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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Dec 5, 2006 17:13:17 GMT 8
Wanaao Smith: The setting had a very horror flick look to it. Despite the time of year, she was still able to see her breath as she eyes the surrounding area. Always the weird child, she plodded around, kicking at the pebbles with her amry surplus boots. What was the worst that could happen? God forbid she might get arrested. Smirking at her sarcastic mental comment. Her willowy figure wore clothing the draped and seemed to swallow the lithe form. The dark clothing made an attempt to blend her in if it weren't for her pale skin that gleamed in the moonlight. Ice blue eyes pierced with scrutiny as she brushed back a strand of hair dyed black that came loose from the elastic band at the nape of her neck. A delicate brow raised at the abandoned stands and even an all too quiet carousel. A flash caught her eyes and she turned quickly to see it came from over her shoulder. Reading the sign, she realized it was the hall mirrors. Suddenly intrigued, she krept closer, making sure no employees were still out and about. A chill of excitement ran down her back--a usual feeling she got when she knew she was doing something wrong. It always pleased her. Her morbid smile never fell as she went through the winding maze of mirrors, watching in amusement as her figure became distorted in different ways with different reflections. The only thing keeping her mind at bay by the eery silence was that she could still hear just barely the sound of the wind rustling just outside. She knew she had no reason to be on the edge, but still. It took her about 45 minutes realize she was completely and utterly lost. Throwing the idea of backtracing away, she knew that would probably make it worse. Winding through the narrow paths, she kept herself amused.<e>
Ninette: Oh, what sensation she felt from the heightening emanations! It took all of her conscious thoughts to keep her lips sealed in that practiced smile; refraining throat from gurgling rapturous moans of absolute want. Oh but what a night it will turn out to be! A perfectly shaped eyebrow would rise in wonder for not one but two emanations were felt. What glee?! A familiar ebbing and the other so pure it reeks of Light; of pure goodness of a living mortal. Oh but what is she to do? The two was headed towards her venue on opposite direction. Should she abandon the light for darkness? A sigh ensued as a pale hand rose to pull the cowl further down, hiding lifeless, yet immaculate features from the entity’s immediate view. She heaves a soft breath, sliding further to her left, exposing her cloaked form. Looking at her petite form, one would not find any reason to fear. Yet for those who knew or with abilities to sense; she was a formidable foe. Death was written all over her mana like runes from the grave. “Good eve, Stranger” Came a soft, whimper-like voice. “Are you enjoying our house of Mirrors?” It would seem that her voice was floating from unknown direction; disembodied, invisible, like pliable fingers reaching out to caress her mortal ears to tug at the intricate tresses of her young mind. Ninette would issue a coo, exploring the innocent but tainted thoughts. She sensed spirit, strong yet repressed. A couple more steps were taken, bringing petite frame closer to the approaching form. “You seemed to be lost, dearling?” The soft, sultry whisper would permeate the cold air surrounding them; a pair of deathly pale arms rose to curl fingers upon the hem of dark cowl obscuring flawless face. “Do not worry. You are amongst friends.”
