Carpe Noctem
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				Title: <strong>Carpe Noctem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 00:29:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/87/d3/43/87d343e31d7ec2aabe7227dc0af1dca5.jpg)</div><em>Precious girl…</em> <br><br>Like a whisper amongst the earth’s steadily beating heart and yet so starkly contrasting she woke with a violent chill. With a shudder the child barely even in her teens drew in what felt like her first breath, long lashes fluttering free as two near glowing golden orbs were unveiled between them. <br><br><em>My salvation…</em><br><br>Eyes like glaciers bore upon her, unyielding even as she flinched – quick to freeze her right down to the marrow. Long fingers were lacing through her golden mane, but something so clearly meant to bring comfort only brought tremors to wake through her small form. <br><br>“I-… want to go home..” Pale pink lips trembled before the meek pleading of a voice so mousy it was a wonder it could be heard at all.<br><br><em>You are home.</em> Scarred lips pulled into an eerie smile that never reached her captors eyes, the sagging grey flesh of his gaunt cheeks wrinkling his features into something even more ghastly than before. <br><br>Was this a demon? Was this the evil her family had warned her about? Honey hues shimmered with a fresh swell and the scent of salt hit the Vampire above her like a fresh kill. There was a brief pause – silence and after a noticeable twitch the petting continued. <br><br><em> I will never harm you..</em> A promise? No… It was more like a mantra, a prayer to give oneself the strength they needed to stay with their convictions. <br><br><em><strong>I will never harm you.</strong></em><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy331/ZiaAnulla/Zia%20and%20stuff/private%20collection/distant____by_tonyhurst-d5sf23k_zps28f1341d.jpg)</div> <br><em>You’re not hurt, stop your sniveling.</em> Her captor of over two hundred years hissed against her ear. A sob muffled against his robe and he snarled his obvious frustration. The thought of attempting to comfort her hadn’t even crossed his mind; rather he decided his efforts were best laid in prying her little velcro fingers off him instead.<br><br><em>Please, please don’t leave me alone!</em> Oh how he loved it when she begged like this, the swell of utter desperation and need for him that welled within her - he just wished it were under different circumstances. ..<br><br>No words left him, not even a sound as she was tossed away from him and suddenly found herself landing face down into the familiar embrace of cushioned satin. “No!” Her eyes popped open and her palms flattened but before she could even lift herself a single inch the slam of something heavy and solid falling over head brought her right back down. Everything fell into darkness. <br><br><em>Please..</em> Tears began to stream down her pale cheeks. <em>LET ME OUT!</em><br><br>He actually flinched at how loudly her voice had pierced his mind but didn’t bother to pause his exit even as the predictable scratching, thrashing and slamming tantrum sounded from the locked solid marble coffin he left behind. He needed to feed, after all.<br><br>Tears darkened the violet cloth beneath her just as the storm above too began to shade the earth beneath it. The same thoughts as always raced through her head, the same fears and insecurities she always faced. What if he left her there again? <em><strong>Thump-thump.</strong></em>What if he never came back? <em><strong>Thump-thump..</strong></em> What if he died and no one knew where she was? <em><strong>Thump-thump…</strong></em> What if she were trapped here forever?<br><br><em>Someone please,<strong>help me..</strong></em> A plea in the dark that rarely ever pierced its thick fog - like the dying lamp of a lighthouse amongst the crashing waves and jagged rocks still feebly trying to pave the way home for some nonexistent savior. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carpe Noctem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 00:56:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ce/3f/11/ce3f11b38fe5e5c4b065166e4df7d460.jpg)</div><br><i>Concentrate.</i> She whispered to herself and yet her lips never moved.<br><br><i>You're doing fine..</i> A woman's voice encouraged quietly from some unseen origin. Somewhere amongst the great expanse of this bleak dreamscape sat a lone child floating encompassed by a bubble of light. A thick black smog roiled at the fringes, swirling and bubbling with a life of its own. <br><br><i>"Esther..."</i> Reflective blue orbs narrowed upon her from the darkness, slithering about the luminescent barrier she'd kept around her precious soul as it sought some point of weakness.<br><br><i>Don't look up...Don't look up..</i> Her inner voice quivered as she curled within herself more tightly. <br><br>&nbsp;<i><b>"Esther."</b></i> The creature boomed its unspoken demand and her head shook fervently as she kept her face buried within her knees. <br><br><i>"Let me in, Esther..."</i> The creature cooed but still she refused to budge.<br><br><i><b>"LET ME IN"</b></i> He howled, summoning a gust that thrashed against her tiny frame as she wailed in unison - in terror. Still she did not bend, even as the tears bled free. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carpe Noctem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhynarion</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 03:09:55</strong>
