salem fysco ; arrows/tom ; white elephant
Jan 9, 2016 12:45:42 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Jan 9, 2016 12:45:42 GMT -5
<>Salem Fysco<>
Smoke spiraled like slithering snakes around my ankles as the crackling sound of whispering hell crept into my ears like rats. Energy coursed through my veins as the cooling blood dripped slowly off of my fingers leaving scarlet splashes across the floor. My fingers wrapped around the cold brass of the front door as I sensed the presence of another person creeping across the yard. Only moments later as the door swung swiftly past my side I spotted the woman before me as an expression of tremendous disgust spread across her face. Deep in her eyes I could see the pooling of questions as fear undoubtedly now was toying with the guarded sanctions of her mind. Part of me wanted to smirk while another part longed to know the purpose of this random woman's presence upon my ritual grounds. Thankfully the woman did not waste any time as her question began to trickle out of her mouth like a stream slowly rambling through a wooden glen.
"Where are your parents?" The valiant woman asked which only made my eyes roll within their sockets. Her question was such a ridiculous one, could she truly not contain the intellect to realize who's blood now stained my body? Then again she wasn't like me, she wasn't like anyone in the coven so I had to give her at least part of the benefit of the doubt. Not everyone could manifest the powers that radiated through my body. However I was certain that there was something special about this woman. She had a certain aura I could not just simply ignore, not to mention she happened to arrive to my home the day of my greatest triumph. Surely there was something other wordly within the woman's bones, but for now I choose to simply answer her question for the sake of it.
"Right here." I say wistfully to the stranger as I cautiously hold up the vile of glowering ashes still wrapped securely around my neck with there warmth seeping through the glass. At first she doesn't seem to quite understand what I am saying as she asks him yet another pointless question. "Right where?" This time I simply shake my head as I turn my attention of the road just behind her and I begin to contemplate if any one else had noticed the blood dripping off of me. Thankfully though the stranger allows me to return to the suffocating smoke of my deteriorating house to slip away up to my room one final time before she supposedly whisks me off to a new home.
Memories bubble up from every book, vile, and magical device I place within my bags. All around me I feel the upbringings of my powers flourishing in one final farewell. Since the very beginning this place has served as my safe zone, but now it was going to be devoured in the light of flame, my flame. Perhaps the rest of the world would believe that I too was eaten by the carnivorous mouth of the fire and leave me to my upcoming role as Legionnaire, but the logical part of me knew that would never happen. In this world the Capitol knows all that does not slither in the confines of the forgotten shadows of humanity such as the coven.
Below my feet I feel the cool chill of night begin to falter as the heat from the rising fire picks away at the tiled flooring. Quickly I make my way to the door as I catch one last glimpse of myself in the mirror, dressed in all black and cloaked just as I should be...
Suddenly I feel myself launch straight up in bed as the dream of my past skitters out of my mind. Chills pierce my skin in the form of goosebumps as my attention turns towards the clock by my bed. Through the thin veil of moonlight I notice it is only a quarter past one and for once it felt as though sleep had been driven from my mind. So with a long sigh I push myself tentatively out from the sheets of my bed. A chilling night breeze passes over my shivering body from the cracked window, but it only makes my changing time shorter as I dress in my typical black attire.
The moon hung like a beacon in the sky as I let the door to the house slid slowly shut behind me. A white blanket of snow gleamed within the rays of the moon as my feet crunched through the field just south of my house. In the distance I swear I hear the gentle coo of a dove but I am certain it is my imagination considering the time of year. Still I let myself continue to wonder about the distant coo until I finally reach my destination. A pond frozen by the chill lies by my feet as I gently touch a finger to its surface. Chills greet my fingers as my electric blue eyes glared right back at me. Although the air was cold and the night was well underway the sound of steps reached my ears. I felt my body tense slightly not out of fear but out of curiosity. Who else dared to embrace a night such as this just as he had?
"Where are your parents?" The valiant woman asked which only made my eyes roll within their sockets. Her question was such a ridiculous one, could she truly not contain the intellect to realize who's blood now stained my body? Then again she wasn't like me, she wasn't like anyone in the coven so I had to give her at least part of the benefit of the doubt. Not everyone could manifest the powers that radiated through my body. However I was certain that there was something special about this woman. She had a certain aura I could not just simply ignore, not to mention she happened to arrive to my home the day of my greatest triumph. Surely there was something other wordly within the woman's bones, but for now I choose to simply answer her question for the sake of it.
"Right here." I say wistfully to the stranger as I cautiously hold up the vile of glowering ashes still wrapped securely around my neck with there warmth seeping through the glass. At first she doesn't seem to quite understand what I am saying as she asks him yet another pointless question. "Right where?" This time I simply shake my head as I turn my attention of the road just behind her and I begin to contemplate if any one else had noticed the blood dripping off of me. Thankfully though the stranger allows me to return to the suffocating smoke of my deteriorating house to slip away up to my room one final time before she supposedly whisks me off to a new home.
Memories bubble up from every book, vile, and magical device I place within my bags. All around me I feel the upbringings of my powers flourishing in one final farewell. Since the very beginning this place has served as my safe zone, but now it was going to be devoured in the light of flame, my flame. Perhaps the rest of the world would believe that I too was eaten by the carnivorous mouth of the fire and leave me to my upcoming role as Legionnaire, but the logical part of me knew that would never happen. In this world the Capitol knows all that does not slither in the confines of the forgotten shadows of humanity such as the coven.
Below my feet I feel the cool chill of night begin to falter as the heat from the rising fire picks away at the tiled flooring. Quickly I make my way to the door as I catch one last glimpse of myself in the mirror, dressed in all black and cloaked just as I should be...
Suddenly I feel myself launch straight up in bed as the dream of my past skitters out of my mind. Chills pierce my skin in the form of goosebumps as my attention turns towards the clock by my bed. Through the thin veil of moonlight I notice it is only a quarter past one and for once it felt as though sleep had been driven from my mind. So with a long sigh I push myself tentatively out from the sheets of my bed. A chilling night breeze passes over my shivering body from the cracked window, but it only makes my changing time shorter as I dress in my typical black attire.
The moon hung like a beacon in the sky as I let the door to the house slid slowly shut behind me. A white blanket of snow gleamed within the rays of the moon as my feet crunched through the field just south of my house. In the distance I swear I hear the gentle coo of a dove but I am certain it is my imagination considering the time of year. Still I let myself continue to wonder about the distant coo until I finally reach my destination. A pond frozen by the chill lies by my feet as I gently touch a finger to its surface. Chills greet my fingers as my electric blue eyes glared right back at me. Although the air was cold and the night was well underway the sound of steps reached my ears. I felt my body tense slightly not out of fear but out of curiosity. Who else dared to embrace a night such as this just as he had?
