[M] Scratch my eyes out, gentle child

p. Shaamah | Gov't Estate

POSTED: Fri Oct 21, 2016 1:15 am

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


Thread Prompt: There are rumors of a ghost taking up residence in the Main Hall of The Estate – members have begun to wonder if perhaps it is the ghost of murdered Desiderio Auditore, though, there must be an explanation? Investigate! eg. Items moved from where they should be, or disappearing all together.


(573) For Shaamah, middle of the night. Lithia's being baited here LOL. Come scare the absolute shit out of her :D Marked mature for language ~

She had heard of the saying when things go bump in the night and understood it was meant to describe strange happenings… but none quite described the noise she heard that woke her from a deep sleep. At first, Lithia had thought it was a dream, but the further it went on, the more she realized it wasn’t. It sounded like a scratching noise… like someone trying to claw their way out of the walls or the floors of the mansion. At first, she thought someone was clawing at her door, but when she opened it, no one was there. And the noise persisted.

Pulling a dagger from the sheath at her thigh, Lithia crept down the hall. It had been the middle of the night and others had been up and around – she smelled them – but not as much as during the day. Those who were awake were not in their rooms or the halls. Lithia passed a few rooms on her way towards the Main Hall, but the only sounds she could hear from inside were the slow, deep slumbering breaths of her packmates. She noted – randomly – that most of the time, pack wolves adapted to a nocturnal sleeping pattern rather than a diurnal one. It was peculiar how group living changed them…

The scratching persisted, louder now that she had reached the end of the hall. It led her into the Main Hall, emanating from a wall just below the balcony. But as soon as she stepped foot in the room, it stopped. It left her in a dark, silent room with no one but herself. She strained her eyes, looking for someone’s cat or a rat that could have been causing the noise. It was difficult to see the floor without the moon’s faint light, but she didn’t see anything. She even called out to it in the lesser tongue her mother had taught her. Nothing. Nothing answered, nothing scurried. It was as if nothing had been there at all.

Lithia passed a table as she walked further into the room, and absent-mindedly, she stuck the tip of her knife into it. When she proceeded to walk away, she realized – what if Sapient didn’t like their furniture stabbed? She had heard this room was their “greatest achievement”. Surely, they wanted to keep the furniture nice, too…

Lithia backtracked, feeling around for the handle, she took the knife from the wood and laid it down on the surface instead. Then she proceeded to walk away, but for a second time, she stopped. Why not just put the damn thing in its sheath?

For a second time, she backtracked and felt around on the table for the dagger. But it was gone.

”What the fuck?” she growled, and proceeded to check the chairs and the furniture surrounding it. She hadn’t heard it fall, hadn’t heard it move. It just vanished. Lithia pounded her fist on the solid wooden table and growled. Whoever the hell was in here now had her unarmed and vulnerable, too. How could she be so stupid?

”Whoever’s in here – come the fuck out right now or face consequences!” Lithia yelled, looking around in the dark wildly. She didn’t see anyone around, didn’t hear anyone else, but she felt someone. A cold essence lingered and she couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched; she couldn’t help but feel as though someone was standing right behind her…

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POSTED: Sat Oct 22, 2016 9:19 pm

[[ 722

Sorry about the novel. XD]]

The beast's mind had been bound by a manual of the martial arts. Counter weight tosses across bodies that were slighter than their enemies and quick jabs, kicks, or other forms of offensive defense meticulously formed into this style and that style. Taekwondo. Karate. Wing Chun. Capoeira. He'd never attempt to speak the words aloud, for certainty that he'd slaughter the way in which they were meant to be spoken and sound a fool all the same, but there was a master notion behind all of these arts that Shaamah found himself eagerly interested in. A smaller soldier could fell a larger warrior in steadfast fashion. It was a defense he'd need to educate himself in these arts. To see them before they came alive, despite the fact that they were likely rare. To leave anything to chance, was to invite it.

