must find the Soulbringer stone.. “ A tentative pause before the lithe form leaps into the cold air; a half somersault in mid-air, mimicking the movement of a trapeze artist, before silent feet touches the hard ground, bringing about a thin cloud of dust to rise. A hand rose to pet the hidden Ruby shard, a smile stretching full lips as its emanating warmth was felt. “I feel you. I shall come to you, Dearling”. She would whisper though naught movement would be seen from painted lips.
In a sudden the lights flickered before dying abruptly, bringing darkness to the tents before the still Jesterette. Screams of fright resounded throughout the compound and as the light grew once again, the silver and crimson clad figure had disappeared though a soft jingle of unseen bells lingered in the cold air.
A quite snarl ensued as dark, agonizing memories flooded the gates of her sanity. But only for a moment, before a whimper emanates from brightly painted tiers. She had not ‘fed’. Twas almost a fortnight. Slender digits clutches at her chest. ”So bad, so sad.” A whisper like tune escaped full crimson lips as she leans forth, ample bottom shifting to adjust her lithe form upon the roof of the wooden caravan.
“Come little children, I’ll take thee away into a land of enchantment. Come little children, the time’s comes to play; here in my garden of magic”.
Azure orbs would shift once again, from scanning the majestic tents to the grey dusted lane leading towards the colorful horizon where two identical tents serving as the main entrance to the Circus proper stood proudly; ticket booths were swamped. From her vantage point she could see hustle and bustle of patrons and staff alike. Excited glances noted from passerby, seemingly astounded by the overnight transformation of the once abandoned field.
A perfectly formed brow would raise, nostril flaring in disgust. “And what a pleasant surprise to ye folks to have a Cirque in ye God forsaken town”. She would jeer to none but the passing breeze; the pain of hunger seemed to add to her irate state. “But there is nothing humorous about a Jesterette in the dark” She would continue before a gasp ensued. “Arghhh..ggrrr” A feral-like growl escaped as her form began to fall backward, a slow motion, landing with a hush upon the leaf littered roof.
“Mother…” She would whimper as a slender hand crept to curl digits around the Ruby shard resting between her ample mounds. “I hunger..” Words receded before she could finish the sentence for a sudden jolt of pain assails her mortal form. She let out a string of growls, writhing like a beaten serpent; digits clawing at the tattered roof. “Mother…” She would moan, feeling the current of agony intensifying. The ruby shard seemed to have responded to some calling; a familiar calling. She knew then, as beads of sweat lined her brows, that the Mistress herself was near. Pushing her pain wrecked body back to its former position she would eye her surroundings, azure eyes glowing a soft tinge of crimson.
As the pain dulled, the tightening of her stomach muscles relented and after a while, her breaths coming in orderly manner once again. Heaving a long pull of air, she begins another wary gaze around the vicinity, noting every dark corners and dimly lit areas. “Mother..” The whisper would alight from her pursed lips. A tingle was left in the wake of the sudden insurgence.
Tip of crimson tongue would protrude, trailing slowly along parched lips. Oddly, she felt renewed, revived, though the hunger remained in the pit of her stomach, if indeed she has any in this mortal form she inhibits. Limbs would fold and unfold; bones snapping into place as rigid muscles stretched to ease tensions before a leap followed, bringing her form to its full height upon the caravan’s rooftop.
Perfectly formed nostrils flared as myriad of scents and auras assaults her senses; azure orbs would roll once again to capture the many forms flocking the entrance. “A meal to be had.. “ Her mind would muse. “But first, I must find the Soulbringer stone.. “ A tentative pause before the lithe form leaps into the cold air; a half somersault in mid-air, mimicking the movement of a trapeze artist, before silent feet touches the hard ground, bringing about a thin cloud of dust to rise. A hand rose to pet the hidden Ruby shard, a smile stretching full lips as its emanating warmth was felt. “I feel you. I shall come to you, Dearling”. She would whisper though naught movement would be seen from painted lips.
In a sudden the lights flickered before dying abruptly, bringing darkness to the tents before the still Jesterette. Screams of fright resounded throughout the compound and as the light grew once again, the silver and crimson clad figure had disappeared though a soft jingle of unseen bells lingered in the cold air.