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				Another blow wracked the bubble, but this time a bit of emotion seeped in: desperation. Something more, an undercurrent that the irritated creature tried to hide. Fear. Something surely palpable to the youngling inside the ball, so familiar it must be. The creature rained blow after blow against the bubble, increasing in force and frequency. A stirring passed over them, the ripple of another mind in this lost place. The creature hurled itself against the ball with strength sure to break it, a psionic roar torn from its trembling throat. The stirring swept over them again as the blow came down, agitating the listless mists that plagued her mind.<br><br>The creature faltered, its blow halfhearted when it connected. The failed attempt to rupture the bubble conveyed little as something beyond her sight dragged the beastie into the mists. A final wordless shriek against her mind, and the being was washed from existence - its fate unclear but her subconcious undisturbed. A break in the mists cast a long shadow, illuminated by flashes of somber colors. Flapping wings blew away the mists until the colorless land below became apparent, her savior hidden behind wings of shadowy wisps that shaded him from the world outside.<br><br>The wings unfolded and blew away, a young boy stepping out from behind the shadows. He wore satin sleepwear of deep blue mingled with streaks of black, leaning heavily on a ironwrought cane. Tyrdill hobbled forward with a slow gait, and left a swirl of impressionistic colors in each place that he or his cane touched her dreamscape. Messy black hair clung to his face and cheeks, hiding the gauntness of his frail body. Cerulean eyes sought hers as he made slow progress toward the bubble, while a raven perched on his shoulder watched her with ebon eyes never blinking.<br><br>"Hello?" The boy called out to her, stopping to lift a hand to his mouth - hardly stifling the accompaniment of coughing that followed his expenditure of breath.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carpe Noctem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 04:07:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/79/38/2d/79382dc3227136145fd9eadd45485546.jpg)</div><br>The sudden invasion was enough to throw away the veil and wash a new sense of lucidity over this mind created realm. What had first been fear quickly turned to absolute <i>terror</i> as the youth lost her resolve to keep her eyes hidden within her knees and instead found herself staring over them with wide open balking eyes. Misty golden hues peered into the darkness beyond with bated breath. Already she saw something lurking in the darkness befitting the nightmares that plagued her on a nightly basis but it was the predator of such a nightmarish beast that truly struck horror down to her very core. <br><br>Not once had she witnessed such a thing before. Not once had anything come forth to save her but her own efforts to keep herself just out of the nightmare's tainted clutches and yet there lurked in the blackened mist a creature more foul-some than the shadow that had long ago managed to wiggle his influence so deep within her soul it was now anchored as part of her. It wasn't until the boy-child stepped forward that the woman felt some of that terror dissolve, but even still there was a wary unease that had her scooting back to keep a safe distance between them. <br><br><i>"Wh-who are you..?"</i> The girl's watery voice stammered, watching him with an unblinking paranoia. Perhaps he was a trick? One to lure her from the safety of her light bubble...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carpe Noctem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhynarion</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 09:04:45</strong>
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				This frail body reminded Tyrdill of times past, the failure he overcame. He <em>loathed</em> it, even within the dream where it was but an echo. The little girl's cries for a savior drew this man to her readily, though the reason for the pull he felt remained anyone's guess. Sin cawed on his shoulder as he hobbled forward, but alas - the wise bird could offer no insight this time. The ball of light ate at his envy, reminding him of the glorious colors stolen from him. He saw only shades of darkness now, the vibrancy of art stripped from his eager eyes. A price he paid for ambition.<br><br>He lifted a shaking hand up and pressed it against the glowing orb, firmer after a moment. It held. The strength surprised him, and he glanced up at the girl with a quirked gaze. "Tyrdill." He gave his name freely, for it was to him but a scrap of identification. The person he was did not exist any more, he purged that <em>weakness</em>. A long look he gave the child, offering her the cunning ruse of a young boys wide eyed wonderment. Not much a lie, to be honest - it simply did not expand what hid beneath the surface.<br><br>"What about you?" Another fit of coughing, worse than the last. The bird seemed worried, fidgeting on his shoulder - relieving the frightened girl of its unsettling gaze. Tyrdill leaned on the bubble, testing if it would hold his weight; his touch spread the strange rainbows of an oil puddle outward from his fingers, but otherwise affected the bubble little. A man of subtleties more than displays of power, Tyrdill recognized the risks of an overt display - just as he knew that a child could trust easily and quickly if given the chance. A darksome game, he began to spin. Perhaps tragic, in a sense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carpe Noctem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 10:10:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/79/38/2d/79382dc3227136145fd9eadd45485546.jpg)</div><br>Frightened honey hues flitted to the squawking bird upon his shoulder but were quick to return to what she perceived as <i>the true threat</i>. He came clad within the body of a mere child and yet held such power as to smooth away one of the many jagged edges of her shattered mind? Even for her it was dangerous simply wading through her psyche. There were so many stray pieces of fractured masses both native and foreign in origin scattered about she was surprised didn't appear to her in pieces - then again these <i>keen</i> edges had never harmed Gadrie either. It seemed only <i>she</i> were the one to suffer the consequences of navigating the landmines within her. <br><br><i>"Hadassah.."