It had long since been dark since the soldier had left the hardbacked spine splayed with his thumb, the casing half touching the ground, off to one side, in his lap. Heterochromic eyes had broken from the words he sought to study and fancied themselves on the portal to the outside world at sunset, and the soldier had succumbed to sentinel state after the last rays reached beyond the horizon. The shine of the mood cast the world in midnight, and the din of the Estate had since died down as each soul fell to slumber. Each soul, save for one. A soldier that could not find a restful night's sleep, and dare he try, he'd fail to the thoughts, and nightmares, and never spoken fears that aged him faster than any battle ever could.

Yet, in all those hours of alerted trance, there came a shift in the soundless veil that had once swathed him. A scraping? A scratching? A tree on a window or wall. A pet rather uncontent, or perhaps on the hunt. The noise did not bother him so much as to stir, as it broke the once unwavering gaze that reached out into the starry night. Dark harks shifted to take in each scrawl of what seemed nail on wood in the gripping silence of the night, until he was finally plucked from his perch in the corner of the sitting room. A small rapping, hollow but wholesome. A thud of wood, certainly. Piercing gaze cut through the darkness at the open door frame, and where a scratching had stooped, a snarl had brought his attention to full. The scarred male lifted himself with the assist of a wall, rising to his full optime height and carelessly plopped the book in one of the many seats. He made his way just inside the door, looking down the hall with caution. A shadow lingered as a more solid pound found him far more interested.

What could have been a mistaken voice, was now painfully clear. Lithia was losing her patience with something in the hall. As Acredo raised in the Opus tier, he was obligated to put some control in the situation or at least ensure that there wasn't anyone in the hall playing games with what sounded like a short-fuse. A bad idea, certainly, but the lacking trust of the soldier had him put a touch something short of silence in his step as he made his way to hark at her call. The hall seemed longer than the light often offered it, but he paid little heed to such external, physical things. His intuition wasn't yet churning, though it hummed lightly in his ear. Make sure she knows your here. Make sure she knows you're always watching.

Steps found more substance until he halted in the open-mouth of the Estate hall, watching the sharp movements of her shadow as she sought out someone, anyone, to bring solidity to her claim. He toyed with the thought of remaining silent until she happened upon him, but he recalled very particular reasons why that wasn't a bright idea,” Consequences?” The soldiers boomy, gravelly tune shattered the hush that had only settled at Lithia's holler. The warrior crossed his arms over his chest, broad shoulders square as he looked down upon the form that memory gave more feature than the obscurity of dark could offer.
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POSTED: Mon Oct 24, 2016 4:49 pm

(356) It was a very good novel!

She fell silent as she stood there. So silent that she barely drew in breaths for the sake of hearing something, anything. She felt so naked, so exposed in the darkness. Her sight was limited, but whoever watched her – theirs wasn’t. Lithia had little patience for this sort of game. These were games she played on others, not the other way around. Brilliant pink eyes darted to every crack, every imagined movement in the dimly lit room.

And then a voice boomed, and before Lithia could process who it was, she whirled around with a fist raised, intending to protect herself from them. However, she stopped just short of the warrior in the doorway, nose-to-snout, too close for comfort, too intimate for regular conversation. ”Shaamah,” Lithia exhaled, a puff of air to his face. Then she took a step back.

She still felt the dread in the air. If it had been only her sensitive to it, she’d believe it. There had been a time her mother could converse with ghosts. Though, for the sake of her sanity, she hoped Shaamah could feel it, too. The air that hung around them so weighty was cold, dank. Angry, though amused in a dark way. For now, with Shaamah there, Lithia felt a little more safe.

Instead of elaborating on the answer to his question, she dove for the table again, feeling around for an item she knew was there just moments before. She began feeling around on the table and the chairs, even the floor underneath again for the dagger. ”My dagger disappeared! I put it on the table and it’s gone!”

