Post by Caliga on May 19, 2007 22:06:12 GMT -5
Their lives were lost as the past dies;
Rivers of red; their strangled cries
Give not your sympathy; give me malice.
Give me envy; give me lies.
Nares flared, releasing frosted air into the frozen atmosphere. Rolling waves crashed against the shore, sweeping layers of sand with it back into the ocean's unforgiving depths. Slender palms swayed; fragile in the gentle breeze. It was cold; this night. The night was lit by a single crescent moon, rising from masses of ominous clouds. It casted sickly shadows 'pon the lone fae that traversed the sands, leaving naught but hoofprints in her wake.
Said fae stood formidable; pelt the hue of charcoal, plumes and mane cascading like a charred waterfall onto her nape. Ebon orbs narrowed for mere seconds; watching. Then in a swift movement, delicate lids snapped upwards, bringing her to full attention. Dagger-like hooves pawed the sand as her pace increased, the merciless cruch of shattering shellfish sounding beneath her feet.
Thoughts flit back and forth inside her twisted skull, each flash bringing forth hues of crimson, shades of scarlet, the spilling of vermillion. Tortured cries rang in her auds, speaking to her in melodies of excruciating pain. She released a snort of frustration as her eyes glinted in the deathly light of the moon. Why was she here?
She had no idea. Horrifying memories continued to taunt her, but it was not a conscience. It was simply a friend; an acquaintance of her years past. Elegant neck rose, and her ears twitched, seeking the sound of an approaching lord. Nothing. Power. She wanted power now, lusting after it like the most precious of gems.
She waited.
Rivers of red; their strangled cries
Give not your sympathy; give me malice.
Give me envy; give me lies.
Nares flared, releasing frosted air into the frozen atmosphere. Rolling waves crashed against the shore, sweeping layers of sand with it back into the ocean's unforgiving depths. Slender palms swayed; fragile in the gentle breeze. It was cold; this night. The night was lit by a single crescent moon, rising from masses of ominous clouds. It casted sickly shadows 'pon the lone fae that traversed the sands, leaving naught but hoofprints in her wake.
Said fae stood formidable; pelt the hue of charcoal, plumes and mane cascading like a charred waterfall onto her nape. Ebon orbs narrowed for mere seconds; watching. Then in a swift movement, delicate lids snapped upwards, bringing her to full attention. Dagger-like hooves pawed the sand as her pace increased, the merciless cruch of shattering shellfish sounding beneath her feet.
Thoughts flit back and forth inside her twisted skull, each flash bringing forth hues of crimson, shades of scarlet, the spilling of vermillion. Tortured cries rang in her auds, speaking to her in melodies of excruciating pain. She released a snort of frustration as her eyes glinted in the deathly light of the moon. Why was she here?
She had no idea. Horrifying memories continued to taunt her, but it was not a conscience. It was simply a friend; an acquaintance of her years past. Elegant neck rose, and her ears twitched, seeking the sound of an approaching lord. Nothing. Power. She wanted power now, lusting after it like the most precious of gems.
She waited.