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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 15, 2010 11:36:36 GMT 8
The night was young, the dark canopy so high above the trees littered with wisp of grey cloud. Soft rustling sound of footfalls as they found the dry leaves upon the beaten path, whispered against the chill of the evening breeze. A soft tune, unheard of by the occupants of the material plan, eerie and beautiful, permeated the cold air. A petite form, dressed in a lacy frock, a multitude of colors, oddly attired for an excursion into the shadow riddled forest, made its way unafraid into the Darkness. Wisp of cold breath escapes dainty nostrils like fumes from a chimney on a cozy farmhouse. Slender arms reached out to touch the green foliage without a care in the world. But as soon as those soft tipped digits touch the velvety pieces, they would wither and crumple into black, gnarled stumps.
Making her way around an ancient willow, cerulean orbs would rise from their station to peer into a small clearing beyond the curtain of old vines, where no vegetation had dared to grow. There was a huge bolder in the middle of the smooth ground. As tall as she was though thrice the size. A humorless smile would creep upon flawless face as memories flooded into the reverie of malice. The gateway to the Abyss was intact and safe, if would seem. Lips begin to chant in a language so old it was forgotten by all except those who resides within the place of Abysmal Darkness, as she steps into the clearing. A dark aura light, almost liquid to the eyes began to pool around the base of the stone, before rising slowly to swallow the stone until there was none but the pitch black darkness.
A hand rose to touch the mirror like portal, the liquid shadow leaping out to surround pale fingers, creeping swiftly towards her arm and then shoulder until finally they found the red amber concealed within her cleavage. Lips parted, though naught a sound would be heard by any, eyelids clamping shut as the souls were drained by the dark aura, until at last they slither back from whence they came, leaving the shard empty but for a portion of energy to sustain the vessel she inhibits. Chin would drop as the liquid blackness begins to fade, falling to pool around the base once again. “My gift to you, my master”. She whispered slowly, trying to control the quiver in her voice. She took a step back swiftly, trying to get away from the stone for the transfer has taken its toll on the Jesterette.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 15, 2010 11:38:44 GMT 8
Isaac was never one for study, but since his talk with Mother about ascending there had been much to ponder over. The risks involved were great, but so were the gains to be had. Unclasping his hands that were held under his chin, he extended a single digit to gnarl and harden to a point, scoring a serpent marking on the aged wooden surface irritably. "But what of the cost!" His finger returning to join its brethren as he slams them down to hit the desk, sending the loud sound reverberating to the high ceiling. A rash sigh followed and he stood from the chair. He'd been sitting there for nearly three days without a meal for himself or his shard, and even with the rare relationship he had with it, patience for both were growing thin. "I have to feed soon, or else..."
Swallowing thickly as thoughts of wrecking every inch of the study and half of Mothers homestead on his way out to wreak havoc through the surrounding forestland came to snap him from his grumbling. "Meme would have my heart." Licking his lips he walked over to the window, gazing out at the nearing twilight, his eyes widening as he saw a ghost from his past walking purposely through the thickening foliage on the outskirts of the manor.
"Ninette..." Isaac's voice barely a whisper as he took a deep an unnecessary breath to steady his nerves. "Must be the stress, and lack of sustenance. My mind is playing tricks on me..." And yet he could not take his eyes from the slight opening in the brush. "but what if it's a sign, a portent for our ascension..." He was not the sort to believe in coincidences, or hallucinations, and so with his eyes keenly set on the position of the hole, Isaac head out in search of his maker. He followed the subtle trail left on the air and the rhythmic pull of the shard at his navel, as though a magnet being drawn to its source. 'Ninette, where are you?' He thought to himself, and he wondered if it were possible for her to lead him to becoming that which he was born to be. A full blooded Harlequin.
Finally nearing a small opening in the wirey undergrowth, he found himself standing in the presence of his creator for the first time since his rebirth. "Ninette..." The words snaking across the wispy tendrils of their never wordly connection, tight in his throat as he felt obliged to belie his years of self worth, and knelt before her. Head held low. "I am in need, once more... And here you are...Am I dreaming?"
