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- China Rose Lykoi - 02-20-2011 [html]
[html] Word Count → 3+ :: table © Sie Darkness was closing in.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 02-20-2011 [html] http://wolf.sleepyglow.net/crow/dbfly2.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:bottom; background-color: #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px;"> This place called to him, reminding him of what he desired, but could not have. To touch the sun would melt his wings of wax and send him plummeting hopelessly into the ocean below. As high as the birds flew, they could never reach heaven. Sheol beckoned, reminding him where he belonged. The Angel’s pale, radiant skin peeled away, flecking from bleached bone and hollow, blackened eyes. A skeletal laugh rang in his ears. Life was suffering. He would never willingly cross the line of vacant, smirking skulls, though he watched them from afar. He remained in the part of the Waste that wasn’t yet claimed—free land, where he was perfectly permitted to walk without confrontation. The heady, musky scent of smoke reached him first. The girl’s appearance was shocking, sending him into an uncertain state, peering on for a time from out of sight. She looked so much like her, save for the eyes, the russet splashes across her limbs, and the lack of scars that marked Kaena as a queen in his eyes. He rose to his full height, slinking from the brush and into a range where he might be discovered. He wasn’t particularly close to her, where she walked, but he was close enough that he’d been able to watch her, downwind, beyond detection. The sky had begun to darken and he seemed to melt into the shadows—his coat filling out with natural shadow each winter, leaving him closer to a representation of his now deceased sire. He drew nearer, curiously, slowly. He only paused when he was within a few yards of her. “Fuck me,” he said aloud, gazing at her, again alarmed and enthralled by the similarity in their appearances. - China Rose Lykoi - 02-21-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: table © Sie Ahead loomed the gaunt and otherwordly gateway into the freeland. Sockets melted from crowns bleached white by the relentless weather; shattered jaws hung in ghastly silent screams. Unaware of her wraithly watcher, China moved forth. She stopped aside one of the gruesome markers, a cracked white skull with maw stretched wide in a parody of laughter. In the fading light, it looked eerily alive, daring her to pass through its phantom embrace.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 02-27-2011 [html] http://wolf.sleepyglow.net/crow/dbfly2.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:bottom; background-color: #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px;"> Anything that reminded him of Kaena was to be cherished. Even as a child he’d sought out her former lovers, desiring to taste anything that’d tasted her, just to see if they’d still have any trace of her on their skin. He preferred those of Lykoi blood above all else. His sisters, his nieces—anything and everything that reminded him of her he would devour ravenously. His own daughter had felt his addiction, though he hadn’t known her relation at the time. Even so, it probably wouldn’t have mattered. His sense of right and wrong was horribly skewed when placed in contrast with that of the rest of the world. He didn’t care. It’d never crossed his mind to question himself. He’d been in love with his own mother since the day that he was born. To find another Lykoi that resembled her so, he was enthralled almost instantaneously. He stepped closer, drawn ostensibly toward the youth—eyes the color of bloodshed never once leaving her slender form. “Fuck me,” he repeated to her uncertain greeting, almost crooning the request in a horrifically lewd manner—his hands gripping at the mangled, knotted locks of his hair as his head tilted to a jaunty angle. Vision never wavered even as one hand slowly crept down his face, catching one nail on the edge of his mouth, pulling gently at his lip. The deep red chaos star stood out in stark contrast to the currently jet-black coloring of his upper bicep—branded there so many years prior. - China Rose Lykoi - 03-02-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: table © Sie Her childish greeting hovered in the cold air, staunched by the mist that had expelled from her maw at the thought of forming words, taking breath. The word conjured a creature from the darkness - The pair of eyes, bleeding profusely with some unrecognisable emotion, melting from the shadows to reveal a lanky blackened form. There was something about the potency of those eyes, the ghastly expression that twisted to suit them, that made the loving songbird take a step in retreat.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 03-09-2011 [html] http://wolf.sleepyglow.net/crow/dbfly2.