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Caviel saw what she needed in the girls face, with that she stood up straight so that she could adjust her dress and shawl. Seeing that not a drop of Bebedora’s tears stained her dress in any fashion she produced a smile that could seemingly light an entire room, her teeth were perfect and as white as polished ivory.
“You know this is a learning experience for you. Do not look at it as a time of defeat.”
Looking behind her she saw the carriage was no where in sight, but the feeling in the air was stale and seemed to linger with an ominous feeling. Taking a long satisfying breath Caviel took Bebedora by the hand in a most friendly manner.
"This Bebe is ready to escort you insid, but something feels unsavory. This one maybe wrong in her senses though."
“Yes, let’s be most careful…something is off.”
Her steps were steady along the pebbled path, the light crunch of her heel to rock and rock to sediment was similar to that of a funeral march. As Caviel neared the door she heard animalistic sounds and could clearly smell the scent of beast. What could be happening inside this grand ball.
“Do you hear and smell that Bebe?”
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Her arms wrapped about the small dolls body like a vine about a stalk. The strangeness of the moment was beyond her, never would she find herself assisting one such as her in a time of emotional distress. Stranger yet was the continual psychosis in her mind to go through these motions, Caviel found herself stroking the long locks that cascaded down the maturing Childs back, the trembles from her offset crying causing the tender frame to shudder like that of a wounded animal.
"This one struggles to control herself, to live as more than she is. This Bebe's love has moved on from her, drawing out a pain which she can not understand nor bear..."
A single finger revealed itself to bebedora , it was perfectly shaped and painted in an odd shade of gold; which glimmered in the light. There was also fancy circles and lines of blue like lace intricately and painstakingly placed on the nail. The dark one placed the finger over the puppeteers lips, queuing her to hush.
“Shhhh shhh… that time has passed and your mourning must cease. This is a chance for a new beginning Bebedora Sulfan, you must rise again and be the manipulator of the strings once more, right now you are on the stage…your place is behind the curtains…how could you ever let these emotions take you.”
A soothing coo soon followed the words as she held Bebedora back, the light leaving a partial shadow on them both in an odd manner, which caused Caviel to laugh a bit. The light seemed to know that there was both light and dark within them.
“We should soon make way for the gathering, I am a fashionably late.”
It was then that Bebedora spoke up, her voice struggled to be clear.
"This one is broken and can not align the pieces. Can you offer this Bebe solace, relief from these feelings of cold and loss?"
“ I cannot give you relief from this pain. I can only show you how to deafen your heart to such emotions…to an extent, and even that I cannot completely stop. You work off of feelings, it gives you vast strength but even greater weakness.
Her arms fell limply to her sides, a look of confusion seemed to cover her features as her brown orbs looked away. Something in the air changed, the winds carried whispers of confusion. Her eyes then fell back onto her associate.
“You must become one with the darkness…and I haven’t the strength nor tools to allow you entrance….only one person I know has that ability…and I am not sure he has the power to grant you that ability. Let‘s be off now, dry your eyes.”
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Reddened indigo eyes loomed over her, trailing her petite curvaceous body. Eyes that belonged to her, the strange puppeteer that greeted her some time ago. The puppeteer that went behind her back and served another. That playful marionette now sat huddled on the stone walkway of a mansion bleeding tears from her large childlike eyes, these eyes which bore into many strangers souls. The Dark One motioned for the coach to leave, the driver nodding in response; he dared not stay to watch what would take place.
“How strange it is to see you, here, not in control of your own emotions. Its funny, no.”
A swift breeze swept passed her gown billowed in the winds, the raven tresses whipping at her face lightly. With her free hand she brushed the strands away from her face, exposing the delicate gold shimmer that was applied to her cheekbones. Lightly she tugged at the shawl letting it drop down her exposed back, allowing slight coverage from the winds assault.
“My broken doll, come to me….”
Motioning to Bebedora, who now looked older, a budding woman indeed. Her doll had been broken and she knew she could fix her. She slowly raised her arms in a welcoming gesture, the look in her eyes held a tinge of kindness, along with something else sinister. Her gesture was oddly maternal, so out of place for one with such a history. The wind blew once again the figure of Caviel and her billowing dress becoming more like an ominous apparition , her skirts leaving strange macabre shadows along the ground.