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Dec 5, 2006 17:17:22 GMT 8
Fluffles Insano: The House of Mirrors, the feline thought to himself as he trailed along the paths, pulled by the urge of his new owner and mistress. He found it odd how she was so similar to his own being, even if she was no feline fiend like he certainly was. Gray fur donned upon his sleek form with etchings of black, making tattoo designs upon the feline’s coat. Fierce golden eyes glared within the confines of the skull’s sockets as sharp, blood stained teeth grew from his grinning muzzle. Paws tapping onto the floor beneath as he let his claws slowly inch out from their sheaths, letting the scrap against the material beneath. Ears pointing to the ceiling, were tattered, as if they were a piece of paper that saw too many unprotected years and even in their condition, a golden loop hung from the bottom of the left ear. Wrapped around his neck, was an odd collar, the material had fine fur upon the surface, barely noticeable from a distance and the hue was almost the same tint of a human’s arm that was slightly tanned beneath the sun. Even a few veins still lay etched within the flesh before one’s eyes would fall upon the crimson tear placed within the middle of the collar itself. Approaching the heel of his new mistress, he feline’s tongue coursed out from his muzzle and lapped along the edges as a glare set upon the figure before him. Where one would see a woman, this feline saw a meal, but most of all, he saw the first meal that would be his, in a sort of fashionable way.~|
Wanaao Smith: -Hearing the voice and looking to the small figure before her, she blink rapidly as if disbelieving though she managed to keep her features serene. Idly brushing her hair out of her eyes, her hand rested at her throat and made it apparent it was a naervous gesture. She fought to keep the calm out of her voice and revive the stutter that began her sentence. "Wh-Who are you?" Despite the fact she was supposed to be frightened, a huge pile of curiosity fell upon her like a stack of laundry that dropped on her when inattentive to it. Who was this woman? By the looks she could tell she had had qualities to make people cringe though her size would beg to differ along with the soft coo of her voice which did seem to coo and lull her into a content state. Movement that played upon the mirrors revealed an oddly adorned cat with the most shocking of features. Doing a double take, she was shocked that she wasn't scooting away. Instead, her head tipped to the side as she studied the blood stained teeth, weird markings, golden eyes and the menace she saw within them. This definitely wasn't a spoiled housecat...not even a raggedly alley cat could hold such a loathsome feeling in a person. Unless they had allergies, but that would be for totally different reasons.Almost prying, she forced her hands to her sides. Her blue gaze went back to the woman, awaiting her question to be answered. And she had been worried about the police or some sort of law. <e>
[-]Chaotique[-] Christian [-]: The chaotic presence of this being could be felt through out the surrounding area, he was not attempting to his where abouts unknown. He was not worried about any one and anything, he was in a place of comfert. Not a place he was used to being, but it is a place that he has grown to be quite at home in. The carnival, home sweet home to those crazy beings that he was introduced to not to long ago. The only think that seemed to bother him was the lack of life, the lack of thinks to entertain his chaotic soul. Oh what he wouldn't give for some one to play with, he would have to go find Ninette once he was finished feeding his pet. A twisted demented grin appears upon the pale features of the man, fingers lightly tap upon the cold steel bars of a cage. Tap tap tap, would softly echo out only to be drowned out by a ferocious roar." Oh.. So you are awake my pet.." As he spoke out the figure of a giant feline moved forward with in the cage, green tiger like stripes were upon the creature and it had a green tinted main as well. Acidic slim dripped from the muzzle of the creature and sizzle upon the stone floor, slowly he reached his hand into the cage caressing the side of the massive head" Are you hungry?" He would ask in almost a parenting tone. "Yes I am sure you are.. You finished off that last girl oh so quickly... " He let out a deep chuckle and he turned away from the cage to a container, the edges of it seemed to be stained with blood. He slowly reached into the bucket and he pulled out a pair of bloody limbs and he would turn swiftly with a grin" Here you are... Enjoy these I shall return shortly with more ... Maybe.." He then tossed the limbs in a slightly carefree manner intot he cage to the delight of the creature that catched the limbs and started to gnaw and rip them to shredds with deep growls and roars. Pivoting upon his left foot, black boots padded silently upon the ground as he left the animal pin that held his pet." Ninette.. Ninette.. Where are you? " He would whisper in almost a sing songy manner as he tucked pale hands into his coat pockets and started walk the grounds in a rather non-chalant manner.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Dec 5, 2006 17:18:32 GMT 8
Ninette: She watches as the female figure staggered to a stand in the middle of the circular chamber, drawn by the incessant call of dark auras. A smile bloomed upon Ninette’s lips as her mind probe slid further into the intended mind; calling dark auras to congregate, opening, no, tearing a portal into the innocent mind, prodding unconscious thoughts into the farthest recesses; leading the conscious around a demented maze until only fear and confusion were left to reside within the young woman’s manipulated mind. A soft sigh, or was it a moan?, escaped from painted tiers, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment as she tasted the sweetness of a living soul before the heavy lids sprung up to reveal glistening violet orbs so like the glimmering mirrors surrounding them. “About time, Fluff, dear Cat. Look what we have here with us tonight?” Indeed, she hadn’t referred to the girl as a human but rather an entity. She reaches down, just a slight bending of her knees to pat the feline, tugging gently at his ear before straightening back again to capture the girl’s inquisitive gaze. “I am a Jesterette. I am sure you have seen a few of us around? The Carnivale is our home and we entertain people like yourself?” She finally answered, feet moving forth as a slow motion pace. Coming to stand barely a foot from where the girl was standing, transfixed and under the mind control of the never-born spirit, a pale hand rises to touch the strands of faux midnight hues. But then the advancing digits froze in mid air as she felt the approaching mass of chaotic auras. A sharp inhalation of breath ensued as she tore her eyes from holding the girl’s. “It seems that Chaos is approaching, dearling.” She would issue a whisper, soft yet audible, to the Cat by her feet. “Perhaps, you would do the honors of showing our guest the way out of here?” A wink was then offered; a soft snicker emanating as her gaze returned to the young female. There was no emotion evident in the twin pools of amethyst though a smile was apparent upon pale features. “Fluff will give you a tour of the place if you’d like?”
