06-11-2009, 11:38 AM
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p - jael (:
The skies were burning with the setting sun, encompassing the entire beach area with its tangerine glow; a slice of paradise amidst the realm of mortals. The atmosphere was humid yet thoroughly enjoyable. Drifter Bay was a blend of sights, charm, and serenity: a gateway to relaxation. In the middle of it all sat Lillith Stormbringer, a forlorn figure amongst acres of sandy dunes. Eyes of aquamarine were riveted to the sea and the faraway horizon, lost in a world of immorality. Her recent encounter with Ahren’s ghost had left her with a sour taste. Perhaps the idea of conversing with a dead man was a little crazy, but it was the truth. Their get-together had left a fresh cut across her cheek, which was all the proof she needed to believe it had really happened.
A salty breeze swept across the deserted shoreline, ruffling through her unkempt hair. The oceanic roar was drowned out by the thunderous pounding in her temples, and the thousand screams in the back of her mind. She could hear them again; the voices, too many of them at the same time. A lizard crept by, minding its own business by simply heading north. Its trek, however, was interrupted by an ebony hand reaching out to seize its reptilian body. Delicate fingers wrapped around the creature, bringing it closer to her face for a thorough examination. Their eyes met briefly, a teal versus black stare down, until Lillith began applying pressure around its neck.
She wondered what it felt like, suffocating until breath no longer found its way to your lungs. The reptile’s eyes grew wider with the escalating amount of pressure and for a moment, the madwoman taught they were just going to pop out of their socket. This lizard obviously wasn’t a chameleon, because it sure as hell wasn’t changing colors with the lack of oxygen. It barely moved; no debating whatsoever. A boring victim indeed, one who did not deserve to live.
The skies were burning with the setting sun, encompassing the entire beach area with its tangerine glow; a slice of paradise amidst the realm of mortals. The atmosphere was humid yet thoroughly enjoyable. Drifter Bay was a blend of sights, charm, and serenity: a gateway to relaxation. In the middle of it all sat Lillith Stormbringer, a forlorn figure amongst acres of sandy dunes. Eyes of aquamarine were riveted to the sea and the faraway horizon, lost in a world of immorality. Her recent encounter with Ahren’s ghost had left her with a sour taste. Perhaps the idea of conversing with a dead man was a little crazy, but it was the truth. Their get-together had left a fresh cut across her cheek, which was all the proof she needed to believe it had really happened.
A salty breeze swept across the deserted shoreline, ruffling through her unkempt hair. The oceanic roar was drowned out by the thunderous pounding in her temples, and the thousand screams in the back of her mind. She could hear them again; the voices, too many of them at the same time. A lizard crept by, minding its own business by simply heading north. Its trek, however, was interrupted by an ebony hand reaching out to seize its reptilian body. Delicate fingers wrapped around the creature, bringing it closer to her face for a thorough examination. Their eyes met briefly, a teal versus black stare down, until Lillith began applying pressure around its neck.
She wondered what it felt like, suffocating until breath no longer found its way to your lungs. The reptile’s eyes grew wider with the escalating amount of pressure and for a moment, the madwoman taught they were just going to pop out of their socket. This lizard obviously wasn’t a chameleon, because it sure as hell wasn’t changing colors with the lack of oxygen. It barely moved; no debating whatsoever. A boring victim indeed, one who did not deserve to live.