</i>Even now she bled where she sat, inky black and red rivers drawing cracked lines upon her flesh like the abstract painting of a cutter's wet dream. <br><br><i><b>Esther.</b></i> A thousand hushed voices corrected from the dark depths around them and the child visibly shuddered. <br><br><i>"--Why... are you here..?"</i> The girl croaked, her voice a wary rasp. The poor thing was so frail and pallid that he could easily see the blue veins beneath her flesh as though they were varicose. <br><br><i>"Are.. you ill?"</i> She asked hesitantly, her head seeming to perk some as she began to eye him with something <i>other</i> than fear; concern. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carpe Noctem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhynarion</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 22:18:53</strong>
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				<em>Hadassah</em>. Her name summoned a stirring in him, muted by the distinct absence of passion in her tone. Fear tainted everything witnessed here and surely with due cause. His eyes betrayed intelligence with their depth, but the placid surfaces never made known the chaos beneath. His lips pursed as he tested her name, the sight of her bleeding distracting him from the moment at hand. <em>"Hadassah..."</em> A name he uttered carefully, wary of the power in it. A mind so potent as hers must be, he found it tragic that she should be thusly cursed - the man-child intimately aware of the fractured schisms spreading outward in the bleak expanse.<br><br>"You called for me," he muttered weakly, looking wan himself. "You called for help." Tyrdill took a pair of deep inhales, leaning back to press a hand against his chest. Wisps of shadow slipped from his skin, silky tendrils that faded quickly enough to be reasoned as a hallucination. She shocked him when she asked about his illness, and it showed clear on his face - stripping him of guile for a precious moment. He did not speak for more than a minute, lips ajar while he plumbed her features for any sign of sarcasm or flicker of disgust. She would see him for the weakness he purged. It was a mistake to take this form.<br><br>Slowly, his head shook from side to side. "No. Sickness means one can get better," he mused aloud, closing his eyes to shield himself from her gaze. "I was born this way. I will die thusly cursed." A truth he spoke to her, but not in full - muddied by events which came to pass after the point he chose to represent to her. What a tangled web to sift through, if at all it mattered in the end. <br><br>Freedom never came freely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carpe Noctem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>04-06-2015, 02:25:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/79/38/2d/79382dc3227136145fd9eadd45485546.jpg)</div><br>It was true names held power, not that she would know, yet as her true name graced his lips she felt an electric chill climb its way up her spine until they branches out to her toes and fingertips. She hadn't.... She just hadn't heard someone humor her with that name since she was with her family.. None of Gadrie's thrall would dare call her any other name than the one their master had given her, no matter how much she had insisted in the past. It was enough to make her heart flutter.<br><br><i>"You... you heard me..?"</i> Her eyes widened like saucers, an obvious awe washing over her features. The disbelief was perhaps unsettling but the childlike glimmer of Elpis sparking to life somewhere deep within those amber hues proved that maybe, just <i>maybe</i>.. all was not lost after all. Brine collected in her eyes, welling up and threatening to spill as they became gazed and shiny.<br><br><i>"My momma told me men are born with a darkness inside them, a sickness, and each woman is born with a special ability to drive away that sickness...."</i> She sniffed some as her arms fell away from her knees and she sat up just a touch. <i>"But sadly only for one man."</i> Her lips creased apologetically and yet her gaze dropped away to whatever invisible things she was fingering at her side. <i>"But if your sickness makes you cough and wheeze, I don't think it's the same thing."</i> She offered with a shy smile that tinged her cheeks with a slight pink. <br><br><i>"I'm sorry.."</i> She felt her shoulders slump and her gaze lowered once more at the prospect of his cursed death. <i>"That must be terrible..."</i> She spoke more quietly now, still fidgeting with some invisible force by her side. A moment later and her gaze returned to him, those working fingers lifting with something new sprouting between her finger tips - reaching past her own bubble to present him with... <br><br>It was a bouquet of flowers - Lilies, to be exact. They weren't any ordinary lilies, however. How could they be when in the scape of her mind she was capable of creating something so much more special? Each delicate, opalescent pedal luminesced - glittering before him like prismatic opals that created their own light of which to gleam from. <i>"For you."</i> She offered with that same shy smile, suddenly at a stand before him - even if she was still a head smaller than the boy-child himself. <i>"To help you feel better."</i> The pink that had touched her cheeks were now a full on bashful red - but try as she might, she would ignore her own silly nervousness! <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carpe Noctem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhynarion</strong> on <strong>05-06-2015, 00:15:22</strong>