Fluffles Insano: Staring at the meal before him, his attention rose to the hand caressing at his fur, yet no sound emitted from his throat during the transaction. In fact, his eyes merely gazed upon the flesh standing perfectly in front of his very eyes, almost like a deer that was hung off a hook and ready to be skinned. As Ninette spoke to this dangling piece of meat, Fluff’s tongue caressed over his muzzle, his hunger almost undying as his golden orbs pierced through the skin, staring at what was beneath. The moment he heard that someone else was nearby, the feline’s head shook and stared up at Ninette with a puzzled expression dancing across his feline features. Even with her telling him to give this dangling meat a tour, his mind still lingered on the other, wondering about this chaos that his mind still lingered on the other, wondering about this chaos that she spoke of and what caused the havoc to make it. With a simple raise of his brow, he discarded the subject from his mind, for the time being at least. Eyes settling upon his prey, as a suspicious grin pulled onto the feline’s muzzle as he stalked towards the meat casually. Tail raising behind him, he flicked it from side to side as he approached the woman, letting his body rub against her leg as he gave a soft and short purr before sliding to the other side and doing the same before he sat at the feet of this unknown meat.~|
Wanaao Smith: She blinked as she watched the Jesterette for a moment, no longer able to keep from rubbing her temples. Pain slashed as she was feeling confused. What had happened to her calm? Looking down at the cat seemed to worsen it. Blinking again rapidly, she watched as it smiled, unable to keep from cringing as her mind repulsed eagerly. Feeling as if it were giving them a sort of satisfaction, she felt helpless and disoriented. Feeling no choice, but the need to follow, she moved behind the feline as if she were in a stupor. Her once calm gaze now reflected the inbalance within her mind though she struggled for at least blind indifference to the situation before her. Curling up into a ball was an option that popped in her head which took moment of fighting to actually discard it. Closing her eyes for a millisecond, she took a deep breath, trying to slowly pick at the tangled web of confusion that was like a nest in disarray in her brain. She felt her knees buckle, but found herself still upright. The feeling in her toes was completely gone. Was it possibly for her to be that frightened. Deep down she could sense she was disgusted by such a fear within her that she looked to the animal once again. Something so small was driving into her consciousness. Or was he even the culprit? She bit her lip as the suspicion danced playfully in her already tactless mind. Struggling for some sort of composure, she watched it to see what direction the thing would lead her to.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Dec 5, 2006 17:19:30 GMT 8
[-]Chaotique[-] Christian [-]: Chaotique tilted his head to the side, something was in the air. But what was it? A deep breath was takin in through the nose, that same breath would be held for a breif moment as he senses stretched out. It was as if he was mentaly feeling out the presences with in the carnival grounds, he expected to feel Ninette's but not where she was. A slightly puzzled look took over his pale features as he then felt the presence of Ninette's cat, a softly chuckle escaped thin lips into the open air of the late night. chuckling and a slight smile soon turned into a wide grin as he felt the presence of a living mortal, he then pushed off his left foot and moved swiftly toward a secret door on the side of the house of mirrors." It seems my Ninette has found some one to play with.." The twisted grin remained upon thin lips as he brought his right hand out from his pocket and he pushed upont he wall causing it to sink in, it then slide to the right opening up the darkness from behind. His form slipped with in the shadows quickly and the door would slip shut behind him and pop back out to leave the wall smooth, near silent steps brought his form ever closer to the trio. He looked through the two way mirror, his gaze was cast to the back of Ninette and the back of the feline. His emerald gaze soon drifted over the pale flesh of the young looking girl, he contineud to grin and he places his slender pale digits upon the chilled glass. With a soft push the mirror would glide open like a door, making the form of Christian visible to those with in the circular chamber of the house of mirrors. His form was covered in dark colors, and a dark coat that was drapped around nude pale flesh of his upper body. Dark long longs with hints of green rested upon his shoulders, his emerald pools drifted from one form to the other as he stood there with a smirk" Having fun with out me Ninette? " His tone would be that of a playfully one as he stepped forward into room letting the mirror glide back closed behind him.
