You'll remember me when the west wind moves

Noir Aston · 01-02-2012, 01:13 PM

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The heavy mist pulsed and flew in comforting currents around her like a weightless prison. Her feet had carried her a long way—or so it felt like, for she must surely have walked for an eternity—but there was nothing but endless seas of tall barley brushing along her pale, almost ivory sides. The magic of letting the soft stalks brush along her gentle fingertips had been gone for a while now, for golden laced orbs sought up towards the blue of a sky she could not see through the impenetrable white of the fog. More than once, she thought she heard the softened cry of a lost bluebird, but when white, silky audits searched for its continuous song, there was nothing but an empty breath of a scentless breeze. She longed to taste the colours of summer, and eyes were teary with their hunger for simple colour.

Unhappiness was something she had tasted only in small doses in the past, but now it seemed to eat its way through everything. Her memories, her very soul. Thin, snowy arms did what they could to embrace her youthful frame, but nothing she could do could shut the horrible cold out. Soon, it was going to devour her heart as well. The pure being shook with the fear of such a thought, but it was all she could look forward to, the girl trapped in the endless field of earth’s gold. She had cried; called for her spirit to come back and forgive her for her sins, but there was no return of innocence to be found. Her mind tried to find the reason for her unbearable punishment, but memories had turned dim and unreal after all this time. But Noir knew she must have done something terrible to have been ripped away from everything and everyone she knew and loved so.

She was all alone, for the first time she had no one, and it had already been so long. As so many times before, white knees gave in for the weight of her internal agony, and the young woman disappeared in-between the tall barley. No one was out to find her, so why shouldn’t she bury her face against the rough ground and cry? Pink-shaded claws dug into the hard packed, scentless ground and she rubbed her cheeks against the colourless earth, desperate to feel something—anything at all. But she was awarded nothing; there wasn’t even pain to be found as she rubbed her face with now-dark stained nails. Nothing. Did she even exist anymore?

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Haku Soul · 01-02-2012, 01:41 PM

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This world would seem vast and empty for those who knew not where to direct watchful eyes. Once, he too had found himself lost in these endless fields of, nothing, but eventually, the beast that had clawed his way up through hardened earth from hell itself. The ancient soul was not meant to be trapped, forever in one place. A long time ago, this man, this.. beast had been born with a purpose. A long time ago—exactly how long was unknown to him, for he didn’t let his thoughts linger with the useless details of the flow of time—he tasted the first drop of the blood of the innocent. And he had never looked back. Could not; willed not. But there was an end to every war, and so his mortal, decaying flesh had met its end against a wicked spear of his mortal nemesis. Although his heard had turned to cold stone long before the weapon leapt through skin and flesh, it had been the end of him once the sharp tip had pierced it.

But Gabriel de le Poer had not been victorious. He hadn’t done a goddamn thing. The apocalypse could not be delayed by the actions of any mortal, no matter the dedication they put into their purpose. The blue eyed demon was patient, for the world forever remained his private, little playground. The body he had been born into had been destroyed, but the spirit was immortal and his banishment temporary at best. He would never stop. Not before the final end, when there was nothing left to destroy. Then, and only then, would he melt back into boiling magma and return to the hellfire where he once had risen up from as a young horror, so very long ago.

But the loopholes back into the mortal words were tricky to find, and he was delayed. Once, a black pelted witch had spoken a prophecy, and missed the sweet taste of crimson on his tongue. He didn’t know what the birth of the dragon meant, but he knew it was the key to his next life on the world he so violently had departed with. There was a specific soul he sought to devour, if only he could find it before its lifespan was at an end.

Haku’s shrouded existence held ash and fire, but knowing how, he could move beyond his realm of terrors. Now, ghostly secui paws brought his hulky, cocoa form through vast fields of pale gold. This place was inhabited, and it was through her death that Eris had read up her prophecy. So, the hunter had come to chase after his pray once more.

Noir Aston · 01-02-2012, 02:34 PM

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She lay there for a while, long after tears had dried and day should have turned into night. But there was no such thing as change here, only the deep, impenetrable mist and the monotone vegetation around her. Behind white eyelids, memory insisted that her spirit guide should be here with her. When she first had been thrown into this place, the departing flash of blue had darted away into the nothingness of whatever existed beyond this place. Weary yet numb eyes squinted out into the pale air above her, but there were never any answers to be found to all the questions she carried around inside her. Noir had never been the brightest girl, not while alive and not now, but in life she had always found individuals she could confide in. Now there were no help to be found anywhere, just nothing at all.

The option to sleep was there, but she feared closing her eyes here, so far from the home she knew and loved. If she had only had something familiar to hang on to, it could have given her some courage, but everything that had been part of her life had disappeared with the last breath she had ever taken. Even that cruel moment was preferred above this.

