Post by -Pyro- on Nov 11, 2006 0:37:15 GMT -5
Silence, unmoved and rising,
Silence, unmoved and sheltering,
Silence, unmoved and permanent,
Silence, unmoved and brilliant,
Silence, unmoved and increasing,
...Silence...
The only thing to be heard in the forest surrounding the awe struck valley. It's tender glowing light and warmth could not reach into the depths of the shadows that were to be known as born from hell. A moment of hesitation passed over the devils creation before it was washed away harshly. There was no time for thinking like that. They had to be positive if they ever wanted to succeed in this light held world. But succeed they did not plan on... They wanted to conquer. The markings of hell she bore with no distaste, infact she cherished them, all save heavens mark upon her forehead. The Ivory star was perfectly shaped, but also perfectly hidden. Never to be seen by any. For who would she want to show. It was a hideous mark. Thoughts of thirst flickered impatiently over her mind, but she reminded herself to be patient, the victims must come to her, not for her to discover by choice. The dewy mist still hung in the air from the nights fog, and though the sun had been risen for many hours, it still hung determinedly in the forest where the sun shall not reach. A vibration hung in the air and instantly she picked it up sensing the defenseless creature not far off. And now the wait. The smirk of accomplishment crossed her mug with the easing of silent daggers hidden deeper in shadow.
"Destruction cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none."
[/u]Silence, unmoved and sheltering,
Silence, unmoved and permanent,
Silence, unmoved and brilliant,
Silence, unmoved and increasing,
...Silence...
The only thing to be heard in the forest surrounding the awe struck valley. It's tender glowing light and warmth could not reach into the depths of the shadows that were to be known as born from hell. A moment of hesitation passed over the devils creation before it was washed away harshly. There was no time for thinking like that. They had to be positive if they ever wanted to succeed in this light held world. But succeed they did not plan on... They wanted to conquer. The markings of hell she bore with no distaste, infact she cherished them, all save heavens mark upon her forehead. The Ivory star was perfectly shaped, but also perfectly hidden. Never to be seen by any. For who would she want to show. It was a hideous mark. Thoughts of thirst flickered impatiently over her mind, but she reminded herself to be patient, the victims must come to her, not for her to discover by choice. The dewy mist still hung in the air from the nights fog, and though the sun had been risen for many hours, it still hung determinedly in the forest where the sun shall not reach. A vibration hung in the air and instantly she picked it up sensing the defenseless creature not far off. And now the wait. The smirk of accomplishment crossed her mug with the easing of silent daggers hidden deeper in shadow.
"Destruction cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none."
The prey moved closer, and again the devil fought with her patience...
...just a few more...
And the trap was sprung. With unhinging speed ebon daggers collided with flesh and dug deep.Save the flesh it had found was light and moved quicker. With quick actions the prey was moving, and the vixen left glaring in anger. She was losing concentration. She needed to focus or the fresh rejuvenating crimson would never come to her as she wished it too. With a grunt and a curse the hellstress lifted herself from the ground. Though she had struck they target she had let it escape, and had impatiently struck out of her range. As she lifted a shaft of light flickered through the branches of the canopy of dark green above her. She hissed a string of profanities and ducked back under the shade of darkness. But the light had been enough...
"Scatter the peoples who delight in war"[/u]
The shaft had been enough to penetrate her core. Charcoal gave the color of her pelt, and flickers of red lit it afire. Even scarlet eyes glared out mercilessly. She cared not of any. Her own business was that of her own, and her own was havoc. A sneer escaped her facade as A thought of her family flickered through her mind.
Family... what a torpid concept. What really was family?
They idiots who consigned foolish ideas and faulted you with their miscue?
No. Family was dead to her. Her father lost to the world, her mother a blamed love struck fool
And her brother....
Ahhh her brother. How she had enjoyed watching him die at the vengeance of her crave. His final words ringing clearly through the unshattered mind that held his voice like poison.
"And Lo shall I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me"[/i]
Pathetic Half light had cried out these last words in hope of it's change of her. And lo her soul be saved by god from the evil that had started to encase it. The blood had begun to trickle from his mouth when his voice returned.
You have done well my sweet, I prey you have made thy decision final?
The answer had never come from her, and it hadn't need to , For she was gone. Dead to the world. The devil now encased her soul, and In the shadows of Hell is where she lived. The former name of one forgotten. She was no more the innocent youth who had grown in the family of nuetrals, sired by the demon himself. She was much worse. Her heart was a stoney pit, and her blood lust as though the demons vampiric minions had encompassed her too.
The blood had a different meaning. It gave satisfaction and power.
Though the true strength came in a battle. Empowered by the devil himself she could fight off any, however the scars she received from letting them kick in a few hits. Her true thrive was pain. It only raised her lust more. Already her pelt was littered beneath: Blood ridden scars, crossing and recrossing. scaring and littering the raised skin beneath.
The life of the soldier was suiting for her. Though the encompassment of the shadow brought her solace, she still felt distrusting.
A sense of solitude exhorted resolutely into the iron fortress that held fast her mind. Insanity had slipped in, and for that she was this blood child, yet again she did not mind.
The shifting of her movements as she crushed the scampering rabbit near her hock was smooth and transitioned. No flaw to be found, and the creature was sure to have felt little pain... this time.
Victims of her past cried out savagely from the darkness.
murderer.... traitor.... forsaken one... savage beast....
She agreed with most. They fit the character of one such as her with iniquity.
How could you...
The voice whipped the smirk from her face, and she for once cringed in pain of her own.
M'love, how could you.... she was our-
She cut the voice out blocking it once more from her mind. She had sworn never to hear that voice again. The voice that turned her to stone.The one who had brought about change. The one who was to blame. No... she must shut it out now before it grew out of hand. It was the only-
{Charm, Why?"}
-choice.
She would use this pain to her advantage. And the voice was gone. But the sorrow remained.
My sweet... My pet... do not feel for he. He careth not for you. It is him who turned you -
'shut up'
The words came at a hiss and again it was silent but only for a moment.
You would do well to obey me Hell's Charm... I am your only ally...
The devil always had the last word.
"Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness,
in which there is no love."[/i][/center]
