Two days in one post :P
Sunday saw me in the library for whatever reason, I was simply avoiding the monster bashing for once. Yet outside a few moments earlier I almost hit Brit with a stone, that I had thrown at some new angel in to the city. Brianna had pounced him, Lorne found it amusing.
Inside the building stood the white wing calmly talking to Brit, I had made my way around to a pillar to peek around it. Joah had snuck up on me making me leap on to the pillar and cling to it, she giggled telling me not to hide and I lept down to the floor. I would have giving an indignant grunt, but since Britt was near I kept polite or as best I could. The angel got on my nerves as all white wings do, acting so damn pompous it makes you want to pluck out their feathers. I was using water to get it near to him, then freeze it around his feet but he threw it back at me after blessing it.
Brit gave me a cookie and told me to be nice, I got no idea why but she sees the good in things that have none. Although I want to just be myself and inflict pain, I can't get over the fact that Britt makes even me behave to an almost reasonable state. Eventually I left sick of listening to the preaching and watching Lorne watch Brianna.
Monday:
Why the dungeon? Noelle was taken to the dungeon by Rau I followed right up to the door, no one else has qualms about going in there.... just me. Thor walked right in without any trouble but soon after Quiet ran out, she blurted out that the sight of seeing Phynix shaved made her scared. What the fuck was going on in there? Unable to let my family down any longer I buckled down and went in, the fear was a cold ball in my stomach making me feel sick. I didn't want to stay any longer than I had to, once everyone was out I threw up on the street right outside.
Fear.
I do not feel often but the dungeon scares me.
The pidgeon is annoying.
Lulz of the day:
[10:04] Narah Ihnen: what do you wanna do tonight Brain?
[10:05] Blueray Darkes: I don't know, the same thing we do every night Pinky
[10:05] Blueray Darkes: TRY TO TAKE OVER SECONDLIFE
Showing posts with label Nightmare. Show all posts
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Monday, 25 August 2008
Sunday, 13 July 2008
Mental trauma
Its not written by her hand, it seems to be hers but its shadey at best. Her shadow has her journal open, writing down the past mental trauma her owner has had.
The last few days had been hard for Blueray, she had achieved one of her goals of gaining a seat. Yet with her promotion came new responsibility, something she knew she would be able to handle. It didn't take long for her to pull on the mantle, she had risen through the ranks quickly and made excellent growth. One of few of the newer members to make it so high in so little time, Niv being even newer and already reaching Geist simply with his fighting prowess. Course she wasn't much of a fighter she did her best but she was weak in it, her strengths lay in other areas and thus she was always a great assest to her House.
She sleeps now I watch over her, tossing and turning with those nightmares of hers. Just recently that man I remember him, he trapped her in her mind and I watched helpless as she thrashed on a throne screaming. Its not often she cries its not often she even screams or begs for it to stop, she did that all writhing in whatever agony Hell he put her in to. It urks both of us that Delrith got her out of it, that he alone helped and realised who it was who ruined her completely. She still suffers mentally from the ordeal she was thrust in to, often or not becoming irrate or simply brooding quietly. I think her mind might have fractured a little and if left it would have broken completely, she does so much to try and fix the damage done to herself on her own. She's strong at least she believes that she is, its also not good to worry the rest of the family with her mental health. Specially she got the seat now.
The page is then torn out of the journal and hidden under a cushion of the couch in the Pit, for all the shadow knew it could be find and it wouldn't care. Its information on Blueray and why she is rather tempermental right now, the shade takes it place behind its owner and sighs. ~Why did you follow this path? You should have remembered not to kill with dark intent~
Lulz of the day:
[14:35] DCS2 2.34: Kaine McCallen OOC: im ultra sexy?
[14:35] DCS2 2.34: Jonathon Coage OOC: Was it that Kaine likes date rape?
[14:35] DCS2 2.34: Kaine McCallen OOC: hey.. unconcious girls dont say no.