Ninette: “So bad.. so sad”. She whispers though naught movement was seen on painted lips as she watched the ensuing drama with an unmistakable glee; the graceful steps taken by the feline as he steps forth towards the human female and proceeded to captivate the girl’s senses with his sultry purr and furry caress causes the whisper to trail into a malicious snicker. She was playing a dangerous game, she knew, revealing her true form and even worst!.. their true intention to the intended victim before the ritual begins. But the girl was in their grasp; her mind and will was almost completely under their control. “Run along then you two and have fun”. She whispered, a quiet snarl ensued as she fought the urge to rip the girl apart there as she moved passed Ninette’s slender figure. Her attention then turned to the voice and its owner; a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she plants her palms on narrow hips. “And what makes you think I will want you around when I am having fun?” She would issue whisper like syllables once again; eyes burning into the glistening orbs upon pale features of her new sibling.
Wanaao Smith- She blinked as she watched the Jesterette for a moment, no longer able to keep from rubbing her temples. Pain slashed as she was feeling confused. What had happened to her calm? Looking down at the cat seemed to worsen it. Blinking again rapidly, she watched as it smiled, unable to keep from cringing as her mind repulsed eagerly. Feeling as if it were giving them a sort of satisfaction, she felt helpless and disoriented. Feeling no choice, but the need to follow, she moved behind the feline as if she were in a stupor. Her once calm gaze now reflected the inbalance within her mind though she struggled for at least blind indifference to the situation before her. Curling up into a ball was an option that popped in her head which took moment of fighting to actually discard it. Closing her eyes for a millisecond, she took a deep breath, trying to slowly pick at the tangled web of confusion that was like a nest in disarray in her brain. She felt her knees buckle, but found herself still upright. The feeling in her toes was completely gone. Was it possibly for her to be that frightened. Deep down she could sense she was disgusted by such a fear within her that she looked to the animal once again. Something so small was driving into her consciousness. Or was he even the culprit? She bit her lip as the suspicion danced playfully in her already tactless mind. Struggling for some sort of composure, she watched it to see what direction the thing would lead her to. <e>
Fluffles Insano- Odd how the human seemed so terrified, was she so weak that her mind could not grasp the facts standing around her? This question buzzed within the feline’s gray matter as his eyes examined the, might as well be, trembling piece of meat that was too easily manipulated. Before he could make much of another move, his eyes caught the movement beyond the mistress and than a being standing within the way. Curiosity may be part of his nature, but not something he always had to listen as his eyes diverted from the thing in the back and his body rose off the floor. Leading the way, Fluff let his mind wonder on how to…show this meat the way out of this place. There were so many different ways to do such a thing, but sadly, Ninette lacked the details besides having fun. Winding through the paths, Ninette lacked the details besides having fun. Winding through the paths, the feline came to a dead end yet continued to move towards his reflected self. Inches from the mirror, he found a seat upon the floor before pushing his front legs onto the mirror and looking back at the girl that was following. Staring at her with his gold hues, his muzzle parted only to let a subtle meow escape into the air. Twisting his head back to the mirror itself, he scratched at it as if there was something beyond the speculum before his paws.~|
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Dec 5, 2006 17:23:12 GMT 8
