Post by Cherise on May 30, 2004 22:40:36 GMT -5
:: The succubus had been lying upon her bed, having fallen into a temporary slumber, as the day had been hard and the night weary. With hours of rocking upon a ship, and a few more of insane, maniacal fighting, it was evident that the succubus had been worn out past comprehension.
However, there was something rather disturbing, for as she slumbered, she did not appear recognizable. Infamous threads of rouge had deepened to a soot black, and though her eyelids covered them at the moment, those aureate hues? They were now a lively, spirited green. Her jawbone was sharp, and cheekbones were visible through the flesh on her cheeks, giving her an air of something exotic, and partially haughty as well, so to speak. Her body, though lithe as usual, seemed elongated, and though usually short, it could be assumed that she was rather tall by all means.
But peaceful slumber was soon disturbed by something. Something unseen. Something that radiated an awkward aura, nothing to fear, but rather, perhaps something to respect. It was tangible, and it was overwhelming, to be sure. And this bizarre force enveloped the sleeping demon. With the feeling of being constricted, those eyes opened immediately, revealing irises of emerald, wide with panic and wild with fear. From the bed, her back would arch into the air, as a startled cat's might. However, from the arching, the ripping of silken material could be heard. As the several layers of skin began to rip, a hoarse scream was stifled as her face burrowed into a pillow, and from the severed thickness of flesh broke sable wings, bent, folded, and coated in an excessively sticky substance (and exuding a sheer grotesque factor).
With the newly arrived appendages of flight, and trickles of blood about the skin that was revealed, and dark stains in her robe of lavender, the succubus raised her head from the pillow. The talons were elongated so much to the point that simple movement was tearing the bedspread to pieces, and a few feathers from her pillow floated serenely about the room, in contrast to the startling events taking place.
The creature that had unfolded from its diminishing cocoon was, no doubt, strikingly opulent, exotic, beautiful, and sumptuous, but not of this Earth, or even of this realm, so to speak.
And there was silence. Silence holding her room in captivation, and only being broken by her starved breaths for air, painful panting reverberating off of the walls. Within her head, absolute turmoil was wreaking havoc. A few streaks of sweat rolled down a flushed countenance, before she raised her hand to wipe it, only to realize that her arm was transparent. And, a nauseating feeling overwhelmed her as she slowly scrutinized her body, realizing that the bedspread beneath her was visible through her flesh and bone.
A rapid succession of actions then unfolded, legs kicking so quickly that the sweat soaked blanket beneath her flew off of the bed and landed upon the hardwood floor. Shaky upon her footing, she somehow managed to get to her vanity, and she was shaking so violently that trembling hands sent bottles and papers sprawling to the floor, creating a clamor of noise.
Miraculously, she gripped a quill within a transparent hand, and sprawled a simple message upon a ripped piece of parchment. Eyes stinging with tears created by the immense pain and sweat streaking into her eyes, she dropped the quill, or perhaps, the quill slipped right through her transparent grasp. She was only doubled over for so long, before the windows were flooded with shocking amounts of alabaster light, blinding from the sheer intensity, and every shadow in the room was driven with the burst of translucent beauty.
As the lights dimmed, it was evident that Cherise was no longer within the room, or the castle, for that matter. The window was now open, and through the opening brushed a light breeze, sweeping the piece of parchment to the floor. With simple wording, it read:
" Went back home for a visit.
Love, Cher. "
[[ ^^ Kind of my explanation for a short LoA, about a week or so, as finals approach. ]]
However, there was something rather disturbing, for as she slumbered, she did not appear recognizable. Infamous threads of rouge had deepened to a soot black, and though her eyelids covered them at the moment, those aureate hues? They were now a lively, spirited green. Her jawbone was sharp, and cheekbones were visible through the flesh on her cheeks, giving her an air of something exotic, and partially haughty as well, so to speak. Her body, though lithe as usual, seemed elongated, and though usually short, it could be assumed that she was rather tall by all means.
But peaceful slumber was soon disturbed by something. Something unseen. Something that radiated an awkward aura, nothing to fear, but rather, perhaps something to respect. It was tangible, and it was overwhelming, to be sure. And this bizarre force enveloped the sleeping demon. With the feeling of being constricted, those eyes opened immediately, revealing irises of emerald, wide with panic and wild with fear. From the bed, her back would arch into the air, as a startled cat's might. However, from the arching, the ripping of silken material could be heard. As the several layers of skin began to rip, a hoarse scream was stifled as her face burrowed into a pillow, and from the severed thickness of flesh broke sable wings, bent, folded, and coated in an excessively sticky substance (and exuding a sheer grotesque factor).
With the newly arrived appendages of flight, and trickles of blood about the skin that was revealed, and dark stains in her robe of lavender, the succubus raised her head from the pillow. The talons were elongated so much to the point that simple movement was tearing the bedspread to pieces, and a few feathers from her pillow floated serenely about the room, in contrast to the startling events taking place.
The creature that had unfolded from its diminishing cocoon was, no doubt, strikingly opulent, exotic, beautiful, and sumptuous, but not of this Earth, or even of this realm, so to speak.
And there was silence. Silence holding her room in captivation, and only being broken by her starved breaths for air, painful panting reverberating off of the walls. Within her head, absolute turmoil was wreaking havoc. A few streaks of sweat rolled down a flushed countenance, before she raised her hand to wipe it, only to realize that her arm was transparent. And, a nauseating feeling overwhelmed her as she slowly scrutinized her body, realizing that the bedspread beneath her was visible through her flesh and bone.
A rapid succession of actions then unfolded, legs kicking so quickly that the sweat soaked blanket beneath her flew off of the bed and landed upon the hardwood floor. Shaky upon her footing, she somehow managed to get to her vanity, and she was shaking so violently that trembling hands sent bottles and papers sprawling to the floor, creating a clamor of noise.
Miraculously, she gripped a quill within a transparent hand, and sprawled a simple message upon a ripped piece of parchment. Eyes stinging with tears created by the immense pain and sweat streaking into her eyes, she dropped the quill, or perhaps, the quill slipped right through her transparent grasp. She was only doubled over for so long, before the windows were flooded with shocking amounts of alabaster light, blinding from the sheer intensity, and every shadow in the room was driven with the burst of translucent beauty.
As the lights dimmed, it was evident that Cherise was no longer within the room, or the castle, for that matter. The window was now open, and through the opening brushed a light breeze, sweeping the piece of parchment to the floor. With simple wording, it read:
" Went back home for a visit.
Love, Cher. "
[[ ^^ Kind of my explanation for a short LoA, about a week or so, as finals approach. ]]