What sounded like a drawer shutting claimed Lithia’s attention for a mere moment, and in that time, she thought she saw a pair of dull wine-colored eyes lingering in the corner, eye-level to someone as if they were sitting on a chair. Lithia couldn’t help the hair that stood on end down her spine. She returned her gaze to Shaamah, and the once careful, composed expression that was always prominent on her face was no more. The one that replaced it was unnerved and slightly troubled.

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POSTED: Sun Oct 30, 2016 4:50 pm

[[ 700

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He was suddenly brought into the scene that he was viewing, becoming a part of it as Lithia's movements were too sharp for his weight to counter to. She spun around with arm cocked and ready to unload into Shaamah's shadow, and it took everything in the beast not to react. His posture went far more rigid than it had been before, his arms crossed so tensely over his chest that they pressed the air out of his ribs. Legs coiled, hackles raised, and lips lifted in the darkness, the glint of wet eye-teeth exposed in the sparse light. A growl, low and deep, followed, just as she spoke his name. The breath to his face routing electricity through his whole frame. Dark harks flattened as he swallowed the snarl, nearly biting into his tongue to subdue the rumble in his throat. Claws that gripped his own arms, threatened to pierce the flesh beneath them. He should not have come so close as to be near any retaliation that Lithia had to offer in her muddled confusion.

As Shaamah sought to settle his blood, a cold, musty waft moved between them. It simmered his blood, and the change could be written off as the weather, but feral gaze hadn't quite left Lithia's form. She hadn't expected him, and he couldn't put blame to her for that. As she turned again to clamber blind hands over the table that was near, his frame coiled again. She had set him off, with no real intention, but this time, it seemed he couldn't quite abandon the pulse that chimed enemy in his mind. Instincts proved more to him than words, and it seemed only Lithia was present. As she complained about her misplaced weapon, a soldier's gaze reached through the darkness across the room. The excitement in the obscurity of night was much to vivid to ignore.

A sudden clap of wood brought the two's attention immediately from their searching and into what seemed to be gazing eyes that lingered in the dark reaches of the room. It seemed that neither one of them doubted the existence of something so profound, and while Lithia looked to Shaamah for comfort, the warrior had something very different planned. Lips rose again as the soldier pulled his arms apart, rigid muscle beneath his pelt, primed and ready to unleash war on this stranger in the room. He'd known better than to sneak up on someone again, but something in his bones told him that this was no Sapient. Foot-steps were heavy and demanding, while the thunder that roiled in his chest was the threatening question of who, or what, was sitting and watching them.

It could have been how close Lithia had come to him, or his nature, or even his warrior's blood, but Shaamah wasn't in the mood for asking questions. There wasn't death in his eyes, but there certainly was a mission. Dark hand lifted as he neared the chair, but just as his forearm dipped into the darkness to grab this shadowed seeker by the collar, those eyes had vanished, just as quickly as they'd appeared. Even in the darkness the soldier could see that no shadow lingered in the chair before him, but his eye caught the end table beside the chair. He reached down to pull open the drawer, and the glint of metal shimmered in the moonlight that escaped the night through the window. Gripping the blade in his hand, rather firmly, an irritated soldier made his way back to Lithia.

She might have thought that she put her dagger elsewhere, but the fact was, it was in the drawer the whole time. Shaamah was determined to convince himself of this as he opened his palm and with a more gravelly tone than usual, offered Lithia to take it,” Your dag-” Just before his mouth could finish the word, a heavy creak groaned through the Estate, attempting to veil footsteps that climbed the stairway to the second floor, nearest them. Attention was brought around slowly as a wary expression rested on Shaamah's features.
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(317) I'm sorry I left this so long! Time just slipped between my fingers :(

There was a lingering presence in the room that was unmistakable. The presence that was causing this dreadful feeling. From the look on Shaamah’s face and his scent, she could tell he was on edge, too, and almost as much as she was. Pink reflecting eyes followed the warrior as he strode almost aggressively towards the chair in the moonlight. So it wasn’t just her seeing that? His muscled arm thrust forward attempting to close around the neck of their prankster, but the inky shadow dispersed. From the place in which she rooted herself, she watched Shaamah reach into the drawer and pull out the very dagger that had disappeared from the table just moments before.