Wanaao Smith- Though still frightened out of her wits, she followed the cat through the winding maze of mirrors to what appeared to be, a dead end. Raising a brow, she moved closer, trying to fend of the mental disorientation. She had to get out of here. And soon. She still rubbed at her temples, but her thoughts were slightly less fragmented now. Looking down at the cat again, she blinked as it meowed. Looking back to the mirror, she watched her disfigured reflection as she touched mirror in thought. Pursing her lips, she looked around for another path. "It seems that you are just as directionally challenged as I...." With that, she watched the cat. She knew it was silly to talk to an animal, but it was only her and so it mattered not. By the looks of the cat, it would understand her still. Her slender fingers, moved all over the mirror as if searching for something. Her curiosity still seemed to get her. Nervously brushing away her wild locks again, she listened quietly, glad at least she wasn't claustrophobic of all things. Some of the paths seemed narrow, making the appearance of open space that the mirros gave the only respite. Stepping back, she thought about going the way they came. She really wanted to get away from the dreadful thing, but what harm could it do? She grew up loving horror movies, but.....a killer cat? Some things she would allow her untrained mind to not believe. Forcing herself to be calm was slowly becoming an impossible task, but she took deep breaths and walked patiently just the same. <e>
Fluffles Insano- Staring at her, she clearly was not getting his message and he let himself fall to the floor and his cat eyes stared at her as she looked around confused like a new born baby. With a soft shake of his head, his eyes went back to the mirror, glaring at himself as his ears twitched with the woman’s voice. He was not very pleased with her assumption as he let his powers reap out from within his mind and the mirror began to bend even more until finally, it gave way. The blast of the mirror fell away from her and the feline, almost as if someone from this side threw something at it. Beyond the broken mirror, seemed to be a closet full of gears, ropes, and other things needed to repair machinery of the Carnival. Meowing softly, he moved through the broken window, the shattered pieces crushing beneath his paws and weight as he move further into the new area that held no windows besides the ones set up against the wall on the far side. Looking around, his mind reached out to a strand of rope hanging above and a grin spread onto his lips. Turning to face the female again, he plopped onto the floor and rolled onto his stomach raising his paws in an almost playful way as he gave off another meow, attempting to beacon her towards him.~|
Wanaao Smith- Hearing the mirror break, she quickly turned to it. Scanning the area, she didn't see anyone who could have thrown it. Completely confused once more, she backed away, watching the cat as it entered the area. She looked over her shoulder once more, still searching for someone. Shrugging inwardly, she peeked in to realize it was just a closet, it seemed. Not daring to fully enter because of the glass, she watched the cat nose through the area. There was too much knowledge in the cat's eyes, which made her even more uneasy. Why hadn't she noticed that before? She could always scream and run out like a madwoman, but doubted that would get her out. And who would hear her screams? Sighing to herself, she moved carefully past the glass, though she still knicked her right hand on a pointed shard. Gasping at the mess the small wound made, she quickly wrapped her hand in the plaid button-up shirt she wore under her jacket. Her bluse gaze took in every inch of the small area before another of the cat's meows caught her attention. Noticing the cat seemed to want to be petted, she was hesitant. A scratch or bite couldn't do much harm....but were the horrible thoughts in her head at all possible. She waited a moment before suspiciously getting closer to the cat, her hand slightly extended. <e>
Fluffles Insano- Waiting there on his side, he watched the woman who seemed completely hesitant to do much of anything. Instead of actually waiting as she reached her hand out, he moved and nuzzled into the hand, purring softly as he moved closer to her. Nuzzling up against her legs as he moved between them for a moment before stopping directly in front of her. Lifting his gaze up, he gave a soft meow before he lifted his front paws and set them onto her and let his golden eyes stare at her. Looking down between her legs, he tilted his head slightly and sniffed the area curiously before licking at it. Still staring, he gave a meow and another lick as if trying to figure out what it was. Meanwhile, the rope above began to twist around and form a loop at the end slithering down to the floor. Slowly the rope fell towards the ground, seeming to be pulled by gravity itself, but it was also directly above her head. Nuzzling into her crotch, he purred softly from the warmth and than batted at it before the loop would attempt to find its place around her neck. If it was a success in doing so, the rope would lift her into the air, letting the loop tighten around her throat and strangle the life out of her slowly. As for the cat, he would fall to his ass and stare up at her, a grin spreading across his lips as a voice entered into the air, “Don’t worry, death is not as bad as you think,” the voice said followed by an evil cackle as the feline stood up and moved out of the closet, the glass of the mirror reforming into the mirror as if nothing had happened to it, leaving her in the dark to die.~|