[14:35] DCS2 2.34: Jonathon Coage OOC: Gah!
The last few days had been hard for Blueray, she had achieved one of her goals of gaining a seat. Yet with her promotion came new responsibility, something she knew she would be able to handle. It didn't take long for her to pull on the mantle, she had risen through the ranks quickly and made excellent growth. One of few of the newer members to make it so high in so little time, Niv being even newer and already reaching Geist simply with his fighting prowess. Course she wasn't much of a fighter she did her best but she was weak in it, her strengths lay in other areas and thus she was always a great assest to her House.
She sleeps now I watch over her, tossing and turning with those nightmares of hers. Just recently that man I remember him, he trapped her in her mind and I watched helpless as she thrashed on a throne screaming. Its not often she cries its not often she even screams or begs for it to stop, she did that all writhing in whatever agony Hell he put her in to. It urks both of us that Delrith got her out of it, that he alone helped and realised who it was who ruined her completely. She still suffers mentally from the ordeal she was thrust in to, often or not becoming irrate or simply brooding quietly. I think her mind might have fractured a little and if left it would have broken completely, she does so much to try and fix the damage done to herself on her own. She's strong at least she believes that she is, its also not good to worry the rest of the family with her mental health. Specially she got the seat now.
The page is then torn out of the journal and hidden under a cushion of the couch in the Pit, for all the shadow knew it could be find and it wouldn't care. Its information on Blueray and why she is rather tempermental right now, the shade takes it place behind its owner and sighs. ~Why did you follow this path? You should have remembered not to kill with dark intent~
Lulz of the day:
[14:35] DCS2 2.34: Kaine McCallen OOC: im ultra sexy?
[14:35] DCS2 2.34: Jonathon Coage OOC: Was it that Kaine likes date rape?
[14:35] DCS2 2.34: Kaine McCallen OOC: hey.. unconcious girls dont say no.
[14:35] DCS2 2.34: Jonathon Coage OOC: Gah!
Friday, 30 May 2008
A bitter taste
A dream of a broken memory.. Made vivid by words of song, a voice says remember what your mother taught you...
In a time when the crescent silver moon hangs in the star lit sky, the Night often sings her sweet song of sadness. A sound so haunting it laments the passing of her sister Day, occasionaly the Wind chimes in as he often does when he is a breeze. For he is never ending and laments both of the sisters passing, Wind loves them both and courts each sister in turn when the fancy takes him. Such it is a whirlwind romance a triangle if you will, that the three of them make wonderous melodies for all the world to hear.
We were simple folk living in a wooden house that father built with his own hands, mother tended to the chickens and cows we kept upon our land. Among the countryside we resided living carefree lives, we knew nothing of technology or gadgets since our parents forsook such things. All we had were the simple tools to till the land to grow our food, for father loved to see things grow produced by his efforts. Oh wonderous vegetables that we had married to meat we rised ourselves, a copulation of hard work on a plate every day for us to consume and we knew we were blessed. So very blessed.
Yet people would tell us we were mad to live so close to the border, you see our land was on the edge of the other territory. No one ever dares to cross in to it because the demons live there, they are evil creatures delighting in the misery of humans for it is humans who called them and abandoned them there. Those creatures were often filled with resentment to happiness for they felt none, the resentment to being tossed aside when their use is over often turned to hate. Such emotion in a thing already evil, will tend to rot and fester in their very core until it explodes. Madness to live near such a place perhaps, but we felt safe for no law breaker dared to come near. Blessed were we.
On the afore mentioned night something terrible stirred, a recent creature had been left upon the demonic land and she was full of vengence. Her master summoned her long ago when she was new to the world, he made her do all sorts of things from murders to sexual favours. Eventually as with all such tales the demoness knew she was stronger than her master, with a curse upon her lips she turned upon him and devoured his soul. How she ended up over the border even she did not know, perhaps a priest sent her there in a bid to be rid of her but the destination was wrong. Some humans say Hell is on Earth, I guess for her that land was it. Her eyes were as red as the flames of Hell, her smile once so innocent now twisted and distorted with malice. She looked across the land where her malicious gaze came to rest upon our small wooden house, with the grace of a cat she prowled towards to it to see what horror she could do.
