19-02-2013, 12:37 PM
OOC : It's a story book she writes in. All stories and poems are of her (and my) creation. Some have truth to them, some are completely nonsense. She won't specify which. Also, good to note is that the title is written in cursive on the book, or stitched in rather.
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Dagger
The line is long
and 40 strong.
A thinning in the middle
the target of the despicable.
Innocent blood on the angel's wings feathered black.
The blood eagle forces middle slack.
crumpled, frail and dead and precious
Angelic Aether never so treacherous.
The cutting tool left behind,
dark and ornate, self becomes hard to find.
To some a monstrosity, to some a work of art.
Ten seasons later, angel's chest is opened - to reveal a heart.
Home
I hit my head really hard, apparently. I'm dizzy, sick, in pain, but so happy. I've had the first dream in many years... I can finally go home.
Before I woke up I remember everything clearly. The line between slumber and waking has finally thinned again, the difference is hard to tell. I wouldn't really know if I didn't have William and the rest of Clan Grey.
I was walking through the woods, hunting. I heard a twig snap and turned around to the sound. Then there was a strange humming in the air. It was familiar, eerie. I felt the urge to run, but I didn't. I had to know what it was. It sounded more and more like a strange growl and it got louder and louder. Then I realized what it was, but too late.
The Walker appeared behind me, the violet mist surrounding me. It grabbed me and I struggled. I dropped my bow and drew went to draw my dagger but then I felt a tightness...everywhere. It looked as if the world was falling away from me in pieces. Everything in my vision short of shattered and smashed together again, and then got very small and far away very quickly. It was like I was going backwards through a tunnel. Then I stopped suddenly and nearly vomited. Instead of one pinprick of light that was where I had been previously there were hundreds, maybe thousands all around me.
The creature released me, the purple mist was everywhere. I fell to the strange stone ground. It was a sort of creamy white stone. Then someone walked up to me and laughed. I saw a pale hand extend down to me. I looked up and all I could see was a twisted grin on a pale face which I couldn't see under the darkness of his hood, and he held a vicious Scythe in his other hand.
The Dragon
Another dream! This is right after the other one! Maybe my dreaming will be constant...
That man was called the dusk spawner by some, apparently. I remember him from when I was a little girl. He hasn't aged a day, though, dreams probably tend to do that. He gestured into the distance of this place, which was between the worlds he said. I looked in that direction and saw something incredible. Perched on a massive obsidian pillar was a Dragon. It seemed to command the landscape. Scaled black with the same glowing violet eyes the Walkers have.
OOC END
Dagger
The line is long
and 40 strong.
A thinning in the middle
the target of the despicable.
Innocent blood on the angel's wings feathered black.
The blood eagle forces middle slack.
crumpled, frail and dead and precious
Angelic Aether never so treacherous.
The cutting tool left behind,
dark and ornate, self becomes hard to find.
To some a monstrosity, to some a work of art.
Ten seasons later, angel's chest is opened - to reveal a heart.
Home
I hit my head really hard, apparently. I'm dizzy, sick, in pain, but so happy. I've had the first dream in many years... I can finally go home.
Before I woke up I remember everything clearly. The line between slumber and waking has finally thinned again, the difference is hard to tell. I wouldn't really know if I didn't have William and the rest of Clan Grey.
I was walking through the woods, hunting. I heard a twig snap and turned around to the sound. Then there was a strange humming in the air. It was familiar, eerie. I felt the urge to run, but I didn't. I had to know what it was. It sounded more and more like a strange growl and it got louder and louder. Then I realized what it was, but too late.
The Walker appeared behind me, the violet mist surrounding me. It grabbed me and I struggled. I dropped my bow and drew went to draw my dagger but then I felt a tightness...everywhere. It looked as if the world was falling away from me in pieces. Everything in my vision short of shattered and smashed together again, and then got very small and far away very quickly. It was like I was going backwards through a tunnel. Then I stopped suddenly and nearly vomited. Instead of one pinprick of light that was where I had been previously there were hundreds, maybe thousands all around me.
The creature released me, the purple mist was everywhere. I fell to the strange stone ground. It was a sort of creamy white stone. Then someone walked up to me and laughed. I saw a pale hand extend down to me. I looked up and all I could see was a twisted grin on a pale face which I couldn't see under the darkness of his hood, and he held a vicious Scythe in his other hand.
The Dragon
Another dream! This is right after the other one! Maybe my dreaming will be constant...
That man was called the dusk spawner by some, apparently. I remember him from when I was a little girl. He hasn't aged a day, though, dreams probably tend to do that. He gestured into the distance of this place, which was between the worlds he said. I looked in that direction and saw something incredible. Perched on a massive obsidian pillar was a Dragon. It seemed to command the landscape. Scaled black with the same glowing violet eyes the Walkers have.