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Dec 5, 2006 17:24:01 GMT 8
Wanaao Smith- She momentarily felt relieved as the cat came to her meowing and seeming less ominous than before. She almost smiled until caught offguard by the cat's licking. She wouldn't have minded it....had it been on a less private area. Bending down, she was going to fwap it off as it purred and batted at her. Just then she was caught by something. Before she could even realize that she was caught in a rope, she was hurled off her feet into the air. The oxygen was immediately knocked out of her and cut off to her throat and her hands quickly went to the noose though at this point, it was helpless. Unable to scream, her eyes widened in bulged with fear, a million different thoughts and emotions racing through her mind at once. Choking sounds exuded from her as would any other breathing being that was being hung a mirror maze closet. She felt her bodily functions die slowly one at a time, her heart rate among them. Hearing words faintly spoken to her, she knew she was hallucinating before she died. One last shuddering breath exhaled before the rest of her body went limp. It felt like hours before her brain finally caught up and released its final thought. Je déteste des chats. I hate cats....
Ninette: A soft giggle was issued, though it was disembodied for the painted lips upon the Jesterette’s flawless features remained pressed together in a practiced smile. Steps were then taken, agile and calculated, leaving the handsome young Jester to ponder upon the things that were said not minutes passed; her corporeal form dissipating into nothingness, like a wisp of cloud blown away by a renegade wind. An audible sigh emanated as she neared the shattered mirror frame, lissome digits caressing the glass’ jagged edge, eyes peering into the grayness beyond and the drama unfolding. And just as the enchanted rope coils around the girl’s slender neck, Ninette took the final step forth to bring her petite frame through the portal. “So bad.. so sad” She breathe the words, lithe body bending down to caress the Cat as it walked passed her invisible form. The glass would then reform to its original state, leaving the strangling girl and the shadows to wrap around her dying body. Steps were then taken yet again, a soft jingle of bells was heard permeating the still air as finally the satin clad figure of the Jesterette begins to materialize. A slender arm was then outstretched towards the ceiling. The rope shivered as if answering to the beckoning, slowly lowering the suffocating girl to hover before the Mind manipulator. An inch was all that’s left of the space between dangling toes and the cold floor. And then pale, dainty digits would be felt upon the dying lips, probing, caressing. <c> Emanation was felt, dark, strong, potent; the auras of pain, of pleasure and of sufferings. “The bringer of Death.. you are, no? Oh how they suffered in these hands”. She sighs, pulling her digits away from the gasping tiers to trail along cold arms. “So bad, so sad..” Undead digits became entwined with digits of the dying. “And now they will continue to suffer..” She added before releasing the girl’s hands, before bringing one of hers to her lips. A quiet snarl ensued [or was it as snicker?], showing off sharp canines, before the pearly gates clamped down upon exposed wrist, puncturing blue veins, causing deep crimson [almost black] fluid to gush out of the wound. The wounded arm was then lifted towards the dying girl’s lips, Ninette’s free hand closing around the cold chin to pry open the gasping lips. A drop of the infested blood fell unto dry tongue, before another and soon the blood flowed freely from the wound to fill the gaping mouth. “Yes, dearling. I am here to save you. Save you from a senseless existence. Drink, drink.. quench that thirst”. She cooes.