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Peaceful rhythms of horses hooves lingered about her like a flowers parfume to a bee. It almost seemed to keep her in trance, lightly bobbing when they trampled over a rocky road. The sound reverberating off the pebbles and making their way to ones accepting ears. The smell of fauna traced about the horse drawn carriage, pulled by the finest black stallions. The scenery was nearly orgasmic as if trapped in a never-ending fairytale. How cliché she thought to herself. Musing almost audibly, she caught the drivers attention, the rhythm of the horses dying down to a mere staccato beat.
Giving him a small nod to the jovial driver he picked up the pace the iron wheels squeaking and giving way to a light cry as they gained more momentum towards the city of Lucar, word slipped that there would be a ball for those she left a while ago for a shopping spree of immeasurable proportions, even in a time of confusion and damnation she would find a niche for her hobby. Her heavily adorned fingers smoother out the chiffon skirts she wore. The silver rings making a small noise as they rubbed against one another.
Leaning to the right so she could better view the lush fields and world beyond her reach, even in this atmosphere she could feel the liveliness of nature. Her brown eyes darted around and soon found what she quested for, their destination only a few minutes away. Its outline large against the sky, along with the illumination from the tenants in their homes able to be seen from so far away.
“Tis truly a splendid occasion.”
Finally reaching the gates and greeted by the watchmen. Willingly the information of the ball was given and no doubt was she dressed for an occasion such as this. Her hands folded in her lap as the turn was made down the narrow roads which led to the mansion in which it were held, pulling up a figure bent over caught her brown eyes, clutching a fedora hat almost intently.
The driver leaping flawlessly to the ground soon made his way to the carriage door revealing the ethereal looking Caviel from the womb of the coach, her heels making a small clicking noise as she was assisted. The dress she wore stopped just above the pebbled walkway. The cerulean fabric memorable of the sky during spring and the shawl she wore falling into many hues of the same colour only made her flesh ever so delectable. Her eyes classically lined like the late Egyptians and brushed with gold, blue and white upon the lids. Her ebony locks caught in a tight bun were held in place by jeweled pins, a few of the spiraled tendrils fell around her face.
“You there, why are you out here alone?”
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The memories were sweet, pungent visions placed themselves effortlessly into the realm of living. A sense of euphoria rushed through her numbed body. They danced about her a dim light reflected in her vivid green eyes; giving the illusion that she was among the living, but in truth she wasn’t. The apparitions soon came to a halt, dissipating and leaving her focus on the city a before her.
A breath escaped her lips as the blood returned to the apples of her cheeks; it was then the true gem like gaze returned to her stunning eyes. The placid expression she’d held so long soon gave to the emotions that surfaced abruptly; she’d been meditating a few feet away from the city, after tracking the group for months she’d finally found this the time to join the adventurers again.
Brushing the sediment off her pants as she stood looking over the city, not sure of what to expect from the group of strangers. A chill ran down her spine as she thought of the strange looks they may pass over her, it wasn’t as if she weren’t use to such actions, she’d received many of the looks from everyday common folk due to her strange upbringing. Exhaling loudly she simply walked into the city and towards the place she’d heard they’d hold a gathering and celebration for the adventurers good deeds.
“Crap…. I can’t walk in like this…”
The thought finally hit her, this was a special occasion and she had nothing to wear. Not only would she receive strange looks, she’d be laughed at coming in with such attire. Turning about in the city square she’d caught sight of a shopkeeper turning the “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED”, not wanting to bring attention to herself she simply closed her eyes and muttered silently to herself.
“Well, I guess I have no other choice.”
Vynneska asked around for the location of the ball and soon found herself in the large entryway. Gazing about the fine kept lawn and pebbled walkway she knew the owners had a grand evening with the others, and they were all probably dressed in fine chiffon gowns and here she stood in a pair of vinyl and leather pants, leather jacket and halter. The mutants attention then shifted when she heard a wild shriek and strange howls from within. Immediately she went into offensive stance and krept up the few marble and stone steps, only to be greeted by two vile undead creatures. They stood with their dead glossed over eyes, seemingly looking through her.
“…”
She continued to advance towards them, yet not one moved to attack. No way could they be part of the greeting party. Picking up the pace she walked passed them quickly turning to face them as she entered. A strange feeling overcame her, as if hands went through her body and the pair of silver knuckles she carried with her vanished. An eyebrow rose, and another silent curse was freed from her mouth.
What have I walked into?
