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Shio · November 19, 2006, 07:13 AM

Fourth Cycle of Pontius
Twenty-Fifth Candlemark in the Darkening of Solaria
The Winter of Era I of the Celestine Mandate

The Forest of Light loomed before her, menacing in it blood-red bark, its coniferous needles as sharp as the spikes she held in her hand. Shio breathed deeply of the magic that infiltrated the air, the vaguely druidic, that necromantic essence that plagued her troubled mind. It would be all but impossible to concentrate here, and yet... Yet, the wickedness of the place, the deep rejection that it felt within its twisted heart, resonated with her in a way that nature never had, in a way that, perhaps, it never again would.

Inhale.

A sense of calm, of frenzy passed through her petite body with each breath, the conflicting emotions sending each digit, each limb into a restless state of agitation. Nall had to get away from the sweltering building in which she had been training... No, more like she had to get away from the constant, sensual presence of her weapons Mistriss. It was too much, at times, for the undeveloped child, for one, though not exactly innocent, unready for the perils of romance. Of bondage. Whatever she had gotten herself into, at least.

The metallic throwing spike thudded deeply into its wooden target, almost before the sound could even register in her sensitive ears. Deep, a crushing blow, just as the one she had delivered to the prone man... Her first kill. Shio shuddered, taking another three spikes from her belt purse and throwing them in rapid succession; overhand, underhand, sideways. Straight and twirling, fast and slow, the patterns changed with each flucuation of her painful headache.

A star pattern, the symbol of the heavens... The place to which a sinner such as herself would never be able to go. The young Kitrye'veresi, for she still held onto her name, no matter what she told her Mistress, frowned with dissatisfaction.

Thunk.

Her last spike landed in the epicenter of the star, breath coming heavily, a delicate sheen forming on her childlike brow. It would take a while to get used to this exercise... Hence her being in this infernal, this ethereal place... This land that threatened to consume her soul.

[[ooc: just a practice thread, though some PC interaction would be nice ^_^ I don't want this to drag on forever, so if you post pretty quickly, you're likely welcome to join.]]

November 19, 2006, 07:13 AM	#1 (permalink)
Shio Retired Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Vortex Posts: 278	My Secret Garden~ Fourth Cycle of Pontius Twenty-Fifth Candlemark in the Darkening of Solaria The Winter of Era I of the Celestine Mandate The Forest of Light loomed before her, menacing in it blood-red bark, its coniferous needles as sharp as the spikes she held in her hand. Shio breathed deeply of the magic that infiltrated the air, the vaguely druidic, that necromantic* essence that plagued her troubled mind. It would be all but impossible to concentrate here, and yet... Yet, the wickedness of the place, the deep rejection that it felt within its twisted heart, resonated with her in a way that nature never had, in a way that, perhaps, it never again would. Inhale. A sense of calm, of frenzy passed through her petite body with each breath, the conflicting emotions sending each digit, each limb into a restless state of agitation. Nall had to get away from the sweltering building in which she had been training... No, more like she had to get away from the constant, sensual presence of her weapons Mistriss. It was too much, at times, for the undeveloped child, for one, though not exactly innocent, unready for the perils of romance. Of bondage. Whatever she had gotten herself into, at least. The metallic throwing spike thudded deeply into its wooden target, almost before the sound could even register in her sensitive ears. Deep, a crushing blow, just as the one she had delivered to the prone man... Her first kill. Shio shuddered, taking another three spikes from her belt purse and throwing them in rapid succession; overhand, underhand, sideways. Straight and twirling, fast and slow, the patterns changed with each flucuation of her painful headache. A star pattern, the symbol of the heavens... The place to which a sinner such as herself would never be able to go. The young Kitrye'veresi, for she still held onto her name, no matter what she told her Mistress, frowned with dissatisfaction. Thunk. Her last spike landed in the epicenter of the star, breath coming heavily, a delicate sheen forming on her childlike brow. It would take a while to get used to this exercise... Hence her being in this infernal, this ethereal place... This land that threatened to consume her soul. [[ooc: just a practice thread, though some PC interaction would be nice ^_^ I don't want this to drag on forever, so if you post pretty quickly, you're likely welcome to join.]]