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The Sinners {Meet Me Half Way} Die First
« Thread started on: Sep 19th, 2007, 2:23pm » |
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Soak me you WITCHin this black CAULDRINwhere your evil lies.
Her pillars were now invisible all the while her bodice following pursuit. Sunlight had long since faded and darkness now reigned. The age of the night had begun. Swift daggers clenched themselves down upon the earth bringing her even farther to whom of which she sought. She was here more to see if what she was told was true, that a dark steed remained her in the mists. Her imagine drew up his features and it shocked her how vivid they were. He was the color of ivory with only flecks of black. His daggers perfectly shaped and his bodice perfectly formed. His smile was as if an insane clown was glowing at you, waiting to see your reaction to such a face. His sonar were perched atop his crown as if they were flags upon a castle. But many say such a titan was fake, a mere collision with desperation to form this imaginary god. But others say he was the king, the king of the night. She of course did not believe in such fairy tales, so why had she come? Maybe her thoughts were urging her or maybe she liked to prove everyone wrong.
The stillness was growing ever near and she could hear the beat of her own heart. Was this nerves? The night must be fooling with her. She halted feeling ad if this were the place were storms began. Her banner flew to its place while tassels played peek-a-boo with her blue optics. Jaws clenched as if she were ready to strike. Such uneasiness in the air. She realized there were no stars nor moon. But the sky was clear of debris, how could this be? Maybe she was tired. That's it. She hadn't slept for quite awhile, of course no one could. She had tried once before but was woken by nightmare after nightmare. It was as if they were real, to real for any real sleep to be gained. Screams broke through her thoughts as she flicked her head up to see a lonely crow. No matter where darkness went, it seemed as though crows followed. Suddenly a blackbird fell beside its cousin, as if they were long lost friends. Strange to see the two species coexist. The cawed and squawked and when it all ended, their red pools scraped around her features. She could see them staring, taking her soul from her very eyes and she ripped her gaze away. It was too close for comfort.
A brisk wind arose and she stood. This had to be it. He must be coming. But she said he was all an illusion, a dream, a hoax. Why would she be standing before his thrown if she did not believe? But there had to be someone who caused pain. Who with just a flick of his wrist sent a powerful stead jumping to his death. Who with a honey covered lyric sent a foal against its mother. No there had to be someone, and she wanted to see Him, the steed who held all the power.
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Re: The Sinners {Meet Me Half Way} Die First
« Reply #1 on: Sep 20th, 2007, 5:22pm » |
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Ward of the Shadowed DEMONS
The only source of possible light given to the place of hell was the moon, should that perish, all would be darkness and the nightmare would begin. There were no stars across the sky, no passing of clouds nor any other kind of light. So for the moon to dissapear, there was all fear about the land, for that could only mean one thing, and one thing alone. He was coming. From the depths of hell itself, he was coming. Yet, oddly enough, he wasn't. A thick darkness rose from the ground itself, billowing toward the heavens in a swirling, ebony mass. It was impenetrable, only it's great swirls could be seen from a distance. As it rose higher and higher into the sky it crowded before the moon, encasing it, until at last, the last bit of light about the land was extinguished, and it fell into the darkness that had claimed lives of so many past souls.
The cloud of darkness gathered its way nearer the harlot until it too, encased her before she had chance of escaping it. It swirled about her, though instead of its expected warmth, it was cold, almost to the point of freezing. The darkness billowed about her and a masculine voice quite unlike any other, echoed around all sides of the darkness. "Who dares disturb my counsel and block the path of another's worst nightmare." Yet there was no sign of a life form, no sign of a creature. It was as if the cloud spoke of its own accord, yet with the sinisterly devil voice of the one true demon himself. The cloud began to swirl faster in a cyclone shape about the wench, spinning steadily faster and faster until it was approaching a dangerous speed.
The winds howled and a soft, yet terrifying laughter rang amidst the clouds. Not loud, but audible. There was no life sign, the crows had vanished, and it was simply the darkness and the harlot. Perhaps there was another source that drew breath, yet wherever that source was, it was unknown. Such a terrifying dementia threatened every bit of the harlot, mind, body and soul. She was not safe, she was in the devil's hands now.
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"What did you except? These are farmers....people of the land.....you know....morons."