Inside the four of us sat around our fireplace, our parents in their wooden chairs while my brother and I curled upon the rug. I often found comfort in my twin for he was calm and stable, while myself ever a mischief maker was more chaotic. Partak so much more than just my brother, he was my anchor who balanced my strange nature. I was not a wicked child I had a good heart, mother always said I just couldn't be contained like other people could. I was the fighter and defender of Partak, his condition got him picked on by the other children who lived in town. When ever he was bullied I would be at his side, I guess my mischievious ways to get them back after I fought them off made me gain a reputation as bad. I was never a bad kid, I just liked to make trouble or pull pranks. Strong hearts that are noble make a warrior mother said, never use that to hurt another with dark intent. For then the darkness takes you.... I ramble! The fire with its orange flames danced upon logs, if we stared at them long enough they take on shapes like those of women and their dances become complex. I always liked fire to wonder at how something so warm and inviting, could be such a harmful thing when allowed to feed on what it likes. A destructive force of burning wrath as if angry at being restricted, and once released would cease to be a thing to be admired and instead be fiery death.
A knock on our door stirred us from what ever conversation we were having, we were not expecting visitors especially at this hour of night. Father got up from his chair to open the door to see who it was that disturbed us, he picked up his shotgun for safety just in case a law breaker had got the courage to come here. That was the last time I saw him alive, for in the instant the door opened a clawed hand grabbed him. He was held in place while another such appendage came down upon his head, with a sickening sound of breaking bone and tearing skin his head was ripped off. Blood sprayed our walls red the stink of iron all around us, I clung to my brother as we both screamed with eyes wide in terror. The demoness entered in to our house and mother stood in front of us her arms open in defence, the creature pretty as she was had her looks ruined by her cruel smile. I remember the blackness that surrounded her like a thousand snakes each with a hissing head, they coiled around her whole form like a black guard a hissing army. Mother did not stand a chance in the same way as father she had her life torn from her, we were alone now silently staring up at our destroyer whose hands dripped our parents blood down on us. While she licked the blood off herself becoming distracted with its sweet bitter taste, my twin and I got up and ran for our lives.
Behind us we heard a shriek so terrible it cut us to the bone, looking back just once we saw our house burst in to flame. From the burning wreckage she that demoness walked casually from it, her eyes glowing red and her fangs bloodied she was coming after us. No matter how hard we ran were only young and small, she was not that far behind us and gaining with each minute. We found a sewer pipe that we crawled in to, to hide from her and perhaps be spared from death. It stank the smell was prutrid, dirty slimey water dripped steadily on our clothes. We huddled together shaking, terrified out of our wits as the demoness reached us but did nothing. She could not get in to the pipe so she waited, but her attention span was short and thus it was our saviour when finally she wandered off.
Crawling back out of the pipe stinking of sewage we knew we were alone, two children with no family two orphaned brats. Holding hands we walked and walked not caring where we went, we found a city much bigger than the town we were used to. Looking at one another we were determined to live, mother taught us to live each day to the full. We were thankful to be alive. Together we walked on to the city streets, together we would find a way to survive....
I woke...
Trembling I brushed my hair out of my eyes, I found myself to be covered in a cold sweat. Nightmares had always been a problem since my first torture, these were more real seeming after I sang those words...
And a voice says "Remember what your mother taught you". Then I recall that's what the fortune cookie Lorne read to me had said.
Lulz of the day:
Janvier Redgrave is not dancing, he is stepping on cockroaches in a stylish fashion.
