Topic: Midnight Sun: Dark Eclipse

Bashara

Date: 2009-09-18 21:04 EST
It was a dust storm that stirred the room, whipped through her dreams and crossed them over into nightmares and memories.

She felt naked without it. The collar.

Yet she felt stronger. This was how she was meant to be. The Sphinx.

Unleashed. Unbound. Untamed.

In the shatter illusion of broken mirages she saw them all. Personified and Idolized.

The Rain Dancer - Her Midnight Tear.

The Raven - Dark Feather at her Soul.

The Hunter - Black Silk at her flesh.

Rex - Lion claiming heart

The Nameless One- Whisper at her mind

The Hypnotist - Spark in the spirit.

They all claimed her heart, spirit, her body in one form or fashion. The Sphinx would understand then that if a heart broke it might shatter into a thousand pieces left to scatter and drift on a desert wind.

Some would capture those pieces and hold them. Claim them.

She would not be the same. All of them held her... and she would hold them in return.

Beloveds claimed.

Bashara

Date: 2009-09-21 07:09 EST
In the Night she was a shadow, a streak of darkness, a vision in the Shadow Lands.

Dark pit of the Shadow Lands consumed her spirit when it came to Ghost Town and the claim of her spirit. The Sphinx had been stirred, awakened by the passion of the Rain Dancer, the words of the Rex. Unbound from the collar there was a distance to her eyes, molten golds held the secrets of antiquity.

Savage knowledge. The land was haunted. Old Memories. If she closed her eyes she would see it all there. Those that had tresspassed in mind and in soul, taken of body known of sin that was not reprimanded but welcomed.

Ba'shara held no regrets. After all that was said and done the choices had been made. Parts of herself and other souls left behind. To break the bond of a Rain Dancer to a hypnotist.

What was love if not for a hypnotic addiction? Give of the heart, take of the soul.

The Sun was rising. Head lifted, desert paint glistened at the first kiss of light. Molten golds opened and she welcomed that heat. It would claim her again.

Bashara

Date: 2009-10-24 08:18 EST
In this moment eternity.

Antiquitys dream found and sought as the egyptian found early morning light upon her naked flesh.

Had the riddles of a Sphinx led her astray? Wander lust prone. Her steps had left her far from Ghost Town.

Far from the Marketplace and the Red Dragon Inn. Away from the Southern Glen.

Taking her from the memories to mirages.

There was a pristine bittersweet quality to the change. If she closed her eyes she saw glimpses of memories.

A quiet moment with a raven at her side. The one that spoke to her soul like a lost ribbon in life.

Intimate close of distance between a Hunter and her. His fingers pressing to the bark of the tree her back was presssed to. Quiet words in those moments that predestined a kiss.

The Rex in her arms.

Hypnotic draw and pull towards the Rain Dancer in a heated dark night.

Guardian in the desert heat.

Desert flower born again in full bloom. Midnight Sun dawning.

Standing on the outskirts of Ghost Town the Egyptian smiled, basking in autumn heat like she was home.

She was.

Home.

Bashara

Date: 2009-10-26 20:54 EST
Destiny written on a horizon. The mask of Bast rested upon the black river of hair. She was watching the sunset. Pouring down its rays like heat on her gold painted flesh.

Goldmine.

Enigma.

Sphinx.

The names she had been called as seemed wrought with whispers of antiquity. Dreams forged.

Something of her soul felt separated. There was once a wish to find herself, was that not the reason she went away?

Now here she was. Ready to hide behind a mask.

A sound in the night. Dark winged carrion cry.

Her soul felt it was screaming with the pain. A raven's torment.

Omen birds.

They could cross that thin veil of the spirit. Of life and death.

Could that veil part for destiny? For spirits kindled as kindred. Mates of the soul.

Sworn hearts. Sands of Time seemed to spill fragile grains.

If this life was held in an hourglass, surely she felt every single grain passing through her heart.

Significant.

She yearned.

Never understanding why the tears spilled down her cheeks as she hugged her knees.

Watching the sunset and the blue of the sky fade to darkness.

Lost in the torment of that darkness, swallowed whole in shadows the sun and the blue beauty of the sky...

She would mourn for what was lost. What could not be found.

The same thing she was ever searching for. Time and time again.

Without reward.

Tonight would be different. A silent prayer.

The mask slipped on over molten gold eyes.

Masquerade.

Hiding face so the world would never find her. Yet she wanted to be seen.

Wanted the sun to rise from the shadows and find something more true.

Something so Blue.

Bashara

Date: 2009-11-01 06:41 EST
Desert wrought.

Heat claimed.

Restless in the thick of night. There was no sleep to praise her. To claim her.

Within her soul, trickling through the heat of her had come the cold. A kiss of frost from lands she knew nothing of.

Like a sun drawn to sky, heat would be drawn to cold.

Distance.

It could be miles or just a touch away.

Her restlessness had led her again. Soul rampant finally would she find a handful of hours to submit to sleep within the Inn.

Before the hearth she had found her comfort... and the Guardian had found her there.

Looked after her. Took care of her.

The desert imprint of her words had been a smoldering confession.

She remembered everything.

Knowing now that he blamed himself.

Was this the reasoning why sometimes his protection felt like reluctant regrets?

Who could love a Harem Harlot.

Who would remain...

