Post by lyrix on Nov 22, 2010 15:47:08 GMT -5
So stood the Queen of the Damned, her crown held high beneath the forever weeping willows. Slyx was not really the Queen, of all things she was, she doubted shed ever be amything close to a Queen. Damned she may be, cursed to an existence alone and without prosperity. Or so she had thought. Nefendus was her new home, and while she hadnt spoken her past, she had been accepted.... even without a name... accepted.
The alpha had said she felt a need to accept Slyx, but the reasons why, even she did not know. One question was asked of her after her acceptance, and it was one not even Slyx herself knew the answer too. How had she managed to enter the lands, wwithout a follower to guide her. It had been a strange pull that tugged her heart in the right direction, following a rumor given to her by a voice in her head. Seek out Nefendus.... She remembered shadow gliding, fading in and out on a moonless night, not sure where the shadows began, and where they ended. Then... falling asleep, and wakingnext to a ravenous sea. Beging to claim her soul as it had done to so many others.
Now, she stood in a different land all together... the sun beaming high above, and the shadows clinging longingly to her pelt. At first it was only her eyes that were visible, then her bodice solidified. Like a ghost in a way... one could almost say that Shadow Gliders were ghosts, blessed with the ability to become whole. Much like ghosts, they were attracted to the shadows.
Even though Slyx would never admit it, she was quite possibly the unluckiest murder in history. Every wolf she had lain brutaly in their grave had managed to get her exiled... in some form or another. Even if she had managed to feed them to the shadows, no easy task mind you, they always seemed to come back and... haunt her. By all means, it wasnt as if she went out of her way to kill these wolves, less than half of them had killed themselves really, she just caught the blame for being there when it happened.... or discovering the body.... with the help of their souls of course. The others, the ones that met an untimely death, she had probable cause to kill. While she may have done it the most.... mutilatingly gory way, that was besides the point.
Neon eyes examined the terrain before slowly milking out to a foggy white. Her ghost sight made it impossible to ignore what was hidden to most. But it came with a fault, it was much harder to see the living when veiwing the Spiritual plain, and most times, it was involuntary.
A shady figure stood before her. translucent and black, red eyes glowing with an ethreal sort of light. blood oozed from its jaws, and seeped from the gapping hole upon his neck. the wound was a jagged tear, and the flesh hung limp from its opening. held on by a thin strand. It was gruesome, and her handywork. His face mimiced her own, a skull white mask in the shape of none other than a skull. Slevyn was a common occurence, a common haunting for her. in fact, her brother had been the first kill she had ever made.... and boy did he love to rub in the fact that her first rapist, still lived on. His genitles hung in tatters, where she had torn them off and fed them to him as he lye bleeding to death upon the ground.
Slyx was no pushover, and despite the mental scaring, she had been the one to come out on top. no pun intended. It was not to say that she held no scars from her many battles, most may have been mental, but the others lie hodden beneath her long pelt.
Slevyn bared his fangs, he had expressed more than once that their battpe was not over. she had killed four wolves in her time, the majority of them family... three wolveshad already died before she even got to them. yet all of them liked to insist upon vengence when she died. An early death, was just not an option for her. It was a shame really. Each wolf she had sent to an early grave had been rather evil to say the least. They had harmed her, or an innocent.... why did she have to get a backslap f4om killing the bad?
The alpha had said she felt a need to accept Slyx, but the reasons why, even she did not know. One question was asked of her after her acceptance, and it was one not even Slyx herself knew the answer too. How had she managed to enter the lands, wwithout a follower to guide her. It had been a strange pull that tugged her heart in the right direction, following a rumor given to her by a voice in her head. Seek out Nefendus.... She remembered shadow gliding, fading in and out on a moonless night, not sure where the shadows began, and where they ended. Then... falling asleep, and wakingnext to a ravenous sea. Beging to claim her soul as it had done to so many others.
Now, she stood in a different land all together... the sun beaming high above, and the shadows clinging longingly to her pelt. At first it was only her eyes that were visible, then her bodice solidified. Like a ghost in a way... one could almost say that Shadow Gliders were ghosts, blessed with the ability to become whole. Much like ghosts, they were attracted to the shadows.
Even though Slyx would never admit it, she was quite possibly the unluckiest murder in history. Every wolf she had lain brutaly in their grave had managed to get her exiled... in some form or another. Even if she had managed to feed them to the shadows, no easy task mind you, they always seemed to come back and... haunt her. By all means, it wasnt as if she went out of her way to kill these wolves, less than half of them had killed themselves really, she just caught the blame for being there when it happened.... or discovering the body.... with the help of their souls of course. The others, the ones that met an untimely death, she had probable cause to kill. While she may have done it the most.... mutilatingly gory way, that was besides the point.
Neon eyes examined the terrain before slowly milking out to a foggy white. Her ghost sight made it impossible to ignore what was hidden to most. But it came with a fault, it was much harder to see the living when veiwing the Spiritual plain, and most times, it was involuntary.
A shady figure stood before her. translucent and black, red eyes glowing with an ethreal sort of light. blood oozed from its jaws, and seeped from the gapping hole upon his neck. the wound was a jagged tear, and the flesh hung limp from its opening. held on by a thin strand. It was gruesome, and her handywork. His face mimiced her own, a skull white mask in the shape of none other than a skull. Slevyn was a common occurence, a common haunting for her. in fact, her brother had been the first kill she had ever made.... and boy did he love to rub in the fact that her first rapist, still lived on. His genitles hung in tatters, where she had torn them off and fed them to him as he lye bleeding to death upon the ground.
Slyx was no pushover, and despite the mental scaring, she had been the one to come out on top. no pun intended. It was not to say that she held no scars from her many battles, most may have been mental, but the others lie hodden beneath her long pelt.
Slevyn bared his fangs, he had expressed more than once that their battpe was not over. she had killed four wolves in her time, the majority of them family... three wolveshad already died before she even got to them. yet all of them liked to insist upon vengence when she died. An early death, was just not an option for her. It was a shame really. Each wolf she had sent to an early grave had been rather evil to say the least. They had harmed her, or an innocent.... why did she have to get a backslap f4om killing the bad?
