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- China Rose Lykoi - 04-18-2011 [html]
[html] ooc: come save herrrr The sun was setting.
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 04-18-2011 [html] Beautiful table by ALAINE 300+ There was a memory he had tasted on the wind lately; an extension of unwanted thoughts that seemed to linger with him always. He was not accustomed to spells, but was aware that he was likely to be under the influence of one. It was strange and unsettling, but perhaps it was what the young man needed to know that he was still alive and a part of this society. He continued to wander in the darkness of his realm, but the false density of the night mocked him. It was strange how currents twisted and turned into directions that could not be anticipated before the trap had seized its prey. With the sound of nothing on his heels, the man shaded barley gold followed the whispers of air and out.
Immovable rock gave way for the living world seeking green. But here too the layer was darkened blue, and he quietly contemplated how time was lost down there in the darkness where only raw flame would lead the way in the underground world, his home. With calm he chased the last slits of colour in the horizon, but the demon with his defect wings could not soar and chase after the fire that would devour his feathers and condemn him. But tomorrow the same sun would rise, and he could choose to greet it if he so wished. But Itachi was not a creature that pursued beauty. Everything was taken for granted, for he was not easily swayed by the visual wonders blooming around him.
But what about songbirds? What about the silvery little creatures with the flighty wings and eggshell blue that held the world’s secrets? He was a predator and he had scared her away with his hostile nature. Regret did not exist, but something did, deep where not even the owner of the pond could reach. Life was strange.
Time had passed in a world veiled with spring’s lighter evenings before the young warrior of Anathema found the fallen bird wing broken wings and exhausted heart. It was with some ache he merely watched for a few moments. The world would have continued without her pristine presence, but he had to genuinely ponder whether or not he could have looked at it the same. He appreciated her existence, even if it was beyond reach. Slowly, the fallen Prince approached the still form, crouching down next to strands of dark silver and accompanying hues of soft blush. Pale, nearly white fingers reached to caress the unconscious bird's silky hair. Too much time had passed, he decided, and now everything was a little less beautiful. Her perfume was flawed by copper and the absence of her song. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 04-18-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+ Perhaps it had been a while, or perhaps it had been no time at all. Lashes fluttered, breaking the porcelain stillness of the doll's pure features. The quiet within her head was cold and dead as the bird lay pale, moonlight coming to surrender her form to that of the shadow with flat ruby eyes.
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 04-18-2011 [html] 300+ She didn’t belong here, and now her pure form was infected with cuts and open weakness. She opened her eyes. The moment he caught sight by soft blue he withdrew from the sparse contact, ignoring the return of the gentle ache between his ribcage. He could no longer see the dreams of clear blue skies in her eyes, and it was somewhat unsettling, almost as she was not the same at all. But it was China, and he knew her. Her body’s reactions inspired sunset eyes to move to his empty hands. He had sometimes wondered if the girl would be able to feel the darkness lurking beneath his skin. Could she see these hands smeared with the fresh blood of his father’s? It was the first life he had taken, and therefore he was forever changed, his soul maimed and tortured from that evil deed.
But the red trickling from the thin line above her brow caught his attention with its freshness, and he ached to reach out and disturb the red river’s path. But he hesitated, for time had passed since he had touched her last. And her farewell had stung in his face, telling him all he had needed to know. So why was she here?
Light blonde ears perked immediately as a word was barely recognized. She was hurt—of course. Shuffling slightly closer to the forbidden beauty, his arms sought to support her and steal her from the world. But he was uneasy while touching her, for surely he condemned everything he touched with his dark pollution. But Itachi knew that he did not wish to leave her here. Anathema offered different kinds of evil, and he was not willing to risk this particular girl. The world needed more music, he thought. ”Where?” he asked, holding no knowledge that could ease this unfortunate scene. He was young and unformed, and he did not know if he could soothe the silvery bird’s suffering. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 04-18-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+ The familiarity about him had faded - Itachi was older now, older all over. She could see the age in his eyes, bottomless ruby, tarnished forever by the blood of sins he had committed and had yet to commit. Perhaps it was a curse he suffered, but what then of her fate? Was she doomed to seek him in the opens skies, until her body wasted clean away?
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 04-18-2011 [html] 300+ He could not endure the pain for her, and therefore no such foolish act was played out in her presence. She had been terribly careless, or something must have happened. But he could not decide the weapons that had drawn the fine lines of weeping red on her body, and was left not knowing what had delivered her here to these borders where danger lurked for those who had not shared their blood and become one with the unique society that lived and breathed here beneath firm rock. He crouched over her, vivid hues fleeing from blush and silver to search for threats in the shadows. If the fairytale creature in his arms wasn’t safe, then neither was he.
She spoke and leaned in the opposite direction of away. The pulse in his veins softly steadied, and he pulled the fragile thing closer to his warmth. There was nothing he could do for her other than to seek aid from those who knew how to quieten the hurt in her body. When she spoke again, he knew what he wanted, and the thought was very strange to behold. Carefully, he readjusted his hold on her before rising to his proper height. It surprised the male how light she was in his arms. It was not right, but appearance alone suggested that the girl was frail. Why had she chosen the ground before the sky?
He turned his back to the northern borders and followed the same trail he had come from. Perhaps he was only to bring her more suffering and pain. The sun could not reach through solid rock and down into the inhabited caves. He stopped outside the black mouth into the mountain, finding it difficult to interpret what he wanted. Her opinion mattered. Eyes washed over the frail creature in his hands. There were words he wanted to speak, but silence continued to loom instead as he entered darkness scarcely lit by living flames. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 04-18-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+ His apparent hesitance to hold her was defeated by the girl's pathetic insistence that his warmth be offered. Youthful but lean muscles took her meager weight, unhealthily alike that of her bird of comparison. Wanting to hide from this horrible, cruel world that had hurt and hunted her so, she buried her eyes in his chest, allowing the thick gold to soak up the salt water and be smeared in slight with rusty life-fluid.
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