Bashara

Date: 2009-11-14 16:11 EST
The sun could be devoured in darkness.

Shadow wraiths and Ill-begot dreams.

Mares of the Night.

The panther hunted a lonely dark path.

Hunger never sated.

Confessions of love. Adoration. Binding together.

A unity.

The Heart easily could be broken.

The Sphinx feared the hour.

The hour when unleashed could mean breaking the Rain Dancer's heart. Tear a fierce savage wound into the soul.

There would be no breaking.

It could not be the way.

Night savage.

The beast snarled out a roar in the night.

Soul ripping sound.

Torn apart by that night

It was not her place to get between. Amongst the violence she was a constant balance.

The weight of the scales.

Could your soul be lighter then feathers?

Ba'shara wondered as the beast became woman and she wandered naked in the shadows and moonlight if perhaps her soul was tipping the scales.

The weight of the world on her shoulders.

She would not break a Rain Dancer.

Or the rest. All ensnared. Trapped in this museum where they were all nothing more then time pieces.

Bound by Love.

Bashara

Date: 2009-12-29 20:53 EST
A shine of gold awakened her. Glittering starlight in eyes.

Cat's eye.

She searched for the darkness, expected the Nameless or perhaps even the Hypnotist crouched beside her.

The copper taint, sweet cloying smell.

Blood.

Hers and Not hers.

Desert painted fingers stretched and flexed. Testing life born again. The Sphinx would have more then nine lives... but sometimes it was best to test the limits to assure if one had transpired.

If the Egyptian was no more the wise perhaps death would have been the first thought.

Awakening in a cemetary filled with gravestones of those unfamiliar might leave one to believe so.

The white dress and gold cords splattered with blood stained to a new hue of crimson and fire.

Breath drawn in. Breath of Life.

Life.

Her fingers splayed over her abdomen. Blood stained fingers.

Life giving womb.

Molten sun depths shifted, moved over headstones and saw not the names of strangers but of friends, beloved.

Another blink of eyes into focus and the names were those of strangers again.

The dusting of snow in shadows at her flesh were mistaken for feathers. Dark as the Blackest Night.

Then snow again.

The Egyptian felt bewitched and wounded and yet she managed to find a way to her knees and finally to stand again.

Dark born mysteries were a velvet stain in her eyes as she looked around.

Leaving the cemetary with the touch of grey in her memory. Sweet indulgence.

Blood and Darkness.

The Nameless and the Hypnotist seemed so long gone, but yet it seemed with their distance... they had taken the rest of them along... Leaving her.

On her own.

Bashara

Date: 2010-01-14 21:39 EST
She had lost everything.

A Goldmine buried in the pain coveted.

Were there whispers in her head of the Rain Dancer calling her back home.

Was it forgiveness or was it damnation?

Molten golds rose to the night, the pale circle of a swollen moon.

In the cold she never would freeze. Still she'd tremble in its touch.

The black silk was drawn intimately against her skin. Drawn so close to her form like a long lost lover's final touch to permanently claim her memories.

Such a sensation soothed her, warmed her, even as it brought her to tears that no one would ever see.

Dark tokens like blessings and damnation in her hands.

Black feathers.

Her fingers uncurled.

Willing herself to let them go... but the feathers remained.

As if unwilling to part.

Bound.

So Bound.

When the cup ran over with soul affections would it leave the spirit empty?

Loved in secret.

Left alone and solitaire on the dark road.

Where the Nameless cried out in a seductive whisper...

It was becoming harder to deny that call.

Fingers dug into the silk,near as claws.

The Duality awakened and mated was stretching within her soul.

Wanting. Needing. Craving...

Oh to feel alive...

Bashara

Date: 2010-04-01 17:22 EST
Her hands worked circles of motion around a memory.

That old rehearsed reminder of the black collar and the gold inscription.

It left her to wonder, on the scales would your soul be light as a feather?

Would her soul be barely more then a grain of sand.

Out in Ghost Town the Egyptian sat in the middle of the crossroads, watching the sun fall to its nightly death.

Sinking low.

Round and round her fingers worked on the smooth metal. Feeling and remembering.

Even freed the soul could be caged.

Ensnared.

Moving on was not so easy.

She couldn't stray from the way of Blue.

The Blue that the Sun was ever drawn toward.

Like the Sky. The Ocean.

Water and Fire.

Midnight and Light.

So many shades of blue.

A Rain Dancer. A Rex.

A Hunter. A Raven.

Her thumb stroked the inscription. Gone was the Gunslinger. Gone was the Guardian.

Others drawn to were no longer known, no longer found.

Her spirit was as desolate and empty as Ghost Town...

and nothing of it mattered.

She would continue on as she always had, her secrets held inside.

Bashara

Date: 2010-04-30 08:15 EST
Haunted.

The memories stirred through her as she woke in the brilliance of morning light.

She had been dreaming of Madison.

Her Rain Dancer.

How long had it been since she had last seen her?

It was always known that the gunslinger would wander,

Would likely not remain...

Still she wondered over some soft token from the Rain Dancer.

The Egyptian wondered how she was.

Where she was.

Was she safe?

Ba'shara rose to greet the sun.

Standing watch over Ghost Town.

Near it's silent guardian and protector until the Rain Dancer returned.

The Egyptian would wait.

Painted in the glisten of morning gold in that moment... she remembered

What it was to belong.