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 15, 2010 11:40:22 GMT 8
The intangible aura; the life force within the shared shard throbbed, signaling the arrival of its twin, so close, so potent. A ragged breath escaped the Jesterette; already tire from her encounter yet still aware of her surroundings. Too aware in fact. She could feel, no, taste the incoming intently in the air. A familiar taste, a kin. Her body turns rigid. Still as a marble. As beautiful as a sculpture. Though not from fear. Far from it. From anticipation of a long forgotten feeling? Adoration? Perhaps. But a feeling least welcomed nonetheless. Obsidian eyes roamed her immediate surroundings, keen ears capturing every sound within the vicinity. Almost immediately, the soft rustling of weathered leaves registered within her dark mind. Eyes becoming wide as she heaves unneeded air into her long dead lungs. Her gaze swiftly found the object of her anticipation. A form so familiar yet so strange.
Despite herself, a smile spreads along painted lips in greetings. Raspy yet melodious tune begins to flow from full, sensuous lips. “Mon amor.. Isaac”. Body shifted swiftly to face the entity; his blistering auras assaulted hers in many ways but one signature was clear above all. He was ripe for ascensions. A sharp, yet quiet gasp ensued. “You are far from dreaming, dearling. I am here.. But why are you here? I thought the manor is deserted”.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 15, 2010 11:41:32 GMT 8
His deep prismatic hues found hers with their complete unfettered intensity, spiraling into the darkest reaches of the abyssal plane. No one could gaze into those black holes without being drawn in, and the overwhelming potency of the sheer purity of darkness everlasting would devour most, but not her. The ruby shard at his navel singing an ascending chorus with her own as they neared each other, such a brilliant homecoming.
From his bowing position his body would appear sculpted of ivory, with his sinuous serpentlike tail wreathed elegantly behind him, his skin rippling sheer scintillation as the light seemed to catch him in just the right way. The flawless alabaster seeming to emanate a shifting indescribable aura. A wry grin crossed Isaac's face as she posed him the question, causing his face to light up as though foretelling prophecy. "I was told I would find the path to my ascension here..." Truth be told this was 100% accurate, and yet he could still scarcely believe she stood there before him. So long he had wandered, surviving alone with the innocence of a pup. Transcending his limitations through the torturous stay in Noir's realm of darkness, and to return a wolf in his own right. A predator indistinguishable in poise and grace from any of the fabled Familie.
"Why are you here?"
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 15, 2010 11:42:22 GMT 8
The incredible aura, the long lost connection, began to rebuild its foundation deep within her being. Coursing, spiraling within the dormant veins; awakening a feeling she has forgotten until that very moment. The throbbing continues, though at a slower rate, matching its rhythm with that of his. A soft sigh escapes her, too quiet to be heard but perhaps felt? A slender hand rose to touch the now glowing shard; to caress as if it was a loved daemon, a being in its own right. Obsidian gaze slid along sculptured form; caressing appreciatively before finding its way back to his magnificent visage, caressing still. A coo escaped unabashed. For a moment she was lost in his wondrous eyes.
“I am here to deliver my offerings to the Master”. She offered in a soft whisper; a lover’s tune though eyes glinted with undisguised mischief.
“ And because I have a duty to fulfill.”
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 15, 2010 11:44:23 GMT 8
Rising with a subtle fluid grace of a snake to his full height, he would show her his worthiness as he posed his message. Practiced over and again in his mind before their fated meeting here in the evening light. "I have travelled far both within and across the world and the many planes of the abyss in search of you." Raising his arms slowly at either side of himself, drawing his body higher, muscles tightening and twisting to add to his height, now standing easily at eight foot tall. "Look at how I have grown, Ninette...My time has been well spent, the shard within and I are of one mind and soul, with the everpresent awareness that has been lacking. I am not whole, Ninette... I can feel it in every waking moment, brimming on the edges of myself, overflowing with potential power.
