Sylph
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Gryffindor Student
Magick is intention amplified by emotion
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Post by Sylph on Dec 6, 2005 15:25:35 GMT
It was late, and most students in the castle were residing safely in their respective common rooms, catching up on homework or enjoying some free time to play exploding snap or gossip with friends. There was one girl, however, who was not counted among this happy and relatively carefree crowd.
A brown leather heavily booted foot came down on the stone floor of the entrance hall step with surprising softness, followed closely by it companion. The slightly heeled boots led to a pair of faded black boot-cut jeans, and a bare midriff below a tight green top and beneath a loose black jacket. The girl was taller then most seventeen year olds, and her slender frame was surrounded with a cloud of long hair - now past her elbows - violently purple in colour. Intensely flashing emerald eyes shone out sharply from beneath the violet tresses, glowing almost in the December night. Cold as it was, the girl showed no sign of a shiver, and though her hands were dug deep in her jacket pockets, they bore no gloves for warmth. Cold suited this girl.
Green irises stared out over the grounds of the school trying in vain to pierce the gloaming night, and the girl sighed faintly. Much had been weighing on her mind of late, and tonight her thoughts were darker than ever. Glancing to the sky, she spied one or two very faint stars, shining out intermittently from behind the dark brooding clouds overhead, but they gave no light, and the grounds were a field of dark. With a second sigh, barely more then a breath, the girl stepped forwards, hands still deep in pockets and shoulders hunched, and began to walk into the night.
At first she wandered aimlessly, but soon it was clear that her feet were leading her in a certain direction, though without her concious thought guiding them. The cold air turned her breath to fog and her nose a rosy shade of red, but she paid it no heed, not even a goosebump rising on her pale skin. Memories of the previous summer filled her head, but the girl was in no mood to entertain specifics, and ignored - or attempted to ignore - thoughts until her mind was a blur of events, of feelings and emotion, until all things were as one.
Seemingly without realising she had done so, the girl reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Looking up briefly with glazed eyes, she beheld a likely spot, and began to climb. She was skilled in doing so; her hands and feet finding holds on automatic, her peridot eyes never changing their focus, staring out unfalteringly into the middle distance. Upon reaching a sturdy branch near the top of the tree, she paused and sat, face tilited upwards to the skies, and not a movement could be seen for several minutes until silent tears began to trickle down her rosy cheeks. Soon they overcame her, and she put her head into her arms and drew her legs about her. There she remained, sobs racking her slender frame, her jacket soaked through from the flood of tears.
The indomitable fire and spirit, the courage and ever-present humor that made up the girl called Sylph had gone, the devil-may-care grin that usually graced her face replaced by a mask of red-eyed misery. For the first time in many years, Sylph was crying. A letter hung limp from her hand, and through her weeping only one word could be distinguished;
Loki.
OOC: not necessarily looking for a reply here, I'm just working something out. Of course, if anyone wishes to respond that's fine too!
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Lothani
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Demon
Oh, how annoying when life comes to a halt...
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Post by Lothani on Dec 7, 2005 2:07:25 GMT
(Ooc: I do not believe that no one has replied… simply sad that there is only a beginning. Might I fill the next reply?)
This was her home. At last, the Demoness had begun to feel at the very least comfortable within the many, many forbidding trees. Too many times she moved on, continuing to hold up the reputation of a nomad among the human species. They knew, should they come across the rare, dangerous large cat, it wouldn't stay more than a month. It was some reassurance for them, because that was all they had. Hope. With one latex-covered leg crossed over the other, in her bare hands she held the splintered ulna bone of the boy she had only recently condemned to death the second he wandered into the forest on her command. The sharp end faced away from her hard, dark skin as it was twirled endlessly between her fingers, the claws-like nails helping every now and again to perform a 'death defying trick'should the bone have still been human. The black, thin-booted heels she wore swallowed mahogany and black latex until the middle of her calf, where it clothed her body until the very wide neckline and ended at her shoulders. Sitting atop her caramel-coloured cropped hair was a chauffeur's black hat, 'given' to her many years ago.