Wanaao Smith: Unable to scream, her eyes widened in bulged with fear, a million different thoughts and emotions racing through her mind at once. Choking sounds exuded from her as would any other breathing being that was being hung a mirror maze closet. She felt her bodily functions die slowly one at a time, her heart rate among them. Hearing words faintly spoken to her, she knew she was hallucinating before she died. Just then another voice filled her numb ears as though in a daze. Had she really heard someone come up, or were crackled memories dancing in fragments on her skull? Though in all honesty it wouldn't have mattered. Her mind was acting as an empty cathedral, making the words only to bounce off like an echo. Hours passed it seemed before she was able to feel liquid fall and pour down her mouth, though how she felt it was beyond her since every other organ in her body seemed to have shut down. Her choking seemed her get gaspier as she felt bile rise in her throat to meet the blood that felt as if it took forver to go down her collapsed larynx. Soon,her death scene emitted a beautiful sort of gore to it as the mix of bile and blood trickled down her slender form and to the ground below her like cimson and black rain. Lifeless eyes now peered distantly straight ahead.
Fluffles Insano: Feeling the finger like wind against his fur, he stopped a moment as he turned around to stare at the closet as it closed up once again. Was something in there with his newly dead body? Curious, as always, his mind caused the speculum to merely move aside this time around, not caring about who would see it move without anyone truly moving it. Staring there, he saw the body on the floor than Ninette standing beside it. Tilting his head, he noticed the blood from the girl’s lips and knew what had happened. A soft smirk pressed upon his muzzle as he pounced onto the dead girl’s chest and moved about before coming to lay upon her body. Face to face with the recently deceased, his Cheshire grin appeared upon his muzzle before he inched closer, dragging himself across the woman’s body, closer to her lips. Licking at the blood and bile that had escaped and rested upon her lips, he didn’t seem to actually mind it all that much. Tasting it, he licked at her lips several more times, awaiting the new…toy’s resurrection.~|
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Dec 5, 2006 17:25:28 GMT 8
Ninette: She watches in absolute glee as the girl’s last breath came with the eruption of a mixture of blood and bile. Digits were free of their hold on the dead body; the shard held high before the dying gaze, its tip aligned with the nostril’s openings. A whisper resonated, a spell of the old tongue, so old none of the living have heard of its intricate syllables. It permeated the air, mingling and mixing with the odor of death before breaking into a million hisses and giggles; a myriad of morbid tunes. “Look into the shard, dearling, isn’t it pretty?” The voices seemed to suggest. And a glimmer was then seen from the semi-sentient shard. A moment passed before a wisp of intangible auras slipped from the dead girl’s lips to rise and seeped into the dangling Ruby. A coo escapes the Jesterette’s mouth as finally the soul was captured; the shard then returned to its place in the deep valley of her cleavage. A pale wrist rose, flicking, motioning to the rope, causing it to shudder before giving away; the body slumping down before falling onto its back, unseeing eyes staring up into the darkness. “So bad.. so sad” The jesterette would whisper as she brought her form to her knees beside the dead form, palms moving, hovering from toes to head before moving back to hover upon the heart. Once again the old syllables were heard, dark and unforgiving. The temperature within the small chamber dropped, chilling to the bones though the change did not seem to affect those gathered. A loud crackling, like lightning splitting the skies, resounded; the ground shook in protest of the unnatural summoning. From a far it would seem, a strong wheezing sound like a hurricane, resounded, filling the room. A ghostly figure floated, circling above the two forms; grunting and moaning. The Jesterette brought her hands together in a swift clap before pressing her palms onto the dead girl’s chest. A loud moan then exploded from somewhere within the room, the translucent spirit rushes towards the gaping mouth. There was only silence for a few moments, before a soft chuckle emanated from her lips. The Jesterette shifted, rising to her feet just as the small figure of the Cat [though it was a lot bigger than an average cat] came sauntering through the portal once again. “There you are, sweetness. Now go wake our little sister up, will you?”