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				His eyes narrowed only a touch when hers widened, distrusting until he saw the awe on her features. Her words reached his ears then, and he smiled for the first time since meeting her. Such childlike wonderment, he envied her deeply for it - his own abandoned for harsh realities so long ago. He nodded once, coughing softer now as he answered her question. "I did. Your cry was hardly silent." His weak smile brightened, though only so much in this bleak land that she called her mind. Color began to pool at his feet by this point, spreading around the bubble and below it. Her tears clenched a feeling deep inside him, something he hardly recognized. <br><br>He laughed too loudly as she mentioned the power of women, cringing when a horrid wave of coughing came over him. Despite the pain, mirth shone in his deep-hued eyes and he pushed himself back to proper posture with the cane. "Oh, if only it was that simple. But worry not, Hadassah... I will find a way to be free." He skimmed his hand over the surface of the bubble, staring at his reflection in the strange rainbow more than at her. "Besides, what woman would desire a man so frail? No, my curse is mine to bear."<br><br>A flicker of motion from the corner of his eye brought him to glance up in time to witness her shy little smile, a flustered expression dancing at the corners of his mouth. Such innocence she displayed, but the mind he saw spoke of a deeper darkness - perhaps a soul just as darksome as his own. He needed to be careful, at the very least. He frowned when she slumped, not intending to dampen her already dour mood. The invisible force she worked tugged at his awareness, putting him on edge beneath the surface. What was she planning?<br><br>He stood stark as she pressed forth the bouquet of lillies, jaw rather slack for the second time as he reached forward to take the flowers from her. Such radiance could only exist in the confines of a mind, fantastical creations of innermost beauty. He became enraptured with the beauty of the flowers, so much so that he didn't see her leave the bubble until he noted the change in warmth of the air. He stepped back a half step, his grip tightening on the flowers as he studied her.<br><br>He stepped back forward when he noted the bashful tint to her cheeks, racking his mind for something to repay her with for this kindness. Such a rare event it was for him to experience these simple things, he could only stare at her with a childish smirk. He dared not anything more, not now. Secrets would come to light in time, but now was purely for delights - exploration of a childhood stolen from him by the cruel fingers of fate. <em>"Thank you,"</em> he breathed in a simple whisper - lifting a hand to rest reverently on her cheek. The Raven quietly left his shoulder and fluttered skyward in an ascending spiral, leaving this moment to them and standing watch against any that might interrupt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carpe Noctem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>05-06-2015, 06:10:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/79/38/2d/79382dc3227136145fd9eadd45485546.jpg)</div><br><i>"Maybe when you grow up you won't be so frail."</i> The girl pipped up with a sugary smile meant to brighten his otherwise self-esteem crushing notions. Perhaps she actually thought him a child? Perhaps, even if she knew differently, she was trying to elude to more regardless? <br><br>She was all to pleased to take in the emotion that glimmered in his eyes at the sight of her gift and it brightened her smile to a beaming status. So rarely did she have the pleasure of making another happy. Gadrie only ever seemed infuriated by her actions, especially given the fact she has still consistently denied his bonding attempts. He'd been making more strides for her as of late, especially given her recent transition into Carpathian adulthood. That aside he made sure to keep her ostracized from the rest of the world. As a matter of fact she'd cried out for help several times in the past and it was only until now that any managed to hear her past the barrier he had forced around her. No doubt Gadrie had sensed the intrusion as well. <br><br>When Tyrdill reached for her his hand would meet the bubble once again - after all it had only been her arm to briefly leave her little sanctuary. She did not know this male well enough to leave its safety, nor would she risk trekking the darkness he now lingered with in - even if it was her own mind.<i>"You're welcome. I hope you feel better soon."</i> She offered however, that same little bashful smile playing at her features.<br><br>A smile that quickly dropped as she peered skyward. Her eyes widened and her attention returned to Tyrdill. <i>"You must go! If <b>he</b> finds you here I'll be punished!"</i> She warned, her apparent anxiety already coloring the black wasteland with a fresh coat of oozing red that showed with every thunderous beat of her racing heart. <i>"Go!"</i> She cried before she turned around and fell upon her knees, her arms instantly folding over her head and suddenly she was gone - and he was thrust out. <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br>
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