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concoursec2012-07-26 07:42 pm
9tailedtemptress) wrote in concoursec2012-07-26 07:42 pm
Idle Thoughts are as dangerous as any weapon in the right hands. [Open]
Characters: Ahri + any poor soul that encounters her
Location: Near her 'Den' (Room), all over the Garden and the surrounding forests and villages while she hunts
Rating: PG 13+? Could go higher when it comes to Ahri
Open/Closed/Finished: Open!
Summary: Ahri struggles with the lack of things to keep her thoughts at bay. Is a bit unstable at the moment.
The Garden's outdoor areas had slowly begun to become obscured as time went by. Soon enough, flickering lights began peppering the once dark areas with faint, ghostly lights, making the shadows scatter this way and that way. From afar, it almost seemed as if a small summertime breeze had picked up fallen leaves and strewn them about in an ominous petal dance.
And yet there was no colorful display, no comforting feeling, no notion of the parting winter and the prospect of the wonders of a passing spring, the coming of the maple, reds, yellows and warm colors of the coming fall...
There was no skulk to play into, there was no sound of any kits enjoying their first glance at the sunbeams that danced through the verdant canopy once more...
And yet, these memories seemed even more distant than before, a life past, almost surreal... What had happened? Her kin... no, not anymore. But was she a human? No, or ever would be... She was a creature of magic, a creature of legend... A creature enveloped in secrecy and mysticism. The more time she spent learning and being more human-like, the more she yearned for an answer.
What was she? Not one nor the other, and yet uniqueness was its own solitary cell. The confined reaches of the mind pressing into every doubt that surfaced at any moment the mind was left to wander.
It was due to this lack of entertainment that the vixen made to leave her 'den', silently and effortlessly stalking the shadows. The beating of her heart slowed, her breathing slowed to a trickle, her predatory instincts taking precedence in this moment of despair. Golden eyes shifted this way and that, like small suns seeking a life to burn in it's ever-enveloping warmth.
For a few moments it felt as if time stood still and any presence that came to notice of the huntress would soon feel a pleasant itch as the vixen drained their very essence. Was she still in her right mind enough to not drain them completely? Yes. The victims would only feel the thrill of being wanted, almost in ecstasy even as the predator made her way out of the shadows with a cunning smile.
Do you run? Or do you stay in the warm embrace of those honey laden eyes that pierce your very soul?
Location: Near her 'Den' (Room), all over the Garden and the surrounding forests and villages while she hunts
Rating: PG 13+? Could go higher when it comes to Ahri
Open/Closed/Finished: Open!
Summary: Ahri struggles with the lack of things to keep her thoughts at bay. Is a bit unstable at the moment.
The Garden's outdoor areas had slowly begun to become obscured as time went by. Soon enough, flickering lights began peppering the once dark areas with faint, ghostly lights, making the shadows scatter this way and that way. From afar, it almost seemed as if a small summertime breeze had picked up fallen leaves and strewn them about in an ominous petal dance.
And yet there was no colorful display, no comforting feeling, no notion of the parting winter and the prospect of the wonders of a passing spring, the coming of the maple, reds, yellows and warm colors of the coming fall...
There was no skulk to play into, there was no sound of any kits enjoying their first glance at the sunbeams that danced through the verdant canopy once more...
And yet, these memories seemed even more distant than before, a life past, almost surreal... What had happened? Her kin... no, not anymore. But was she a human? No, or ever would be... She was a creature of magic, a creature of legend... A creature enveloped in secrecy and mysticism. The more time she spent learning and being more human-like, the more she yearned for an answer.
What was she? Not one nor the other, and yet uniqueness was its own solitary cell. The confined reaches of the mind pressing into every doubt that surfaced at any moment the mind was left to wander.
It was due to this lack of entertainment that the vixen made to leave her 'den', silently and effortlessly stalking the shadows. The beating of her heart slowed, her breathing slowed to a trickle, her predatory instincts taking precedence in this moment of despair. Golden eyes shifted this way and that, like small suns seeking a life to burn in it's ever-enveloping warmth.
For a few moments it felt as if time stood still and any presence that came to notice of the huntress would soon feel a pleasant itch as the vixen drained their very essence. Was she still in her right mind enough to not drain them completely? Yes. The victims would only feel the thrill of being wanted, almost in ecstasy even as the predator made her way out of the shadows with a cunning smile.
Do you run? Or do you stay in the warm embrace of those honey laden eyes that pierce your very soul?
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"Mayhaps our next meeting will be... more pleasant."
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