-Gene Wilder
(in Blazing Saddles)
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« Reply #2 on: Sep 21st, 2007, 3:52pm » |
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Soak me you WITCHin this black CAULDRINwhere your evil lies.
Crazy this weather. The tornado beat around her and she knew something was here, she could almost feel his breaths along her nape as slowly the air began to freeze. Her pillars moved to keep from stocking up and crown flung as sonar heard the piercing lyrics come about from the storm. Though they were soft it was as if a high pitched whistle rung throughout her skull. Teeth clenched as she tossed and turned to get the sound out of her mind. Finally a lingering laugh remained and all grew quiet. She tried to speak but she realized her jaw was clenched shut. Opening without success she gave a moment to regain her composure. Witch's Cauldrin be thy name. And to whom may this concern?Her lyrics were soft, elegant. They hypnotized mere mortals as her deadly smile sunk them to their knees.Be gracious good one, I have come here to see for myself that you truly are who people say you are. But my doubt has not been fulfilled for I have not yet to see you. Was that a little lust that rang through her vocals? No, couldn't be. Her breaths grew easy as she awaited Him, It if you will. As of now she saw nothing, just a cloud of dust and turmoil.
Pools viewed up as if the heavens were where he dwelled. Wrong. But looking down seemed to diminish Him, but why should she care. So far all she had seen was a twister with a voice. No steed nor titan. No god had placed its face before hers. Maybe this was a hoax, a hoax to get steeds to die for their rightful sides. There weren’t really gods, just generals who wanted the satisfaction of having the mightiest army. Pitiful really to fool such pitiful souls.
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Re: The Sinners {Meet Me Half Way} Die First
« Reply #3 on: Sep 22nd, 2007, 7:57pm » |
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Bring me your NiGhtMarEs and I'll teAr your soul in two
The swriling cyclone began to contain it's inner fury, relinquishing it's vast grip upon her as it began to fade. Slowly, the moon became more visibly hazy as the darkness shrank, becoming a stifling mist against it's icy glare. Droplets of crimson dew thicker than blood formed over the land, leaving a path of it's murder on the dying grass beneath the flints of the wench. If the harlot dared listen close enough through the high pitched whistling of the wind and the rush it made through the emptyness of the land, there was the faintest of hoofbeats, at least, that was what it sounded close enough to relate to. The "hoofbeats" recollected to the doppler effect, at one point the hoofbeats appeared to trod nearer to her, ever so faint against the wind, then they were upon her! Yet, then they were fading away behind her. Tricks of the trade were at play now, should she suffice to his torments she would undoubtedly break beneath the pressure, none had ever survived the fiercest of his... games.
The hoofbeats were returning, this time tracking her down on the opposite side. But this time as they approached they continued to create an almost inaudible track around her, until they were so silent, then they were no more. From point of view of the devil- Ah the games of useless harlots. Hypnotizing the minds of mere mortals her mistakes are evident, only a fool would think those games would chance the outlook of an immortal. How sad, I pity her... actually... no I don't To the present nightmare- The darkness listened carelessly to the wenches vocals as it fluttered aimlessly about her, taking no heed to swarm the moon. There was silence about the land after her tunes were sang, as though the devil had left her. But the air about the mist said otherwise, they still held a tuneful air of the haunting tones he brought to the world. These doubts were suddenly silenced by the unheard voice once more. "Little harlot you are weak. The weak do not believe, and the weak shall never know me."
The darkening mist picked up a steadier pace and a darker tint like a smokey ash that was thick and coarse to the touch. The darkness' response was indeed relative to all her lyricals but it continued forth, feeding upon the want of knowledge that exceeded from her and he breathed it in, growing stronger with every moment that he took that want away from her. "Do not dare impune my honor by believing that you, of all mortal souls, shall come to know who and what I am." As soon as the echoing voice ciesed to exist, the darkness thickened to it's full capactity. So thick was it that it seemed to contrict the breathing passage ways of mortals and blotted out the moon once again. The hoofbeats sounded again, except this time, it was indecieferable to tell where they truely were this time. To her left? Right? Ahead of? Lacking behind? These questions were answered as the darkness squeezed it's chocking grasps tighter once more before it began to move away from the witch, sauntering in an almost taunting fashion away from her, slowly, carelessly, pointedly in rejection. And slowly and ever so slightly, the hoofbeats sounded once again drawing farther and farther away.
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