But now, something impossible was happening. White, wolfish ears reached up on top of her hanging head at the sound, so different from the brush of empty breeze against the fields of barley. The forgotten feeling of a racing heart leaped against her chest; a dearly missed, though terrifying feeling. Sitting up, gilded eyes squinted to peer through the think banks of merciless fog. Is someone there? her voiceless lips whispered. The white Aston would have thought she would have leapt with joy at the possibility of company, but now intuition held her back. The slight shuffling noise grew stronger, closer. Dirty palms pressed against her youthful face in quiet awe, and building fear. Was someone there? Something? Friend or foe? Images of demons and mean puppy eaters flashed before staring eyes. The taste of her own fear was all she could comprehend, all of a sudden.

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Haku Soul · 01-02-2012, 03:16 PM

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Cruel, blackened claws dug into the soft soil in the golden, gentle rustling sea. It wasn’t possible for the starved demon to move forth without warning the girl with the slight sound of approach. There was no white noise to cover the sound of his hulking form breaking through the pale yellow stalks. But to his advantage, once the little, frightened girl was found, there would be nowhere for her to hide. Haku didn’t know the setting of this world, but it seemed monotone and unchanging. With him, the darkly spirited Soul male brought involuntary change to this pitiful world of hers. Who would wish to spend their eternity here. Arrogance clouded the simple truth from him. The girl that had bled out before him had been young and carried blue ignorance in her honey eyes. She probably didn’t know what this place was. But he did, and the laugh rumbled silently within his deep throat.

Jagged teeth, stained permanently yellow and temporarily red, glared at the world as he moved through it. He couldn’t catch her with the element of surprise, but fear made lesser creatures make poor choices. Burning depths of lovely blue squinted, though it didn’t make him less blind in Noir’s strange, ethereal dimension. His pathetic excuse for a tail waved behind him, slow and with crippled grace as it had when he had been alive and he had been on the trail of something moist and delicious. Would this girl’s world allow the sweet taste of red to set these dead taste buds on fire? Oh, how he craved to soothe this hunger of his. But it was an impossibility, he knew. Nothing could soothe his desire for blood and death. But the need could be muted, temporarily, and he’d rather have that than nothing at all. Stained tongue leaped out to moisten dry, cracked lips. So hungry…

Noir Aston · 01-02-2012, 03:51 PM

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Worried hues continued to scout, though were rewarded with all this place had to offer. Nothing. She curled her frame together, pressing her wolfish muzzle against her drawn up knees and closer her fearful eyes. But it didn’t help, for this was no nightmare she could outlast until night had passed and it was time for her to wake up to face a new day. There was nothing to wake up to, and she wasn’t asleep. Dirty claws dug into her own skin in a hopeless wish to realize this was all just a part of some twisted dream she hadn’t had before. It was useless, of course. She knew there was no escape, and it sent silent sobs through her trembling frame. No one would come and free her from this terror coming for her. It was unknown how she knew that this approaching appearance was hostile, but the nasty feeling in her guts pulled and twisted and caused new tears to flow down her face in heavy streams. She had waited and wished for something for so long, but now it felt like her wish was something terrible.

Lungs had begun to draw noisy bulks of stale air down into lungs, and hands quickly leaped to cover her weeping, grimacing maw. What was this place turning her into. Gone was the soaring feeling of freedom she had always carried around. This wasn’t the life she had left, and she had lost herself in these terrible feelings that had been unknown to her until she had appeared in this place of nowhere. It terrified her that she couldn’t open her eyes to scout for the thing walking around nearby, but her body was frozen and unmoving, with the exception for the tremors from her soundless sobs. Oh, how she wished her mother could be here to throw her arms around her little, dumb daughter and cast a spell for everything bad and sad to vanish. It was unbearable, but how could it be when she had to bear it forever.

With pulsing electricity ruffling through her fearful frame, stillness exploded into panicky motion. Before she knew it she was standing on her feet, not even waiting to determine exactly where the noise came from before she broke into a full run, fuelled by this terrible fear she ought to know. Images of puppy eaters and black witches attacked her fragile mind, and the dark laughter of the monster that had taken her life was so real. There was nowhere to run, but she couldn’t stay. She didn’t know where away was, but she had to get there.

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Haku Soul · 01-02-2012, 04:12 PM

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Nostrils drew unscented air down into ravaged lungs. The absence of taste lacked the promise he so desired, but hope still burned within the murderer’s devilish orbs. Sanity was a state of mind that he could never know, for he had been born into fire and pain, and that was a brand that would forever scotch and burn whatever soul there was left in him. The body of the unfortunate male wolf that he had dug into with the poor guidance of his live grandson hadn’t lasted more than a few days. The soul had turned to ash in the demon’s mouth, and the body had leaped to reject his unholy presence even before he had been given time to devour its original owner. His presence wasn’t meant for the common mortal vessels. But the magic resided within his bloodline, he was certain.