Tucked and crossed over her legs was her very long, black, rosetted tail, twitching every so often at the tip. This was the one thing that could save anything and anyone from the largest or smallest dosage of her deadly poison, not that she had to use it often at all. After an almost one-hundred year break from needing it, she had used it to heal the abdomen skin around his hands of that large Lycan, and had also used it on herself when he had broken her jaw. But as it had those few times before hand, it came to be very helpful when it was needed.
Though now wasn't a time it was. Slowly slinking its way from her lap, it flowed itself to the full length that it was and curled at the end so as to not drag on the ground once the Demoness stood up from where she sat atop a hollowed tree branch. If someone would have seen the half-inch thick heels she was wearing, they'd have thought she would have sunk into the ground. But from the way she held herself upright, it was an impossibility on her part. It only took a few of those manipulated steps for her to reach the tree where the attempted-silenced sobs flowed from.
In a powerful enough leap, plus another few between branches, her dark hands gripped the arm of the tree the girl was huddled on. A second later, her behind was comfortably seated inches from the human, tail dangling lifelessly behind her, legs hanging cross-legged in front of her. Deep, pooled amber eyes slowly scanned the crouched girl, without an ounce of white as the girl had. No, Lothani's eyes were all amber, not another colour or shade in sight. Though they were lighter where her central vision was, almost no change was visible.
She had seen a girl with purple locks before, so it was not totally strange to the demoness, but these tresses were far more brilliant and vibrant in colours, tones and hues. A beautiful girl with a red-cheeked and red-eyed face, with crystalline tears cascading down, forming a river over her radiating skin. The emotion seeped through her porcelain features as did the heat from her sobbing. Humans were indeed a very complicated set of species, but once one had grown used to them, and had learnt their wits and ways, it was no where near as difficult as naming the anatomy of Lothani.
Painted mahogany lips parted, without releasing any hint of emotion or curiosity, to form the words "Why, deary, what ever has caused these flowing tears?"
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Dante
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Soulless
Ignorance is bliss, that's why I'm angry
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Post by Dante on Dec 7, 2005 4:09:40 GMT
OOC: If you would prefer my presence eliminated, only request it and it shall be done.
IC: A cool wind whistled between the trees as the tears of Sylph fell almost in silence toward the frigid earth. Dead appendages of trees swayed slightly at the world's breath. Only the slightest sound of metal rustling upon metal was attributed to his presence. Two pairs of chains, hidden in almost complete shadow, hung below a branch. It was not that the ones present were unable to see, more so that the being did not want to be seen. A high perch in a rotting tree with a view of his past was what he had to show for himself as a means of accomplishment. Events of unforeseeable pain and anguish riddled his mind, visions of his own life and the lives he observed bombarded his mind.
A strand with the hue to that of a shadow was hung taught between metallic palms. Upon the thread were the pearls of the wretched observer. The string lost its rigidity as the metallic claws came into closer proximity and a small clasp was formed as the being's talons wove a loose knot between the ends of the strand. Upon a single digit hung the strand of obsidian like pearls. They lowered behind the being and to the side of the weeping girl.
"Why do you cry girl? Truly your world has not gone to oblivion has it? Tell me of your sorrows, and you shall see that your existence is not as complicated as it appears to be." A deep whisper wafted from the opposite side of the tree. The words crept around the tree in almost pure silence and danced ever so slowly into the ears of Sylph.
As Dante became aware of Lothani's presence he finished his sentence then became silent. An orb began to grow above his palm. The absence of light was visible to anyone looking into his hand. The sphere had grown to the size of his fist then stopped changing. Dante turned his hand around, palm up, and lowered it down with the orb floating only an inch above it.
"Maybe all you need is a little light shed upon the situation." The snap of his fingers and a single spark finished the sentence. The spark came in contact with the orb and each ignited upon the instant that contact was made. A deep blue flame licked the sphere as it rested upon a pedestal of air. The hand was no longer beneath it and had once again returned to the owner's level. Only enough light to see a few inches by was emitted from the sphere while no heat was present. "Speak young one, tell of your sorrows." Floated through Dante's head as he returned to silence.
