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Post by Dove on Aug 13, 2006 18:38:29 GMT -5
Dove stared off of the side of the ship as it rocked back and forth in the blackest water she had ever beheld. What had possessed her to go to the DarkIsles? How had he convinced her that it would be the best adventure she could ever want? At least that part was true , even if everything else he ever said to her were lies. It was an adventure to make her way through the twisted wasteland and come out untouched by the evil everywhere.
Why did it take the birth of her child to make her realize that she should leave the DarkIsles? It only took one glance back to make her remember. She was glad she was leaving , and it would take a miracle or a tragedy to make her ever go back to that hell hole. She felt like a fool for staying as long as she had.
There were legends of a castle where she could raise her son without having to worry about flesh-eating trees and such. She dreamed of this place in her mind as the boat's rocking became more violent. Suddenly the boat stopped moving , or so it appeared. Dove looked down to see that the water was now a deep blue. "We are getting closer my sweet" She whispered as she smiled down at her infant wrapped in plenty of blankets and nestled into a rather large hand bag. The creature's that reluctantly ferried her across the black ocean could not see what she had in her bag and she preferred that they didn't. They were violent and she was far out numbered and they would likely try to take advantage of it. Especially if they knew there was a baby aboard. A powerful child that could be sold into slavery for a hefty price.
Dove made sure that the blankets did not cover the baby's face but closed the large handles on the bag when one of the creatures would approach too closely. Surprisingly the baby was smart enough to never make a sound and slept most of the way. He would be a force to be reckoned with when he reached manhood. She knew his potential.
The boat was being prepared to dock. Dove grabbed her handbag and staff. Her things were already being thrown onto the shore. The creature's moved quickly dropping a small gang plank down for her to walk across. They appeared to be very fearful of this new land and she couldn't imagine why. I mean , hadn't they just come from hell? She thought silently to herself as she prepared to take the last step off the gang plank. The impatient creatures snatched the board out from under her , almost tripping her. She considered yelling obscenities at them but they were already hoisting the sail to leave.
"Good lord..... Good riddance." She said , shaking her head. "Well sweet heart , here we are. Where ever it is." She spoke to the baby as she removed him from his hiding place. "Now , which way do we go?"
~*Dove*~
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Post by Deraldith on Aug 13, 2006 19:28:26 GMT -5
Farther down the beach a demon in a leather jacket could be seen cursing at the ocean. She snapped the fishing rod on her knee and flung both ends into the crashing waves.
"I fucking hate fish anyway." Deraldith said, lighting a cigarette, her black hair dancing in the breeze. She spied a woman on the shoreline, a bag in her arms.
"Nice day for a walk!" Deraldith called.
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Post by Dove on Aug 13, 2006 21:43:15 GMT -5
Dove smiled to the stranger before producing a baby carrier. She gently slid the sleeping baby onto her back. "Yes , it is a beautiful day for a walk. " She said as the woman approached her.
The strange woman appeared to be scarred across her face. Dove assumed it had been caused by a battle. She always thought of scars as badges of honor or courage. Which was kind of stupid sometimes , seeing as how scars can be caused by accidents as well. She shook her thoughts off and reached for the stranger's hand. Her finger nails were always long and painted in purples or deep red. For this occasion she had chosen a dark purple to go along with her attire. She wore a tight royal purple corset and a gypsy skirt made of multipule shades of almost see-through purple material. She wore moccasins on her feet.
Dove was never a big fan of jewelry but she did wear a few pieces of it. A beaded crystal necklace adorned her neck. And a beaded slave bracelet in the shape of a butterfly with four rings hung beautifuly in hues of purple on her right hand. Which was rather odd seeing as how she is naturally left handed.
"I was wondering if you could help me?" Dove asked curiously.
~*Dove*~
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Post by Deraldith on Aug 13, 2006 21:45:38 GMT -5
"No problem." Deraldith smiled, her eyes sweeping over Dove's figure. "Pretty corset." She sighed. How long had it been since she'd bought new clothes? A month? A year maybe?
