Post by Ankea Ruusu on Oct 21, 2007 13:31:42 GMT -5
† Syanidi Aurinko †
Cyanide Sun
Late evening, that time when the sun's rays begin to die behind the surface of the horizon. But this evening there was an eerie glow do to the unusual clouds that laid in a layer that was neither thick nor thin. Fenrir's Wood and the surrounding area seemed to be even more eerie; the sky aglow in a gray, dingy orange with dashes of blood red.
A bone chilling breeze whipped through the branches of the trees on the outer rim of the wood. The breeze seemed to carry whispers and mummers of the dark creatures one could find if they looked. A figure moved through the branches grabbing at her, threatening to tear her apart. She emerged from the edge of the wood with a black wicker basket on her arm. Her skin was pale like the moon, her hair black silk, her eyes mostly silver but with tints of a golden creme'. The girl was glad in a black dress that bore the tears to prove she was tangled in the branches of the wood. Her black mesh shawl wrapped around her shoulders.
Her bare feet took her to a table just a couple yards from the edge of the wood. She set the basket down and proceeded to take her seat. On the table was massive amounts of clay and sculpting tools for small jobs. Carefully she dumped the contents of the basket out, which happened to be the bones and skulls of small animals she had collected as well as twigs of all sizes.
'Darling Take Me Home To A Castle Made Of Skulls And Bones'
Ankea flattened out the clay she needed to become a base. Her finger delicately began to build a castle made from the bones and skulls she had collected. It took her nearly two hours but when it was done it looked marvelous and even had a working drawbridge made of bones over what would later become a moat that she had carved out of the base clay. With the help of a little bit of magic clue she formed the twigs she had gotten into dead trees around the castle.
'One Last Caress From The Corpse Of Love Is All I Want Underneath The Cyanide Sun'
She took small bits of the colored clay and began the sculp and build, making two figures out of the clay within an hour. She took the glue and stuck the two figures outside the castle. One was of a
corpse hand reaching up from the ground the other was a young girl bent down, her cheek being caressed by the corpse hand. With a little spell the clay dried and hardened so it wouldn't warp. Last but not least she poured a small jug of water into the moat and placed a piece of specially cut glass around it, keeping it in place with another spell.
Ankea held up the work of art and smiled. She loved sculpting or coloring the dark images that came to her head. With a satisfied sigh she placed her tools and left over tools in the black wicker basket she had used to collect the bones and twigs.
By now the sun was set and the stars filled the sky, a silver moon hanging in the endless black sky. Ankea was aware she should go inside but she couldn't bring herself to leave the darkness or beauty of the night. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, looking up at the moon.
Cyanide Sun
Late evening, that time when the sun's rays begin to die behind the surface of the horizon. But this evening there was an eerie glow do to the unusual clouds that laid in a layer that was neither thick nor thin. Fenrir's Wood and the surrounding area seemed to be even more eerie; the sky aglow in a gray, dingy orange with dashes of blood red.
A bone chilling breeze whipped through the branches of the trees on the outer rim of the wood. The breeze seemed to carry whispers and mummers of the dark creatures one could find if they looked. A figure moved through the branches grabbing at her, threatening to tear her apart. She emerged from the edge of the wood with a black wicker basket on her arm. Her skin was pale like the moon, her hair black silk, her eyes mostly silver but with tints of a golden creme'. The girl was glad in a black dress that bore the tears to prove she was tangled in the branches of the wood. Her black mesh shawl wrapped around her shoulders.
Her bare feet took her to a table just a couple yards from the edge of the wood. She set the basket down and proceeded to take her seat. On the table was massive amounts of clay and sculpting tools for small jobs. Carefully she dumped the contents of the basket out, which happened to be the bones and skulls of small animals she had collected as well as twigs of all sizes.
'Darling Take Me Home To A Castle Made Of Skulls And Bones'
Ankea flattened out the clay she needed to become a base. Her finger delicately began to build a castle made from the bones and skulls she had collected. It took her nearly two hours but when it was done it looked marvelous and even had a working drawbridge made of bones over what would later become a moat that she had carved out of the base clay. With the help of a little bit of magic clue she formed the twigs she had gotten into dead trees around the castle.
'One Last Caress From The Corpse Of Love Is All I Want Underneath The Cyanide Sun'
She took small bits of the colored clay and began the sculp and build, making two figures out of the clay within an hour. She took the glue and stuck the two figures outside the castle. One was of a
corpse hand reaching up from the ground the other was a young girl bent down, her cheek being caressed by the corpse hand. With a little spell the clay dried and hardened so it wouldn't warp. Last but not least she poured a small jug of water into the moat and placed a piece of specially cut glass around it, keeping it in place with another spell.
Ankea held up the work of art and smiled. She loved sculpting or coloring the dark images that came to her head. With a satisfied sigh she placed her tools and left over tools in the black wicker basket she had used to collect the bones and twigs.
By now the sun was set and the stars filled the sky, a silver moon hanging in the endless black sky. Ankea was aware she should go inside but she couldn't bring herself to leave the darkness or beauty of the night. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, looking up at the moon.