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Sylph
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Magick is intention amplified by emotion
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Post by Sylph on Dec 7, 2005 13:33:27 GMT
OOC: thank you both for replying so beautifully... here's where I ruin it...
Small rustling noises in the tree below her barely cut through the soft snuffling sounds that made up the human girl's weeping, but as the demoness landed and sat with easy grace on the branch in front of her, Sylph's head snapped up, her cheeks instantly dry even if her eyes remained somewhat reddened. Emerald eyes met amber ones, and all of Sylph's muscles froze instantly in an instictive reaction.
There in front of her she beheld the most extraordinary being ever before seen in her life. It took the form of a human female, but no human had those eyes, that animal poise and grace. This, Sylph knew, was a demon, and no ordinary one at that. The woman's garb was extraordinary, dripping in sex appeal whilst simultaneously maintaining the utmost air of seriousness and danger. Dark skin was offset in fascinating beauty by caramel-coloured hair, and the eyes... Sylph had to wrench her own gaze from them, so strong was their hold. Glancing down slightly using only her eyes, Sylph noticed a long black tail dangling over the branch, it's dark colour mingling with the night. It was so dark that Sylph could only see it when the very tip twitched in panther-like alertness and the faint startlight caught the slight irridenscence that composed the black-on-black rosettes. Eyeing the being warily, Sylph was overcome with the strong feeling that the two of them had met before, but there was no firm memory for her to grasp, so she let it slide.
She opened her mouth to speak to the demoness, her mind screaming at her all the while not to run or even back away, despite what her legs were trying to make her do, but was interrupted by a new presence in the area. Why do you cry girl? Truly your world has not gone to oblivion has it...? The next thing Sylph knew, a flickering light had been lit, dazzling her dark-adjusted eyes. She was about to speak out against it, but held her tongue. Light would help her if things turned nasty; pitch dark would only benefit the denizens of the forest.
In the midst of twisting her upper body in order to see this second arrival, Sylph paused. Speak young one, tell of your sorrows. She knew that voice, and this time had no trouble placing the memory that it came with. She had fought with him before, well, she and Aidana, that was, back in the duelling hall before the final battle with Danawi. He was Dante, soulless, and very dangerous he was too, but nothing on the panther-woman sat before her. Still, neither of them seemed overtly threatening at this point, and so Sylph decided to speak.
"Dante," she said curtly in greeting, her eyes returning to the demoness even as she spoke. She paused a brief moment, wondering whether to share the contents of the letter with the two strange creatures here in the forest. Were they any threat to her? Were they actually interested in her? She certainly doubted Dante was, from the way he addressed her; her problems were obviously minor in comparison to what was going in his dark and soulless thoughts. Still... they had both asked...
"I cry," she began, "to mourn the passing of someone dear to me." Her voice was quite steady, rather expressionless, even, in spite of her passionate weeping only moments before. "I'm sure death is little to you," she added, a humorless smile tugging at her lips; "but I fear that his death may have been my fault." She shrugged rather helplessly, and a troubled look crossed her features, her eyes glazing over once more.
"There is something else," she went on, her voice now rather distant and her eyes unfocused. "I don't know how he died... and something tells me his spirit is not far away... it resides within the forest...within... the..." In the next instant, her eyes closed, her body relaxed completely, shoulders slumping and head lolling, and she dropped like a stone to the forest floor.
OOC: ugh, bad post. My apologies. EDIT: ok, it's not as bad the second time round. It's just I wrote this at work between calls, so it felt somewhat disjointed, apologies if it is.
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Dante
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Soulless
Ignorance is bliss, that's why I'm angry
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Post by Dante on Dec 7, 2005 14:05:14 GMT
OOC: I disagree, it's actually quite a nice post in my opinion. I'll reply once again after I get back from school... evil school. BTW, Dante is on the opposite side of the same tree. Just for clarification.
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