(OOC Note: Storyline open for those that have been welcomed to visit the Library of Dark Lore. If you've received a card or a vocal invitation to visit the Library then feel free to post )
She if anything avoided much of the grounds of Dark Lore castle. Named caretaker and keeper now of the castle as the owner, the Mistress of Twilight herself, Seirian Caradoc had provided ownership of the castle to the dark sister. She cared for none of it save for the library.
It was strange that the beautiful creature of Twilight would give Saga such a gift. After all the library of Dark Lore was hers...and only hers. She had existed longer then even the Twilight mistress had and the writings in the room... the detailed scrolls and elegant penmanship she knew as easily as the canvas of a lover's flesh. The writings were her own.
So many names so many titles had she gone through in her life... it only seemed appropriate that now she would be named Saga. Witch. Legacy. Story writer. She rarely offered the remainder of her name because it meant nothing to her, a mere clan name.
Words twisted on her tongue, rolling out as smoke and silk to caress the air past her lips, the bone hilt of hip resting against the corner of a book shelf as oil slick eyes settled their dark pools on the glistening jar in the midst of the room. Clandestine and her calling. Untouchable to all save her.
The smile twisted on her lips, razor blade sharp at the contours of her lips. Gaze dangerous while strange colors would dance in those dark pools. An interesting turn of events for the one created as Beautiful Evil. They all had come from some where. All forged in one destiny or another.
Teeth gritted a crashing lightning line of ivory as she oil slick eyes shut. Silver adorned fingers curling and tearing at snow and soot mane. When her eyes opened they were polished opal. Blind save for the vision that she saw. Seer. Oracle.
Scars went like rivers on a body that was a continent of flesh. Her fingers traced patterns, smoothed lines of age... the feral promise as nails dragged and learned bird bone fragility. Tongue tracing old scars that once had burned. Scorched ruins of the earth. "I will save you from your pain... free you from this torture." Her words a promise, venom and bliss. There was a danger in a freedom to take them both...
Eyes stared, wide open to the ceiling as the darkness devoured the crystalline light of her blind eyes. Oil slicks surrounding for strange colors to glimmer in dark pools. A coil of body as the pain lanced through her, nails clawing at her sides to save from the mind numbing pain of those visions. So much stronger...
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She if anything avoided much of the grounds of Dark Lore castle. Named caretaker and keeper now of the castle as the owner, the Mistress of Twilight herself, Seirian Caradoc had provided ownership of the castle to the dark sister. She cared for none of it save for the library.
It was strange that the beautiful creature of Twilight would give Saga such a gift. After all the library of Dark Lore was hers...and only hers. She had existed longer then even the Twilight mistress had and the writings in the room... the detailed scrolls and elegant penmanship she knew as easily as the canvas of a lover's flesh. The writings were her own.
So many names so many titles had she gone through in her life... it only seemed appropriate that now she would be named Saga. Witch. Legacy. Story writer. She rarely offered the remainder of her name because it meant nothing to her, a mere clan name.
Words twisted on her tongue, rolling out as smoke and silk to caress the air past her lips, the bone hilt of hip resting against the corner of a book shelf as oil slick eyes settled their dark pools on the glistening jar in the midst of the room. Clandestine and her calling. Untouchable to all save her.
The smile twisted on her lips, razor blade sharp at the contours of her lips. Gaze dangerous while strange colors would dance in those dark pools. An interesting turn of events for the one created as Beautiful Evil. They all had come from some where. All forged in one destiny or another.
Teeth gritted a crashing lightning line of ivory as she oil slick eyes shut. Silver adorned fingers curling and tearing at snow and soot mane. When her eyes opened they were polished opal. Blind save for the vision that she saw. Seer. Oracle.
Scars went like rivers on a body that was a continent of flesh. Her fingers traced patterns, smoothed lines of age... the feral promise as nails dragged and learned bird bone fragility. Tongue tracing old scars that once had burned. Scorched ruins of the earth. "I will save you from your pain... free you from this torture." Her words a promise, venom and bliss. There was a danger in a freedom to take them both...
Eyes stared, wide open to the ceiling as the darkness devoured the crystalline light of her blind eyes. Oil slicks surrounding for strange colors to glimmer in dark pools. A coil of body as the pain lanced through her, nails clawing at her sides to save from the mind numbing pain of those visions. So much stronger...
http://www.dark-silence.net/gallery/Zufa%20Portrait1.jpg