Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on May 31, 2006 11:34:17 GMT 8
Lithium: Lets start with the sky. It's always the sky. Always the first focal point of any good story. It was dark. The night had dropped upon the village like a heavy blanket. Most were asleep as was commonplace at this time of night, the majority having to get up and work at dawn, some beforehand. Most had a job where hours were their life and that was the fact of it all. Most had a plan. Something stringent and blocked off with how every single day should go, how every hour was spent and how every moment should not be wasted because what is there to live for but to live? Joy was commonplace around these. During the day, the littler children ran amok in the streets, dirtying their clothes in their havoc-like play. These people were content with structure. These people enjoyed the norm of society and the slow turns their lives took. It was a wonderful thing, to be content with simplicity, to be perfectly happy with a slow and steady life. Meh. Such lives were not the type for him.. Eyes like liquid ebony, irises hardly noticable within them, gazed across the village square, reveling in the silent lucidity such simplicity gave him. The horse beneath the armour-clad man shifted, costing him the precious concentration he had achieved. Such happened less and less these days. The life he led was filled with blood and mayhem all in the name of The Lord. All in the name of God whose shining light gave these people a sort of direction to channel their spiritual wantings and caused them to be content with this simplicity. Meh. A gauntlet-clad hand rose to brush stray lock of black from his face and tuck it behind an ear. Thin lips curled into an almost sympathetic smile for these people. Oh well. That is why God gave them free-will. Let them poor sods life their simplicity. He'd kill in the name of the Lord and protect them with his life. Such is the way of the Paladin. God's warrior. A shining beacon of Hope in frightened lands. Some cursed him a fool for serving so blindly. Perhaps he did. Perhaps life really was only blind folly. Perhaps.
Ninette: Just as her left foot touches the ground, she felt it; the unusual flow of mana, incongruent weaving of life forces. A shudder ran the length of her spine, causing the step to recede in mid-flight; sapphire orbs rolling to sweep the entire room. All was in order, it would seem. The myriad of laughter, hushed giggles had not ceased. Visage of sultry females flocking around corners littered with lover’s chairs whilst some attended to numerous lewd clienteles invaded her sight. A cold grimace spreads along painted lips a she continued, landing her form upon the worn wooden floor. There were other presence in the vicinity; beings of Light, it would seem from the pattern of his mana flow. She shudders, her own dark mana throbbing, reminding her of her own hunger. Dread seeped into her mind and it felt as if an icy hand had closed over her frozen heart. Slowly, deliberately, like a cat stalking a mouse, she slithers across the polished floor; the main entrance being her primary destination. A hand rose, curling digits upon the brass handle before turning it gently. A gust of frozen wind blew pass her waif like form; escaping into the warm brothel just as her slender, barely clothe form exited into the thick darkness beyond the threshold. She knew something was out there; lurking, awaiting for her imminent arrival or one of her kind. The pure mana was agony to her senses; causing a ragged breath to be issued as she slips into a nearby shadow.
Lithium: He was a dark visage. The amour he wore was black. Like a sinner's heart. It struck fear in the evil and even the good. It served its purpose; protecting him from blades, arrows, fits, claws, and any other household objects that could be thrown lethaly. Don't snicker. It had happened before. As surely as the sun dipped below to allow night a chance to win over the hearts of man, night would do the same to the sun...but that was hours off. He needn't worry. Sleep came intermittenly to the man. God kept him alive, sped his steps, satiated his senses with the wants. Most of the wants, at least. Basic instinct was something that even God couldn't control. A cloak of purest black, velvet interior and lined with fur, was draped about his neck, open as he straddled the saddle the warhorse. The beast was massive. Nearly eight feet at its shoulders and a good ten with its head. It was always a chore to pull himself up the saddle never really helping but, well, that was his plight. The cloak kept the night's chill away, the breeze like an cool hand across the bare flesh of his cheeks. A great sword was stationed within arm's reach belted into the saddle, a matching shield along the hind-quarter of his mount just above the whipping tail. The same gauntlet-clad hand rose to drag his fingertips along his hairless chin, scratching at an absent itch that had arose in his idleness. What was he here for? God commanded him? Or perhaps just intuition? A gut feeling? Perhaps it was only the wish of his own heart that brought him to this village...yet something scratched at the back of his mind much like he was doing to the chin. Something was here... something not so pure.
