Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Mar 14, 2010 13:43:32 GMT 8
Dusk was still young, slivers of light appeared between the thickening grey clouds above the silent mountain range. Soft rustling sound permeated the air as a pair of frightened critters scurried towards underbrush in hope to find a suitable hiding place; spooked it would seem by soundless footfalls raping the dry leaves upon the beaten path. A soft jingle of bells would whisper against the chill of the evening breeze. A soft tune, unheard of by many of the occupants of the material plain, permeated the cold air. A petite form, shrouded in a worn, grey cloak, perfectly attired for an excursion into the shadow riddled forest, made its way nonchalantly into the Darkness.
Dainty, nimble steps carrying the form forth until at last they ceased upon a cluster of ancient trees; beyond them a small, circular clearing was evident and within the clearing was an odd mound of stone; in the midst of it, a flat surfaced bolder its prominent structure. The small form would heave a labored breath, slender arms rising from their hidden post to pull at the cowl upon its head, revealing a Jesterette with hair braided with a kaleidoscope of ribbons and body clad with lace of multitude color. Full painted lips began to move though naught a voice could be heard but a thousand disembodied whispers chanting in a language long forgotten by the mortals of the present plane. Arms would then rise towards the darkened sky as the smooth surface of the bolder began to shimmer as if transforming into glass.
From beyond it a shadow begins to spread, covering every inch of the liquid surface until there was nothing but total darkness. She heaves another sigh before moving forth; planting one foot before the other, allowing the pliable fingers of the shadows to surround her, pulling her forth into the darkness within. She has been summoned. Summoned to come before the Master. As the whispers grew stronger and the feel of their invading fingers continued to carry her deeper; her mind continued to war. ‘There will be blood to spill. There will be dues to pay’. Another tortured sigh escapes her. There can never be a way out of this predicament. For there has been news of a mutiny within the family.
And then there is that one other news.. the death of their guardian, Mother. She felt the hard ground upon her knees, almost instantly as the sound of the creator’s profound presence; terrible yet wondrous, invaded her ears. It rang with his fury; cutting into her reverie like a tempered razor. Chin would not lift though her right palm moved swiftly to her dead heart; as if on its own accord. “Master, I am here”.
The meeting was one sided for most; Ninette having to listen and offer the most basic answers. The irate tone of her Master did not cease; grating at her mortal ears, stabbing at her subconscious mind. “You know what I expect, my sweet Ninette. Hurry you back to the world of Man and retrieve what has been allowed; return what has been lost. Find my children. Bind them together. The renegades must be destroyed.” The raspy tune, alluring in its wickedness, caused a shiver to run along her slender back, bringing forth dark memories of her past. “Yes, Master” Was all she could reply.
“Now go, dearling” Came the commanding voice once again, prompting her feet to recoil to a stand. She bows, still averting her eyes from falling upon the magnificent form of the Master. Several backwards steps were then taken, carrying her tiny form towards the shimmering portal. “Ninette..” Her body reacted fast, securing her feet to the adamantine floor and once again as if having its own mind, her body moves to its own accord; chin lifting so eyes would find the crimson ringed, irises of the Master’s.
“I will send reinforcements. Be on the look out for them, won’t you?” Chin would nod before once again feet would shuffle; the black fingers of the Shadows claiming her tiny form, carrying her back through the portal before depositing her in a reclined position upon the damp floor of the clearing. Obsidian eyes would stare into the cloud filled canopy; unblinking as breaths came as clouds of mist around her pale face.
Dainty, nimble steps carrying the form forth until at last they ceased upon a cluster of ancient trees; beyond them a small, circular clearing was evident and within the clearing was an odd mound of stone; in the midst of it, a flat surfaced bolder its prominent structure. The small form would heave a labored breath, slender arms rising from their hidden post to pull at the cowl upon its head, revealing a Jesterette with hair braided with a kaleidoscope of ribbons and body clad with lace of multitude color. Full painted lips began to move though naught a voice could be heard but a thousand disembodied whispers chanting in a language long forgotten by the mortals of the present plane. Arms would then rise towards the darkened sky as the smooth surface of the bolder began to shimmer as if transforming into glass.
From beyond it a shadow begins to spread, covering every inch of the liquid surface until there was nothing but total darkness. She heaves another sigh before moving forth; planting one foot before the other, allowing the pliable fingers of the shadows to surround her, pulling her forth into the darkness within. She has been summoned. Summoned to come before the Master. As the whispers grew stronger and the feel of their invading fingers continued to carry her deeper; her mind continued to war. ‘There will be blood to spill. There will be dues to pay’. Another tortured sigh escapes her. There can never be a way out of this predicament. For there has been news of a mutiny within the family.
And then there is that one other news.. the death of their guardian, Mother. She felt the hard ground upon her knees, almost instantly as the sound of the creator’s profound presence; terrible yet wondrous, invaded her ears. It rang with his fury; cutting into her reverie like a tempered razor. Chin would not lift though her right palm moved swiftly to her dead heart; as if on its own accord. “Master, I am here”.
The meeting was one sided for most; Ninette having to listen and offer the most basic answers. The irate tone of her Master did not cease; grating at her mortal ears, stabbing at her subconscious mind. “You know what I expect, my sweet Ninette. Hurry you back to the world of Man and retrieve what has been allowed; return what has been lost. Find my children. Bind them together. The renegades must be destroyed.” The raspy tune, alluring in its wickedness, caused a shiver to run along her slender back, bringing forth dark memories of her past. “Yes, Master” Was all she could reply.
“Now go, dearling” Came the commanding voice once again, prompting her feet to recoil to a stand. She bows, still averting her eyes from falling upon the magnificent form of the Master. Several backwards steps were then taken, carrying her tiny form towards the shimmering portal. “Ninette..” Her body reacted fast, securing her feet to the adamantine floor and once again as if having its own mind, her body moves to its own accord; chin lifting so eyes would find the crimson ringed, irises of the Master’s.
“I will send reinforcements. Be on the look out for them, won’t you?” Chin would nod before once again feet would shuffle; the black fingers of the Shadows claiming her tiny form, carrying her back through the portal before depositing her in a reclined position upon the damp floor of the clearing. Obsidian eyes would stare into the cloud filled canopy; unblinking as breaths came as clouds of mist around her pale face.