Ignoring the small loss she pressed against the double doors and what she saw before her caused a string of utterances and feelings to erupt from within her. The next thing to hit her was the smell of rotting burning flesh and animal musk all too pungent to be ignored. A cluster of undead turned around slowly and merely gazed at the newcomer. Her stance changed into defensive quickly, looking at one group member fight, others standing still along a wall, a large dragon, a phoenix, a large demon, and other random wild pack animals amongst the undead.
“What the hell…”
Once the words came a large hulking body of undead flesh came her way. Quickly she performed a Chinese split, the body crashed through the door with a solid thud behind her. Small pieces of wood scattered about her and a foul green fog spewed from the maimed body.
"I guess there is something to gain from this after all."
The frown she had on her face then turned into a wry smirk. The undead would actually play a positive role in this crazed fiasco. rolling backwards out of the split she knealt over the body, placing a hand on one of its opened wounds she'd gain whatever disease or detrimental effect ran through its corspe.
it was then she felt a strange energy and the hairs on her arms began to stand on end. What was this tremendous force she felt growing in the room.turning about her eyes then focused to three hammer wielding undead and the demon on the floor.
“something tells me that I should run….”
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This Bebe doesn't wish to enter, we have no true allies there within. Yet, she wonders if the person responsible for this has an object of power. Bebe implores you, Caviel, if you wish to proceed do so with caution as this one will become a.
Noticing the puppeteers’ hesitation a look of inquisitiveness peeked in the raven-haired woman’s face. Her expression becoming placid, almost icy. Gazing at the shivering figure pressed against the threshold she could only imagine what was heard. It as then that the pressure of a gaze upon her frame, her brown eyes settled onto the now indigo and crimson orbs of Bebedora. Fear did not pass through her; only complete curiosity entered her expression once more, this time bringing some form of life to the once placid surface. Her full lips parted and relayed a message.
“With all due respect, I care not what becomes of you or whom is in need beyond this threshold, like you I only desire an instrument of power. If I wander through this door I may have a chance at that, and a gander at what lies within you.”
At that moment bebedora threw her body forward, eyes growing wide and a transformation the dark princess has never experience took place at her feet. The snapping of sinews and bones cracking was clearly audible. The puppeteers eyes were blank, yet gave way to tears as the thick life force dripped silently from her lips. The small puddle matching her now crimson eyes it was truly a sight to be seen, this new form that lay before her dainty feet gasping for air.
"Ahhh, this is so much better!! To be free to be....Unstoppable..."
The adorned ears of Caviel caught the statement and merely rolled her eyes. The beastial woman snatched the remnants of the Chinese print dress from its hairy chest and proceeded to gaze at the perfection that was Caviel. The were womans clawed hands went to reach out for her delicate cheek, with an abrupt movement the raven-haired girl swatted the hand away.
"This stupid child sees you as some sort of mother, but I see as something much more useful to me... Yet that will have to wait until I tear whoever is in these stupid visions limb from limb. Then, hehe, then I'll show you what I, Triela think of you."
“I care not what you think of me. We both have a problem with whomever sent the visions and deprived me of my innate skills. At this moment, I already dislike you, but I must cooperate with you for the moment. After this I will also show you what I think of you.”
Caviel backed away as the animal sniffed her and licked its maw. Appalled by the breath and closeness she had to share with this beast, she merely closed her eyes as she was snatched off the ground and into the battle. The smell and heat was almost debilitating and the mere stench made her swoon nauseatingly.
How can they endure in this environment?
Tables, chairs and the linen drapes were afire, while hordes of undead creatures dragged on with flesh searing. A large demonic creature howled devilishly as its wings flapped, sending currents of flickering flames throughout the dancehall. As if that weren’t enough a large dragon like creature took up much space amongst the chaos, quickly the beastial woman darted through these obstacles. The clock was soon before them, could this truly be what the man entered.
“Now, do we rip this off the wall or cordially wait to be invited inside.”
Caviel dropped off the females’ shoulders, fanning herself the entire time. The last thing she wanted to do was sweat and cause her make up to ruin. There she saw a woman kicking the clock in hopes of opening it. Brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear as she gave a wry smile to the lady and soon found her self striking the center of the clock with her flat palms aiming for the “hollow” point where the pendulum would be.
“You may join in at any time wolfie.”
((Bebedora is played by avalonia sulfan her quotes appear in these post b/c we were rping together))
 Kytten_Hime · Fri Oct 12, 2007 @ 09:33pm · 0 Comments |
