Post by Kesterel on Jan 24, 2006 8:53:48 GMT -5
A single clear pale violet eye snapped open at the sound of a voice, staring out without a trace of the haziness of sleep that normal beings experienced upon waking; but then, this wasn't exactly a normal being. Her hair was pale blonde, platinum almost but less in shade, the kind of hair that only preschoolers usually have, the colour of moonlight and sunlight woven together. It hung down to the middle of her back, straight and shining, even in the gloom of the woods, surrounding her with a pale glowing golden aura. She rose from her recline, tall and slender, a beam of light in a room of darkness, and stared with flawless violet clarity into the gloaming night. Her face was proud and somewhat disdainful, particularly when thinking of those much-despised creatures she dwelt with - the castle was no place for a creature such as she. On her feet she towered over her fellow residents, but then all Nephilim were tall. Even barefoot she reached a healthy six foot ten, her spine never less than back-board straight, her feminine shoulders showing no signs of hunching. Every muscle in her perfect body was toned, and the curves of her breast and hips drew the eyes in a almost hypnotic way. Among the nosferatu, the rats, up at the castle, she looked even more stunning, a glorious queen in a sty full of pigs. In the forest though, she looked like some goddess of the sun who had found herself momentarily grounded. And that wasn't exactly far off the truth, either.
She leapt from her forest perch high in the tree, landing softly in bare feet on the pine needle-strewn floor. Pulling herself up to her full height, she looked around her impassively, searching for the source of the sound that had awoken her. She moved with a cat-like grace, muscles rippling under her loose cream coloured clothing - which was only a shade or two lighter than her own natural pallor - in the most satisfying way. Every movement betrayed her lack of humanity, she moved like a wild thing, a predator.
But what had made that noise? Who did the rousing voice belong to?
She leapt from her forest perch high in the tree, landing softly in bare feet on the pine needle-strewn floor. Pulling herself up to her full height, she looked around her impassively, searching for the source of the sound that had awoken her. She moved with a cat-like grace, muscles rippling under her loose cream coloured clothing - which was only a shade or two lighter than her own natural pallor - in the most satisfying way. Every movement betrayed her lack of humanity, she moved like a wild thing, a predator.
But what had made that noise? Who did the rousing voice belong to?