The pale girl had been judged unworthy the very moment he had placed his terrible gaze upon her innocence, but she had proven most useful. Spirits were supposed to be untouchable, but he had destroyed soul in the past and ached to do so again. After all, they were the only nutrition known to soothe the burning fire within his hollow frame, and like the destroyed addict he was known to be, it was impossible to stop to pursuit sense. All this damaged mind could focus on was his next meal; his next victim. He had taken her life once, and soon he would bring her a final end. It wasn’t an act of kindness, for that word alone was incomprehensible to a creature such as he. All he wished was to soothe his boiling self. All his actions were made out of greed.

Scarred muzzle sharply turned as his prey was discovered. Had his dark presence been that obvious? Stained teeth laughed at the panicky form of the fleeing girl; his daughter through flesh and blood. Terrible blue seemed to roll within their sockets as the madman laughed, insane as previously seen by those who he had greedily feasted on in the past. Flesh and blood and decay. He could smell it now; the adrenaline spiked blood leaping with the pulse he loved to still. The impulse to race after the fleeing optime wasn’t questioned. Elongated claws left deep tracks in the dry soil behind him as ruined muscles were pushed to their limit. Laughter had stilled within his ruined throat, for he was a quiet hunter, only pausing to let his madness ripple through the air once his victims had fallen. And this one had yet to be caught. How wonderful.

Noir Aston · 01-02-2012, 04:55 PM

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She should have been able to hear the monster pursuing her, but her white-gold ears could only comprehend the drumming rhythm of her frantic heart. Her jaws were parted, gulping in air, screaming wordless screams, all at once. She didn’t have what it would take to cast a glance behind and have the terrible fact confirmed to her, but she knew, she knew who and what was chasing after her. A terrible flash of memory revealed to her why she didn’t have a voice. Fingers, already stained by the earth she had torn into, darted to claw at her throat, and turned deep red and moist with the blood that sprouted out of the gaping wound above her narrow collarbone. It wasn’t air she was breathing, but blood, and instead of spewing out words of help, she coughed foul-tasting scarlet.

The Aston girl stumbled and fell, leaving a spray of crimson to be devoured by the dry ground as she got back up on her feet and continued on. Both hands were pressed against the heavily weeping wound of her thorn out throat, sticky and spoiled with red mess. She ran blindly, chest heaving as she spewed red over leaping barley. She could remember it all so well now. The dark woman with the kind face that had turned into something gruesome before her eyes. She had lured the girl with a sweet smile and her soothing, maternal voice, but as the girl had drawn close, she had become a wicked, evil being matched only by the puppy eater and the one that had pushed her down as she had struggled to get away from the witch that wanted her blood. His eyes were blue!

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Haku Soul · 01-04-2012, 10:28 PM

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Air whistled through quietly laughing jaws, parted with sweet, sweet anticipation of what was to come soon, so soon. The brown and cream painted beast remembered well his mortal hours of chasing delicious flesh. Although he hunted to soothe the burning hunger within his blackened core, he’d perhaps insist that this was the sweetest moment; following after a splendid trail of blind fear ripping into his nostrils. And now, it was all so close and real. The white blonde canine stumbled and fell against her dream world, though leaped to her feet at once and moved on. Fear gave wings, and he watched her soar along the ground through her fields of barley. Demonic blue stare was forced downwards towards the ground, and forced his body too to halt. It speed wasn’t necessary any longer, for he’d only have to follow the depths of red that now brought true colour against the pale plants and the pregnant mist. Scar stained muzzle reached down to loom mere inches above the damp ground, flaring at the sorely missed stench of innocent blood.

The slight tinge of the girl’s tears were left amongst the stench of copper, and he knew that she didn’t understand. Although declared a mad man by many and more, Haku was wiser than she. A memory could be a powerful thing in this place, and the heavy spray of blood that now lay in her wake let him know that she knew who he was. Blue hues smiled at this discovery, for he thought it wonderful that she knew exactly who was coming for her. But she didn’t know everything; didn’t know that the father figure she had wished to have included in her life at the point when she had learned that it wasn’t the mother alone that should play a role in her children’s life really was the same man that was hunting her. Once, the flawed man with the characteristic hues of blue could have been a father, but that was a long, long time ago, before the demon genes had eaten away everything that he had been and turned him into what he would forever be. There was no regret within the blackened remains of his heart, for he had been set free from pathetic, mortal bonds.

Yellowed fangs still grinned as his hulking secui form started tracing the blood splatter once again, taking his sweet time as she couldn’t go on forever now that she remembered.

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