Post by Kraikken on Nov 18, 2005 13:00:35 GMT -5
It gazed along the palace walls with an ease that came naturally given the soft mood the room presented. Pastels in cool colors that blended nicely with the light filtering in from bubbled glass that was made for ornamentation rather then deficiency.
The pleasant scent of lavender oils mixed just lightly with the bite of a chemical sulfur, that It believed few but It could detect, from the burning incense hanging from the ceiling only served to increase the immersion of peaceful feelings.
It had become It's favorite room to occupy in the Palace, with or without knowledge or permission, for the simple sensual pleasures it gave while It's mind needed to drift away from unpleasant things.
Porcelain tea cups gingerly held in a taloned hand that seemed much to long for a much to long arm were inlaid around the brim with just the slightest touch of gold while the face was beautifully painted with small flowers as well as its matching serving wares and plates.
It savored the warm aroma of bluefence root before lifting the cup to its thin long lips to sip lightly. Ah... lightly flavored with honey, it melted across It's tongue. Such simple pleasure brought an easy bliss It only wished to be lost in for the moment.
Yet such peace lasted only so long, as the memories of the stone called it back with a mournful moan.
The red shroud of the Beast Kraikken flowed lazily in the air, light and dark encompassing it like a many tattered petal cast in an angled light around its center. The image flickered, becoming translucent as the Kraikken's large disk like eyes moved with the oval green scaled head to look on who intruded this peaceful moment. Only a breath of a moment, the image of this long vanished creature fading till nothing remained but the memory.
Yet those who saw it, in that room or those like it, was it a mistake, or did the Beasts eyes hold their reflection in them before it faded? If only the walls could tell tales.
Kraikken, The Beast
"I fear no king with a thousand men and all the riches of the world. I fear but a single man, with a sharp blade, and nothing left to loose."
The pleasant scent of lavender oils mixed just lightly with the bite of a chemical sulfur, that It believed few but It could detect, from the burning incense hanging from the ceiling only served to increase the immersion of peaceful feelings.
It had become It's favorite room to occupy in the Palace, with or without knowledge or permission, for the simple sensual pleasures it gave while It's mind needed to drift away from unpleasant things.
Porcelain tea cups gingerly held in a taloned hand that seemed much to long for a much to long arm were inlaid around the brim with just the slightest touch of gold while the face was beautifully painted with small flowers as well as its matching serving wares and plates.
It savored the warm aroma of bluefence root before lifting the cup to its thin long lips to sip lightly. Ah... lightly flavored with honey, it melted across It's tongue. Such simple pleasure brought an easy bliss It only wished to be lost in for the moment.
Yet such peace lasted only so long, as the memories of the stone called it back with a mournful moan.
The red shroud of the Beast Kraikken flowed lazily in the air, light and dark encompassing it like a many tattered petal cast in an angled light around its center. The image flickered, becoming translucent as the Kraikken's large disk like eyes moved with the oval green scaled head to look on who intruded this peaceful moment. Only a breath of a moment, the image of this long vanished creature fading till nothing remained but the memory.
Yet those who saw it, in that room or those like it, was it a mistake, or did the Beasts eyes hold their reflection in them before it faded? If only the walls could tell tales.
Kraikken, The Beast
"I fear no king with a thousand men and all the riches of the world. I fear but a single man, with a sharp blade, and nothing left to loose."
