Post by ..R e v o l v e r.. on May 19, 2007 10:09:35 GMT -5
Beneath a drooping willow screamed out a beckoning shelter, away from the hastles and burdens of the life before her. Her broken wings had failed her so many times long ago, and now she sought no solution but to merely carry the heavy weight of what barriers and grave dangers lay before her. Pitch orbs rolled in their sockets, taking in everything around the demoness. Her muscles rippled beneath her ebonite coat, though her posture carried lowly...not messily, but rather in a morbid, morose way. She had deftly decided so long ago that nothing worthwhile awaited her in this world, so she gave away her hope to the demons inside her, and thus her soul fell along with it. Her heart had withered away years ago, now just an ashen organ that served no purpose other than to pump cold blood through her veins. Her vocals released the most haunting, chilling tune as she hummed to herself, her tones solid and unbroken by the smooth motion of her pace. Despite her sorrowful stance, she was graceful...her pitch eyes had dried of tears years ago, and since then not one has fallen from the demoness's eyes...how can you cry when you've fallen so deep that your tears have been used up? Her features held nothing to them but a grave, almost unconscious look to them. Uncaring coldness was laced through her facade, her sides rising and falling with her steady breaths. She could feel the soft scratch of the willow's seeping branches as they grazed across her hide, only momentarily disturbing her smooth pelt before the fine hairs fell back into their place. She was a sight to behold, but behind her beauty their was a macabre darkness that drove most away.
With a downcast gaze the lucid vix came to a hault beneath the shallow darkness, only slightly covering her from the full, silver moon that hung in the canvas of the night sky. She blended in with the darkness behind her so well, that it would take a toll on one's sight to strain so hard to see the hidden vixen. A damp crimson coated the sharp rims of her massive daggars, faded red prints staining the grass before her. She had of course gotten into a small scrap, ending with a horrible wound to her opponent to the extent that whether the fae she had struck would survive or not was beyond her knowing. The crack of the other fae's bones beneath her strength still rang so freshly through her mind that she could swear that it was indeed happening all over again. But at this thought, she neither flinched nor shuddered...she felt neither a pang of guilt, or an inch of remorse for her actions. In fact, she would lose no seconds of sleep tonight over the wounds and screams she had caused that unfortunate equine...for she had lost the ability to care for others at all.
She lifted her morose gaze to the distance, seeing nothing but an empty landscape bathed in a faded, pastel silver from the moonlight above. Silence etched every inch of the terrain...some claiming ground this was. Then again, who other than a dark demoness or demon dared to wander the lands of a land at war at such a late hour? Usually, she herself would be lost in a world of nightmares and slumber at this time, but insomnia shackled her mind, and the lids of her eyes could not remain shut. Despite the slight ache in her young muscles, she could not stand still long enough to allow them the rest of a long travel. A plain, muffled sigh escaped the nares of the obsidian fae...if she was a demoness, she couldn't help but wonder...why did she not feel the need to shed blood? Of course, she did enjoy the occasional harsh fight with another, but she had no uncontrollable drive for blood, like most darks. She supposed that her lack of insanity was a good thing...it set her apart from most of her fellow demons and demonesses. She still felt a deep resent for lights and neutrals...she supposed that this came natural. And another thought wracked her mind...what did her future hold in store for her?
With a downcast gaze the lucid vix came to a hault beneath the shallow darkness, only slightly covering her from the full, silver moon that hung in the canvas of the night sky. She blended in with the darkness behind her so well, that it would take a toll on one's sight to strain so hard to see the hidden vixen. A damp crimson coated the sharp rims of her massive daggars, faded red prints staining the grass before her. She had of course gotten into a small scrap, ending with a horrible wound to her opponent to the extent that whether the fae she had struck would survive or not was beyond her knowing. The crack of the other fae's bones beneath her strength still rang so freshly through her mind that she could swear that it was indeed happening all over again. But at this thought, she neither flinched nor shuddered...she felt neither a pang of guilt, or an inch of remorse for her actions. In fact, she would lose no seconds of sleep tonight over the wounds and screams she had caused that unfortunate equine...for she had lost the ability to care for others at all.
She lifted her morose gaze to the distance, seeing nothing but an empty landscape bathed in a faded, pastel silver from the moonlight above. Silence etched every inch of the terrain...some claiming ground this was. Then again, who other than a dark demoness or demon dared to wander the lands of a land at war at such a late hour? Usually, she herself would be lost in a world of nightmares and slumber at this time, but insomnia shackled her mind, and the lids of her eyes could not remain shut. Despite the slight ache in her young muscles, she could not stand still long enough to allow them the rest of a long travel. A plain, muffled sigh escaped the nares of the obsidian fae...if she was a demoness, she couldn't help but wonder...why did she not feel the need to shed blood? Of course, she did enjoy the occasional harsh fight with another, but she had no uncontrollable drive for blood, like most darks. She supposed that her lack of insanity was a good thing...it set her apart from most of her fellow demons and demonesses. She still felt a deep resent for lights and neutrals...she supposed that this came natural. And another thought wracked her mind...what did her future hold in store for her?