Ninette: The smirk slowly ascends to curl luscious lips into a faint smile as slow deliberate steps carried her forth; footfalls amplified by the distinct tapping sound upon the wooden planks along the five foot way. The long dark cloak, taken from an unfortunate fool, bellowed in the wind; lending an eerie, yet alluring aura to the female figure. A slender hand crept to caress the small bulge under the garment; patting her cleavage where the Ruby shard lay hidden. She felt the current under her fingertips; murmuring softly as the shard emits a warmth that is present only upon feasting on a soul. It was almost midnight, though the moon had shied away and the sky was void of stars. The calculated steps receded to a stop upon reaching the old fountain set in the middle of the town’s square, digits fidgeted before falling away; curling into a ball by her shapely thigh. She regarded the dark silhouette from where she stood, hidden partly by the mannequin shaped like Venus pouring water into the huge basin. The emanation of aura was greater than the last she encountered. Posting a dangerous mana though she couldn't stay away. Unknown syllables uttered, entering her reverie like an ancient song; perhaps this is a mere illusion conjured by her famished mind, perhaps it was a trick to her senses, presented by the demons of the Sea. No matter. She had to know; had to taste the delicious ebbing of a pure soul. A chuckle rose to her lips but was quickly drowned by the sudden heaving of breath. She shook her head, offering a warm, innocent smile. Well, almost.
Ninette: Just as her left foot touches the ground, she felt it; the unusual flow of mana, incongruent weaving of life forces. A shudder ran the length of her spine, causing the step to recede in mid-flight; sapphire orbs rolling to sweep the entire room. All was in order, it would seem. The myriad of laughter, hushed giggles had not ceased. Visage of sultry females flocking around corners littered with lover’s chairs whilst some attended to numerous lewd clienteles invaded her sight. A cold grimace spreads along painted lips a she continued, landing her form upon the worn wooden floor. There were other presence in the vicinity; beings of Light, it would seem from the pattern of his mana flow. She shudders, her own dark mana throbbing, reminding her of her own hunger. Dread seeped into her mind and it felt as if an icy hand had closed over her frozen heart. Slowly, deliberately, like a cat stalking a mouse, she slithers across the polished floor; the main entrance being her primary destination. A hand rose, curling digits upon the brass handle before turning it gently. A gust of frozen wind blew pass her waif like form; escaping into the warm brothel just as her slender, barely clothe form exited into the thick darkness beyond the threshold. She knew something was out there; lurking, awaiting for her imminent arrival or one of her kind. The pure mana was agony to her senses; causing a ragged breath to be issued as she slips into a nearby shadow.
Lithium: He was a dark visage. The amour he wore was black. Like a sinner's heart. It struck fear in the evil and even the good. It served its purpose; protecting him from blades, arrows, fits, claws, and any other household objects that could be thrown lethaly. Don't snicker. It had happened before. As surely as the sun dipped below to allow night a chance to win over the hearts of man, night would do the same to the sun...but that was hours off. He needn't worry. Sleep came intermittenly to the man. God kept him alive, sped his steps, satiated his senses with the wants. Most of the wants, at least. Basic instinct was something that even God couldn't control. A cloak of purest black, velvet interior and lined with fur, was draped about his neck, open as he straddled the saddle the warhorse. The beast was massive. Nearly eight feet at its shoulders and a good ten with its head. It was always a chore to pull himself up the saddle never really helping but, well, that was his plight. The cloak kept the night's chill away, the breeze like an cool hand across the bare flesh of his cheeks. A great sword was stationed within arm's reach belted into the saddle, a matching shield along the hind-quarter of his mount just above the whipping tail. The same gauntlet-clad hand rose to drag his fingertips along his hairless chin, scratching at an absent itch that had arose in his idleness. What was he here for? God commanded him? Or perhaps just intuition? A gut feeling? Perhaps it was only the wish of his own heart that brought him to this village...yet something scratched at the back of his mind much like he was doing to the chin. Something was here... something not so pure.
Ninette: The smirk slowly ascends to curl luscious lips into a faint smile as slow deliberate steps carried her forth; footfalls amplified by the distinct tapping sound upon the wooden planks along the five foot way. The long dark cloak, taken from an unfortunate fool, bellowed in the wind; lending an eerie, yet alluring aura to the female figure. A slender hand crept to caress the small bulge under the garment; patting her cleavage where the Ruby shard lay hidden. She felt the current under her fingertips; murmuring softly as the shard emits a warmth that is present only upon feasting on a soul. It was almost midnight, though the moon had shied away and the sky was void of stars. The calculated steps receded to a stop upon reaching the old fountain set in the middle of the town’s square, digits fidgeted before falling away; curling into a ball by her shapely thigh. She regarded the dark silhouette from where she stood, hidden partly by the mannequin shaped like Venus pouring water into the huge basin. The emanation of aura was greater than the last she encountered. Posting a dangerous mana though she couldn't stay away. Unknown syllables uttered, entering her reverie like an ancient song; perhaps this is a mere illusion conjured by her famished mind, perhaps it was a trick to her senses, presented by the demons of the Sea. No matter. She had to know; had to taste the delicious ebbing of a pure soul. A chuckle rose to her lips but was quickly drowned by the sudden heaving of breath. She shook her head, offering a warm, innocent smile. Well, almost.