In a time when the crescent silver moon hangs in the star lit sky, the Night often sings her sweet song of sadness. A sound so haunting it laments the passing of her sister Day, occasionaly the Wind chimes in as he often does when he is a breeze. For he is never ending and laments both of the sisters passing, Wind loves them both and courts each sister in turn when the fancy takes him. Such it is a whirlwind romance a triangle if you will, that the three of them make wonderous melodies for all the world to hear.
We were simple folk living in a wooden house that father built with his own hands, mother tended to the chickens and cows we kept upon our land. Among the countryside we resided living carefree lives, we knew nothing of technology or gadgets since our parents forsook such things. All we had were the simple tools to till the land to grow our food, for father loved to see things grow produced by his efforts. Oh wonderous vegetables that we had married to meat we rised ourselves, a copulation of hard work on a plate every day for us to consume and we knew we were blessed. So very blessed.
Yet people would tell us we were mad to live so close to the border, you see our land was on the edge of the other territory. No one ever dares to cross in to it because the demons live there, they are evil creatures delighting in the misery of humans for it is humans who called them and abandoned them there. Those creatures were often filled with resentment to happiness for they felt none, the resentment to being tossed aside when their use is over often turned to hate. Such emotion in a thing already evil, will tend to rot and fester in their very core until it explodes. Madness to live near such a place perhaps, but we felt safe for no law breaker dared to come near. Blessed were we.
On the afore mentioned night something terrible stirred, a recent creature had been left upon the demonic land and she was full of vengence. Her master summoned her long ago when she was new to the world, he made her do all sorts of things from murders to sexual favours. Eventually as with all such tales the demoness knew she was stronger than her master, with a curse upon her lips she turned upon him and devoured his soul. How she ended up over the border even she did not know, perhaps a priest sent her there in a bid to be rid of her but the destination was wrong. Some humans say Hell is on Earth, I guess for her that land was it. Her eyes were as red as the flames of Hell, her smile once so innocent now twisted and distorted with malice. She looked across the land where her malicious gaze came to rest upon our small wooden house, with the grace of a cat she prowled towards to it to see what horror she could do.
Inside the four of us sat around our fireplace, our parents in their wooden chairs while my brother and I curled upon the rug. I often found comfort in my twin for he was calm and stable, while myself ever a mischief maker was more chaotic. Partak so much more than just my brother, he was my anchor who balanced my strange nature. I was not a wicked child I had a good heart, mother always said I just couldn't be contained like other people could. I was the fighter and defender of Partak, his condition got him picked on by the other children who lived in town. When ever he was bullied I would be at his side, I guess my mischievious ways to get them back after I fought them off made me gain a reputation as bad. I was never a bad kid, I just liked to make trouble or pull pranks. Strong hearts that are noble make a warrior mother said, never use that to hurt another with dark intent. For then the darkness takes you.... I ramble! The fire with its orange flames danced upon logs, if we stared at them long enough they take on shapes like those of women and their dances become complex. I always liked fire to wonder at how something so warm and inviting, could be such a harmful thing when allowed to feed on what it likes. A destructive force of burning wrath as if angry at being restricted, and once released would cease to be a thing to be admired and instead be fiery death.
A knock on our door stirred us from what ever conversation we were having, we were not expecting visitors especially at this hour of night. Father got up from his chair to open the door to see who it was that disturbed us, he picked up his shotgun for safety just in case a law breaker had got the courage to come here. That was the last time I saw him alive, for in the instant the door opened a clawed hand grabbed him. He was held in place while another such appendage came down upon his head, with a sickening sound of breaking bone and tearing skin his head was ripped off. Blood sprayed our walls red the stink of iron all around us, I clung to my brother as we both screamed with eyes wide in terror. The demoness entered in to our house and mother stood in front of us her arms open in defence, the creature pretty as she was had her looks ruined by her cruel smile. I remember the blackness that surrounded her like a thousand snakes each with a hissing head, they coiled around her whole form like a black guard a hissing army. Mother did not stand a chance in the same way as father she had her life torn from her, we were alone now silently staring up at our destroyer whose hands dripped our parents blood down on us. While she licked the blood off herself becoming distracted with its sweet bitter taste, my twin and I got up and ran for our lives.