Her purple eyes grew wistful at the sight of Dove's necklace.
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Post by Dove on Aug 15, 2006 18:04:13 GMT -5
Dove smiled and thanked her for the compliment. Purple was a color that she was deeply drawn to. And the purple in the strangers eyes was very beautiful and spell binding in a way.
She was delighted that the woman was willing to help her find her way. "I was wondering if this castle that I have heard some much about exists. And where I might find it." Dove asked as if she wasn't sure that a place of such legend could exist within reach. The sound of the waves coming onto the shore seemed to soothe her nerves. She was not fond of large bodies of water but the sound of water moving over rocks always seemed to have a calming effect on her.
The sunlight caught in the crystal slightly and caused a rainbow of color to spread across the strange woman before her. She hoped that it wasn't annoying the woman. But just in case it was , she turned slightly to stop the light from hitting the crystal.
And awaited the woman's response.
~*Dove*~
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Post by Deraldith on Aug 20, 2006 17:45:01 GMT -5
"You heard right." Deraldith grinned, flicking the embers of her cigarette away and lighting another one. "But you won't find the Castle out here. You have to look..." She put a finger to Dove's chest. "...In here. Just fucking with you. Follow me." She said, striding up the beach towards the jagged cliff. Steps were carved into the cliff, zig-zagging to the top.
"I'm Deraldith." Deraldith said.
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Post by Dove on Aug 21, 2006 20:29:58 GMT -5
Dove laughed at Deraldith when she said that the castle was in her chest. That had to have been the funniest thing she had heard in weeks. She shifted the baby on her back and followed Deraldith up the jagged zig zagging steps. She was never afraid of heights so the altitude didn't bother her. A sweet smell appeared to be drifting down from above. "What is that smell?" Dove said. The closer they got to the top , the more she smelled it. It smelled like fresh bread and fruits. Someone had to be cooking in the castle. It gave her flash backs of the old castle and it's kitchen adventures.
~*Dove*~
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Post by Deraldith on Aug 21, 2006 21:15:39 GMT -5
Deraldith sniffed the air, filtering out the ocean's tang.
"Smells like bacon!" She squealed, her steps picking up speed. At the top of the cliff the Castle's twisted spires could be seen poking from behind a grassy hill like the gnarled fingers of a gargoyle's hand. Scrambling up the slope towards the smell Deraldith ran straight into the barrel of a gun.
She was surrounded. A camp had been setup in front of the Castle's gates. A small gang of lizard-people, scales red beneath the hemp rags, turned their slitted eyes from the pig they were roasting to scrutinise the demon in the leather jacket, forked tongues hissing, a 9mm handgun in each gleaming claw.
"Yup." Deraldith said. "Bacon."
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Post by Dove on Aug 26, 2006 19:25:31 GMT -5
Dove stood slightly behind Delardith. Her staff tightly in her hand. She had never seen lizard people before , oddly enough. She wondered if Delardith had ever met these particular people before. "Do you know each other?" She said to Deraldith , thinking that maybe the cause of the gun in the face was because of an old encounter left un-finished.
The smell of the food was making her hungry. Dove absolutely loved bacon.
~*Dove*~
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Post by Deraldith on Aug 29, 2006 21:47:10 GMT -5
"No." Deraldith replied as a string of mangled syllables streamed from the jaws of the nearest lizard. It tried again, a screech this time, but Deraldith couldn't understand a word and then the triggers were tightening.
"Doesn't look like they want to either!" Deraldith said as she unsheathed her sword and swatted bullets.