I cannot tap into it, no matter how I twist my body..." His back arching as four barbed lancelike limbs sprout force, spikes and bristles glistening with the fresh coat of venom. Bones cracking in his skull as his jaw breaks off at the lower, extending with rows of helion teeth reared and dripping malice. His eyes near bulging set aflame with the potent black flames that rimmed the edges of the abyss, the event horizon of his form seething with effort to break forth and ascend. His previous feathery hair rising to swipe at the air with wild lashings whipping out with snaps and hisses. Crimson lining the joints of his body, trickling into every crevice as his body nearly burst within itself. His tail rippling the ebony scales and splaying out into three seperate serpent whips, that then split into three more. Surrounding himself with the writhing mass of snakelike limbs. His aura positively burning the air around him, until he could maintain it no longer. Exhaustion hitting him and the shard together and his body slumped slowly back into his sitting position. A look of dejection on his contorted face as his bones began cracking back into position, his limbs recoiling back into themself leaving only the smearing of blood on his body. Usually he would not have any injuries from his transformations, but he tried so hard to excel himself in the eyes of his creator that he tore at the boundaries of his position as Harlette until his limbs nearly wound up broken.
Taking deep laboured breaths to calm himself as he cast a sharp and shamed glance at her. "I cannot do it, I cannot do it alone... Pleaassse...Ninette, help me..." The hiss in his voice only the bare tip of the iceberg of the torment he felt. To be locked eternally inside a prison of his own body was a torture he could endure, but not accept without a fight. Not now that his chance of reaching his potential was so close at hand. "Help me assscend..." And with that, he lowered his head, awaiting Ninette to respond, to approach him, chide him, whatever she deemed fit to grace him with he would take graciously. They had found eachother by no more coincidence, he knew this now for fact, and so he waited for his destiny to roll out infront of him finally.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 15, 2010 11:45:33 GMT 8
Ninettte stood statue-like, eyes widening as she watched Isaac’s transformation into an abomination. A sigh followed his defeat, eyelids drooping for a moment to hide the disappointment of a creator upon witnessing her underling’s failure. Although she knew it was due to the limitations of a harlette. But she couldn’t deny the pride seeping between the dark recesses of her blackened heart. He was magnificent. She took another breath, deeper this time as muscles recoils from their dormant position. Slowly she turns away, pacing towards the abysmal portal. Lips began to chant in the long forgotten tongue. The clouds above them began to gather in response, swift and menacing they swirl above them, pulling and snatching dried leaves from the ground. Though there was no sound at all but the whispers of eerie voices as the portal shuddered into life once again; the dark adamantine turning into liquid. Ninette slowed her steps to a stop; eyes peering unseeing into the shimmering pool.
Raising her right hand, a talon like digit began to elongate until it became apparent as a dagger in ones grasp. The other limb raise soon after, palm facing up towards the darkened twilight. Swiftly the dagger found the soft flesh of her hand, cutting deeply. Almost immediately the black, vile poisonous blood pooled within the cupped hand. In a blur of movements, she reaches toward the shimmering portal, slipped her bloodied hand into the dark surface which gave away with a hiss before pulling her hand away untouched. It was as if the wound and blood was never there to begin with.
“Master..” Her whispers began. Eyelids rolled upwards to reveal the obsidian gaze, though this time the whites had disappeared altogether. “I came to offer you my creation. Take him and do as you please but do not deny him his right to live. I beg you” She turns abruptly, black pools unblinking as she steps towards him, the air stood still but the thousands of ancient whispers. Pliable black fingers began to stretch out from the portal, licking at the still air before moving forth to surround Ninette like a cloak. “You are ready, dearling.” Her voice came like a symphony of unworldly sounds; it was as if she was speaking in a several languages at the same time.
“There will be pain”. She cautioned; already standing before him. “The Master is calling for you. Go to him and receive the greatest gift of all Time. The gift of life”. She whispers against his ear; her movement was too fast to be registered by normal eyes. “But first.. you will have to die”. With that the dagger found its mark; mercilessly diving into the soft flesh at the base of his throat before running up to his chin. It was over in a fraction of a second. Ninette stepped away just as swiftly as she had arrived as the darkness reached towards the fallen form of Isaac. The unforgiving fingers of darkness licked greedily at the gaping slit, moving around him, wrapping him in their tight embrace. Slowly the black matter began to pull him closer to the portal.
“Go with them” She whispered again. The dagger-like appendage was already gone from her hand.
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