Her ears flattened in embarrassment. ”That’s not where I put it!” she exclaimed, slightly miffed that she was made to look like a liar and a fool. The annoyance remained on her features as Shaamah returned the dagger to her outstretched palm. Quickly, she stowed it away in her thigh sheath before it could disappear again. Just as she had slipped it back into its sheath, the estate let out a growl of its own, which stopped her dead in her tracks. She looked up, focusing on the stairs just beyond their view behind a wall as the same footsteps that woke her up treaded heavily up the steps.

How was she going to sleep tonight knowing there was an invisible entity roaming around the estate? She didn’t smoke, but this moment was a good one to acquire some kind of habit to quell her anxiety.

Slowly, Lithia looked back at Shaamah. ”Do we follow it?”

It was an it, not a them because what Luperci could make things disappear and whole houses groan with displeasure? As much as Lithia wanted to look brave in the seasoned Warrior’s eyes, she was apprehensive in this situation. She certainly wouldn’t follow it alone.

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POSTED: Sun Dec 04, 2016 10:48 pm

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That's okay. :3 The same thing happened to me. XD]]

Lithia didn't seem too terribly happy to have the dagger back in her possession, or at least, the way in which it was found. At this point, Shaamah was already regretting having stepped out into the hall to answer the call that Lithia initially gave out. The exchange of the weapon was made, the woman putting it away for safer keeping, but the two of them weren't out of the woods yet. After the ethereal noises that lurked through the halls and up the stairs, and both of their attention was taken to it. Four eyes sought out something in the darkness which neither of them could explain, until their sights met and Lithia uttered a question that the answer that would have been more obvious to anyone who knew Shaamah better.

“A thief in the night, in the heart of Sapient, and you ask 'should we pursue'?”
Heterochromic eyes narrowed at her for a moment, his less trusting nature suspicious of why she'd ask such a thing, but the truth of it was: His instinct was running wild, and his first assault had failed. He could pretend that the dark mist that dispersed had not been a pair of eyes watching them from it's seat. Hackles shivered at the thought as he turned away, and the soldier was clearly in denial that it could be anything more than a talented rouge roaming about their home. What put a hole in his logic, however, was the lacking scent that came with the presence of a living thing. Only the thick cologne of Sapient and the lacing of Lithia and her apprehensions came to his senses, nothing more.

After a slow, steady breath, the soldier started off at a slow creep through the obscurity of the halls, the only light that crept in from the night was from the tendrils of the moon that slithered through the dustmotes. It wasn't enough to see up the steps completely, and without knowledge of who or what exactly was playing games with them, Shaamah's broad hand gripped the Bannister as he lingered at the first step. A side eye glanced to see if Lithia was to follow, or if he'd be on his own without back-up, should there be more than smoke and eyes when they reached the top steps.
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POSTED: Sat Dec 31, 2016 2:19 am

(000) crappy post! Sorry :|

Despite trying her best to hide her emotions and not make herself look like a fool, she had done it anyway. Stupidly, she asked if they should follow it, and Shaamah looked at her suspiciously. Lithia kicked herself in the ass for it, but she said nothing. Instead, she watched him mentally prepare for the pursuit, and then she followed him to the stairs regardless. She wondered whether she was the only one who suspected this thief to be something not of their plane. He left no trail behind. Things just disappeared and appeared somewhere else. She knew this, but it didn’t happen to him first hand, either. He could easily doubt her.

”I’m here,” she whispered, seeing him peer over his shoulder.

She followed him up the steps, and in the distance, the heavy footsteps grew faint as they followed the hallway. They both prowled the hallway, following the course of the phantom footsteps. They hadn’t gotten too close, but they hadn’t lost the trail either. Lithia stepped as lightly as possible, attempting to not make any additional noise so that they could hear the footsteps. It sounded as if they were right in front of them down the hall, but there was no one there to claim ownership…

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