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:bottom; background-color: #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px;"> There was only a thin line between intelligence and madness. A long time ago Samael had dropped away all pretenses of composure. The sickness that had washed across the packs so long ago had afflicted him, draining him, driving him away while sending him spiraling downward into a weakened, delirious state. Perhaps he’d never truly recovered. Perhaps that was why he constantly faltered, drifting back into irrationality. At other times he could be painfully lucid. Already possessing a predisposition towards madness from either side of his family, the sickness that had long since fled his body had left a lasting impact on the coyote. “I’m fine,” he said, almost frustrated that she’d ignored what he’d said twice now. Lack of concern for his well-being, coupled with the life of a loner and nearly constant travel for the past few months now—along with the current season, leaving the terrain barren—had thinned him to nothing more than skin and bone. Easily, he could be replenished, but such work would take an internal desire that he did not possess for the time being. His pet provided for him at his command when laziness such as this consumed. From here to Mexico and back, he was tired. But he’d had to go. He’d had to find out, and see with his own eyes. “What’s your name?” he asked. - China Rose Lykoi - 03-12-2011 [html] Word Count → -- :: PP allowed from here on, if you want it Poppz. go ahead, make china's day > A blunt denial of his illness left her short. Could the male not see that he was tormented, his body skeletal and his eyes full of darkness? Had the Earthmother abandoned him too? She felt a familiar echo of grief, deep inside, for the connection she felt weakening with every day. His red eyes beguiled the innocent Snow White, although his voice poisoned her in a way that made her skin wish to crawl from her bones.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 03-17-2011 [html] http://wolf.sleepyglow.net/crow/dbfly2.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:bottom; background-color: #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px;"> He belonged underground. It was some sort of wretched, unbreakable hold on life that kept him alive at this point. He’d decayed into nothing more than a walking, breathing corpse that only faintly resembled who and what he’d been three years prior. Physical illness hadn’t helped. It was unlikely that he’d ever fully recover—he, quite simply, didn’t have the capacity. He couldn’t see the light when he writhed in darkness so, as he did. In some ways he had become pathetic. He was the madman, ostracized from everything. Inferni would no longer welcome him with open arms despite the loyalty he’d—reluctantly—shown for so long. It meant nothing now. Only Kaena recognized him now. “Then help me,” he hissed, voice as slick and gruesome as wet blood. Her hand reached for him and he moved to take it, pulling her closer. - China Rose Lykoi - 03-23-2011 [html] Word Count → -- :: derp He replied in such a slick tone, so foul as it rolled off of salivating tongue that it sent her skin into shivers of repulsion. This was not how helping was supposed to make her feel. Maybe the gratuitous end would come after the deed was complete? Her greediness for the self-fulfilled feeling was driven by this thought, and as her cool palm was clasped by his, the china doll was smiling hollowly.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 03-25-2011 [html] <style type="text/css">.smp1x { font-size:11px; line-height:15px; font-family:tahoma; text-align:justify; width: 380px} .smp1x b {font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} .smp1x p {padding:0px; margin: 0px; text-indent:35px;} </style> There was no fat beneath his flesh. What resided below there, nestled between layers of skin and fur, stretched tautly over bone was solely muscle. From the moment he’d left he’d been traveling. He’d gone to Eterne, and he’d returned all in a time span shorter than six months. There was no room for weakness, even in his skeletal form. There was no space for frailty. He couldn’t afford to have his soul stripped from his body until he was ready. The time would come, and he would know. He knew what he was doing. He held her arm, refusing to allow her to escape. He ignored her comment. “You look so much like her,” he said, voice low, taking on a quiet, contemplative tone. “Never as beautiful, but strikingly similar,” he continued, almost more to himself than anything else. He drew her even nearer, reaching out with his other hand to touch her face, her hair, her body—anything that he could. - China Rose Lykoi - 03-28-2011 [html]
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 03-30-2011 [html] http://wolf.sleepyglow.net/crow/samarttab3.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:top; background-color: #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px;"> “Grandmother?” he asked, pausing perusing of her body to peer again into her blue eyes, alive with fright and revulsion. That look, so fragile and so desperate, only quickened his heart and twisted a sinister smile onto his lips. Oh, how he adored that moment between life and death, when a soul realized that it was within seconds from being severed from its mortal shell. He inhaled the scent on her flesh—the odor of fear seeping from her pores at his close proximity. “Whose child are you?” he asked, suddenly ravenous for such information despite his absent tone. Kaena could only be this girl’s grandmother. Samael knew that he had countless children out there that he knew nothing of—he was meant to spread his seed, and thus chaos, indiscriminately—but he suspected that this child belonged to one of his siblings, or their siblings. She was far too coyote in appearance to belong to Gabriel or any of his kin, however. She was far too lovely for such lupine heritage. He didn’t release her though, even as he awaited an answer. - China Rose Lykoi - 03-30-2011 [html] It seemed her words had some effect, for the hand that had been caressing her with sickly intent paused its sinful meanderings. China sucked in a deep lungful of air, trying to allow the hope that had blossomed within her to spread throughout cold veins. She continued to tremble, but the tears stopped flowing.