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Post by Thala on Aug 30, 2006 19:46:27 GMT -5
"Hold!" came a piercing cry over the rise of a nearby hillock and even as its echo faded the shrieker came into view, hooded and cloaked over torn jeans, chest bare revealing a criss-cross of ammo-belts over thin and wrinkled breasts. The thing had the semblance of a woman, but its face and body had sprouted numerous tufts of coarse black hair and its head was bald, the skin seeming too-harshly stretched over a skull that rose to a point in one place. It was unnervingly skinny, a stick with sixguns on its dagger hips, and its croaking voice made disgusting slapping sounds out of every word it spoke, wet barks and sibilance its only forms of expression. "Did I tell you to fire?!" And then the thing was close enough to glance at the high forehead half-shadowed beneath its cowl and Deraldith could see the crescent-moon branded thereon. Scythe. A shit-stirrer for the Divine.
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Post by Deraldith on Aug 31, 2006 9:42:10 GMT -5
Was it Deraldith's imagination or did the Castle stiffen? Did the butresses and stone sinews tighten with fear or with longing? It wasn't the first time she'd questioned the organism's loyalty and she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last.
Sparks speckled the air as she deflected the last of the lizards' gunfire and she turned to look at their androgynous, gnarled commander. She'd heard rumours that the Scythe had recruited dragon hybrids but she'd hadn't seen any evidence until now. Traitors, all of them.
"Who are you?" She asked the demon, contempt coiling around her throat.
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Post by Thala on Sept 1, 2006 19:26:29 GMT -5
The thing in the hood smiled. "Brash one, ah? But then again, it must be comforting amongst the statistics, wallowing in your cosy cliché. What a pitiful example of Demonkind, to so tastelessly represent itself - fitting for one who reeks of human stench, and their miserable corrupting cowardice!" Its grin cracked and splintered away from its face, the sagging, seemingly-melted jaws drooping like wax over its bared teeth. "Don't be so fucking trifling girl-thing, ignorance is sin enough without idiocy on its heels!" And at that the hunched, stick-like creature drew itself to its full height and loomed ominously against the silhouette of the Castle, a grim phallic monument in the ruddy sunlight. "I am Thala of the Scythe, and I am Legion, and whatever tie or foolishness brings you hither unto this sacred place should have been happier relinquished long ago little Demon! Now you have only death to anticipate, and that not long... Mayhap we will retain the child however" (its wrinkled hands opened in an almost motherly gesture that made Deraldith and Dove want to vomit) "Who would have thought such potential might flower in so contemptible a form?" The smile was back, splitting a canoe-shaped vent in the front of its skull, and suddenly its hand was signalling: "Now you may fire!"
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Post by Deraldith on Sept 25, 2006 14:29:07 GMT -5
She hit the closest lizard with the pepper spray. A jet of solvent soaked its face and the bag of scales went down clawing at its eyes. Then she was leaping for cover as lead tore the clay.
"Dove! You and the kid okay?" She shouted over the thunder, crouching behind a boulder. Pulling a cell phone from her jacket she punched in a number and dialled. The numbers weren't in her favour. She needed help.
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Post by Dove on Oct 4, 2006 15:25:14 GMT -5
Dove listened carefully to the words that the lizard being spoke. Her adrinaline spiking as she heard it refer to itself as a suitable gaurdian for her child. She was about to tell "Thala" where to go and how fast to get there when the other's began to fire. Instinctively she flipped her staff up and hit two , possibly three of the lizard people. Thoughts flew through her mind as she tried to decide what to do. Seconds seemed like hours as she debated inside her mind whether to run and dive off the cliff or hide. Diving off the cliff might have sounded like an extreme measure to those who didn't know the situation. Her son was much too precious and powerful to fall into the hands of the Divine.
Dove opted for jumping behind a boulder across from Deraldith to buy herself time. She shifted her Mary Poppin's bag and began to fish through it looking for her weapons. Within moments she withdrew a gun, Colt 45. With one hand she tossed the gun to Deraldith and struggled to get another one out of her bag. A lizard crawled over the boulder and grabbed the strap of her baby carrier in an attempt to take the baby. Dove managed to pull out a Ruger pistol and pointed it upwards , blowing the lizards head clean off.
~*Dove*~
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