Behind us we heard a shriek so terrible it cut us to the bone, looking back just once we saw our house burst in to flame. From the burning wreckage she that demoness walked casually from it, her eyes glowing red and her fangs bloodied she was coming after us. No matter how hard we ran were only young and small, she was not that far behind us and gaining with each minute. We found a sewer pipe that we crawled in to, to hide from her and perhaps be spared from death. It stank the smell was prutrid, dirty slimey water dripped steadily on our clothes. We huddled together shaking, terrified out of our wits as the demoness reached us but did nothing. She could not get in to the pipe so she waited, but her attention span was short and thus it was our saviour when finally she wandered off.
Crawling back out of the pipe stinking of sewage we knew we were alone, two children with no family two orphaned brats. Holding hands we walked and walked not caring where we went, we found a city much bigger than the town we were used to. Looking at one another we were determined to live, mother taught us to live each day to the full. We were thankful to be alive. Together we walked on to the city streets, together we would find a way to survive....
I woke...
Trembling I brushed my hair out of my eyes, I found myself to be covered in a cold sweat. Nightmares had always been a problem since my first torture, these were more real seeming after I sang those words...
And a voice says "Remember what your mother taught you". Then I recall that's what the fortune cookie Lorne read to me had said.
Lulz of the day:
Janvier Redgrave is not dancing, he is stepping on cockroaches in a stylish fashion.
Sunday, 25 May 2008
Contemplation
In the days that I hide from the city I slumber, to regain energy and to ponder on many a thing. Such a time as now is no different from the times before, I let my mind wonder in its dream like state as I lay curled in the depths of the Pit.
My mind plays tricks on me I swear it does, I have nightmares every time I sleep. The burning fire that wrecked my house, silent screams of my parents as they got murdered, the laughter of the demoness that now seems to mock me for what I am. If that isn't enough there is the things the Pack did to me, I re-live the two nights and day I was held captive by them. Sometimes I wonder why I sleep at all, but the visions remind me I have to be strong and my hate is my resolve.
For the people who wish that old me to return... forget it. There is no way I will fucking ever return to that weak willed creature, I am strong much more so than I used to be and as I say I like this darker me. You can tell me all you want that the darker side of life doesn't appeal to you, I won't believe you the curiousity of it is there you're just too scared to take the first step.
I hope to wake soon from this slumber and once more spread chaos over the city, if I ever doubt myself or feel weak there is my family who will renew my strength. I wonder if my brother Partak would disapprove of who I am... Somehow I don't even care.
Tomorrow I awaken... I can feel it.
Lulz of the day:
Blueray Darkes: He told me not to take it so personally, he beat me over the head with my own god damn leg. You can't get any more personal than that!
My mind plays tricks on me I swear it does, I have nightmares every time I sleep. The burning fire that wrecked my house, silent screams of my parents as they got murdered, the laughter of the demoness that now seems to mock me for what I am. If that isn't enough there is the things the Pack did to me, I re-live the two nights and day I was held captive by them. Sometimes I wonder why I sleep at all, but the visions remind me I have to be strong and my hate is my resolve.
For the people who wish that old me to return... forget it. There is no way I will fucking ever return to that weak willed creature, I am strong much more so than I used to be and as I say I like this darker me. You can tell me all you want that the darker side of life doesn't appeal to you, I won't believe you the curiousity of it is there you're just too scared to take the first step.
I hope to wake soon from this slumber and once more spread chaos over the city, if I ever doubt myself or feel weak there is my family who will renew my strength. I wonder if my brother Partak would disapprove of who I am... Somehow I don't even care.
Tomorrow I awaken... I can feel it.
Lulz of the day:
Blueray Darkes: He told me not to take it so personally, he beat me over the head with my own god damn leg. You can't get any more personal than that!
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