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 04-05-2011 [html] <style type="text/css">.smp1x { font-size:11px; line-height:15px; font-family:tahoma; text-align:justify; width: 380px} .smp1x b {font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} .smp1x p {padding:0px; margin: 0px; text-indent:35px;} </style> He hadn’t heard news of his brother in a long, long time. The last time he’d seen Razekiel he’d been far different from the child that’d run away, vanishing into the wilderness just as Ahemait had. Only Samael had stayed. And then Samael had left as well. This girl was his brother’s—curiosity grew. Though not outwardly, Ahemait had been meet with his lust and obsession as well. She’d looked so much like their mother the coyote couldn’t help finding himself smitten and enthralled. Now, this girl was the same. His desire never faltered, even if conversation had slipped in between them, distracting him momentarily. His claws invoked blood, and the scent caused his nostrils to flare and his gaze to drift, searching for the source. He’d pricked her skin with his nails. Impulse told him to drive them in further, just seeing what he could do—how far he could go and how loudly she’d scream—but he refrained. He released. Thoughts of Kaena held him back, knowing he’d never want her disapproval. He was disappointed. “Razekiel is my brother,” he said. - China Rose Lykoi - 04-14-2011 [html] The hand that had been holding her, an iron manacle attached to the daemon, released suddenly. His rancid eyes lingered on her still, but a sob of relief choked in her throat. The monster was her uncle - Her uncle. A dizziness pervaded her mind; such an intense rush of adrenaline still throbbed in her veins, and though she should be running, her legs were frozen. He was still so close, so close that she might reach out and touched him.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 04-22-2011 [html] <style type="text/css">.smp1x { font-size:11px; line-height:15px; font-family:tahoma; text-align:justify; width: 380px} .smp1x b {font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} .smp1x p {padding:0px; margin: 0px; text-indent:35px;} </style> She touched him then. There was no outward sign of anything within him. There was no visible display of a change. There didn’t need to be. His mind was an undulating pool, shifting and crashing like the waves of the ocean on a midnight beach. The scent of blood stayed in his nostrils though the source was minimal, causing him to reach out once again the instant her fingers made the lightest, faintest contact with his flesh. He saw only a desire within her for him, whether or not it truly existed, spurring him onward, causing him to drive his nails again into her skin, bringing forth the beloved red. Jaws parted, tasting her, forcing her to the ground as lust overwhelmed. - China Rose Lykoi - 04-26-2011 [html] The old life was gone. She saw it anew, reflected in his bleeding eyes - A rancid hole in her vision, and she did not see his parted jaws. There was the sting as flesh succumbed to sharp tooth and wicked claw, allowing entry to piercing pain and the welling of sweet wine. Her body was not her own; It was numb, so numb.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 04-27-2011 [html] <style type="text/css">.smp1x { font-size:11px; line-height:15px; font-family:tahoma; text-align:justify; width: 380px} .smp1x b {font-family:arial; font-size:11px;} .smp1x p {padding:0px; margin: 0px; text-indent:35px;} </style> Only in the darkness could he survive. Within the sunlight he’d burn to ash—his crimes laid bare before the heavens, unveiled from beneath the enigma of the night. His wings creaked like aged bones. He was the incubus, with blood-red eyes that burned like fire, and a desire to destroy everything that he touched. There could be found no goodness within his soul. He hadn’t been born an innocent—pure and momentarily cleansed of sin, yet to make its mark on this world. He’d been born with a void within his skeletal ribcage, and a withered, blackened heart pumping venom throughout his veins. He found happiness solely in the agony of others. He drank in her misery with ravenous ardor. The sating of the unquenchable burn within his physical flesh was only second to the wicked emotion that drove through heated blood, pinning her down, drawing her heart right out through her chest into his jagged teeth. Oh, he would make his mark on this world. He would live on within the scars on wounded souls for an eternity. He left her there then, as unwanted as everything else within his life. She’d been only a momentary distraction—a toy, broken and discarded by the errant child as he moves away to find another. Back into the night he went, swallowed up by the impenetrable darkness that he’d emerged from. Forever afterward, though, he’d exist as the twig snapped just out of sight, or within the soft touch of an unexpected wind, violating again and again with merciless savagery. Always, he’d haunt the shadows just as soon as the sun drifts quietly back to sleep, even after his heart no longer beat. |