Mystique/Wanaao: She woke up to blurred vision as the ceiling briefly spun on her. While righting her vision she felt something on her and that she was being licked. Spying the familiar cat, she felt earlier thoughts echo into her mind. Je déteste des chats. Growling, she sat up, having every intention of killing the damn thing. She stop quickly though. Hadn't she just died? Her body still felt as though....wait. What did she feel? Her skin still felt touched by death and she was covered in the bile and blood still. She absently reached up, just to test for a heartbeat. Feeling none, she didn't let that bother her. Maybe it was just weak right now. Had it just been some acid trip? Minus the acid...No. She shook her head, hoping to clear her mind. Every memories cascading within her temples had happened she knew it. What exactly, she did not know, but her hands still tensed up with a fervent need to castrate Mr. Kitty. The vicious thought made her smirk morbidly. She still sat upbright and finally noticed something outside her thoughts besides the cat. The small woman. Watching in silence, her eyes remained cold as she awaited explanation. Instead of stabbing at the cat, she moved a hand to stroke it though there would be no tenderness in the touch. Taking ruthless grasp, she quickly removed her hand right away as if burned. The touch would have hurt him as much as her. More images drained into her mind though she didn't dare explore them yet. The touch, after the pain of having a memory seeded in, wasn't so bad. Actually, she felt a surge of energy stab through her blissful rays Not even looking to the cat who remained on her, she clasped her hands and continued to stare at the woman with curiosity that ironically brought her to that position in the first place.
Fluffles Insano: Sliding back onto the woman’s lap as she sat up quickly, Fluff came to a seated position within her very lap as she came to slowly realize the things around her. Giving a soft purr of delight as he watched her, he knew slightly how it felt, but he was more so expecting it more than she was. Watching her movements as the young girl slowly came to the world around her, the very new life she held within her breasts. Her smirk, though morbid, didn’t worry the feline a single bit as his golden orbs continued to watch, waiting to see what was beyond them. With the moment of the woman’s touch to him, he felt the surge of pain followed by a headache as short flashes ripped before his eyes. Pulling away from her, he instantly let out a hiss as his right paw raised threateningly at the woman batted it in the air. When it came back to rest on the woman’s legs, he shook his head before just plopping down lazily, whatever she did, Fluff was not liking it all to well. Rolling onto his side, still in the confines of the girl’s lap, he let his eyes close as his mind tried to mend the flashes that ached in his head so. “Damn woman,” he hissed out loud, barely realizing what he did in the first place as he gave an odd little groan.~|
Ninette: She would watch, amethyst eyes glistening with brilliance unknown to the natural world. The loud hissing was met with a soft chuckle, fingers reaching out to touch the newly resurrected girl to caress her cold, stained cheek. Ninette would feel it, the incessant pull of the strong, potent mana of the vessel now occupied by the summoned spirit from the Abyssal plane. It will take some time for it to digest the old memories and to assume the role of the stolen soul. The semi-sentient shard felt warm upon her chest; a familiar throbbing felt as it digest the young soul. The chuckle made way for a whisper-like voice to reverberate from painted tiers as fingers traveled up to press against temple. “It will come to you.. slowly but surely, dearling. In hours to come, you will fully recognize who you are. The new you.” She offers quietly, trailing fingers to the girl’s chin before falling to the gore riddled chest. The girl would feel it; a warm, nigh blistering energy, emitting from the ends of padded digit, burrowing into her cold skin to wrap around her still heart. A whisperings returned but only for a moment before an excruciating pain would be felt in her chest as the dark auras begins to contract, causing the heart to pump tainted blood. “Now you are one of us and we belong to the Carvnivale. Arise sister and heed the Mother’s words”. A palm was offered and in its pale centre a tear shaped Ruby shard upon a black metal chain; glistened. Fingers moved up, taking the chain around neck to secure it. And then she was up on her feet, moving slowly towards the half opened portal; her crimson and silver satin dress brushing against the curling feline. “Fluff will accompany you, won’t you sweetness?” The raspy voice would resound near the puzzled girl, disembodied. Without waiting for an answer, the Jesterette slips out of the closet. A blink of the eyes, and her corporeal form disappears into nothingness.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 2, 2008 11:55:58 GMT 8
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