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Post by Vox on Mar 25, 2008 16:34:07 GMT -6
words are of little importance. it is the meaning they hold, or are given, by the speaker that truly make them significant in our eyes. despite this, it is of the utmost importance that, given the mind-set of most beings, words be used carefully. that they be measured, gilded and dusted with eloquence, so as not to offend, reject, or give the wrong impression to those who choose to ignore the delicate concepts that lie behind language. [/color][/center] B2 notdone |
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Post by Vox on Mar 25, 2008 21:31:54 GMT -6
I AM NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU
THE DEATH YOU DESERVE OH BUT DEARIE:"It has been taken care of?"
"Yes, my lord." Replied the subordinate, throat bobbing nervously, eyes overbright. I AM NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU
THE DEATH YOU DESERVE YOU DON'T NEED:I AM NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU
THE DEATH YOU DESERVE TO BREATHE ANYMORE: |
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Post by Vox on Mar 25, 2008 21:33:12 GMT -6
s i l e r e e | bibamos venenum in auro [/color] "And she spoke in that way of hers, the irony thick even in her despair, 'Just hold me once more, dearest, one last time. It is all I wish of thee...' But she knew he would never comply. It was the end, and she was all the happier for it. The evening had come upon her, and Dusk had set his claim. Twilight descended, the soft light left clear luminescence on those deep, empty pools.."
Lilting tunes filled the air, competing with the melodies exchanged between glances and smiles. Varying, hmmm, mixed. A meddley of colours whirled and swished, the graceful movements quick and practiced. The unspoken conversation was hard, evaluating and bold. Smirks, grins, and the oh so cheeky looks from the ladies kept the men on their toes, the shining floor accepting the weight from the five-score or so easily. Eyes were drawn, quiet easily, to the middle. The lady knew her business, she knew it well, and the admiring gazes were unceasing as she twirled elegantly. Her clothing was dark, her rouge was mild, lipstick smoothly fitting and shadows over her eyes of an acidic green colour that fit the devilishly tilted eyes. Despite this...'show' of brightness, there was something infinitely mysterious about her stance, the way in which she held herself. An excellent pretense, and a daring one indeed. None yet had seen through it, and few ever would. The smile was pleasantly surprised as her partner did his steps well, and it shifted effortlessly into the sultry mask of the evening she had chosen so well. The satin whipped around her heels, decorated with high heels the made her as tall as her imposing, yet strangely blank, counterpart. His fine features were handsome enough, but devoid of the usual emotions. No nerves, simply a steelly, silently sombre air of casual masculinity. The dame's confident moves were coupled with her unabashed expression and strangely cold way of sweeping her skirts to the side as she danced. There was little affection between the two, and almost a hostility, but a strange, glittery beauty shon from them both. Unreal, nearly. A small arc of clear marble was around them, all had stopped to watch their show. The music faded, the applause began, and they broke apart. His hands stretching, trying not to cramp, her own gloved fingers hidden in a fold of her black, graceful dress. It was laced at the back, but not provocatively so, and it appeared to have been tailored specifically for her personality.
Beautiful, mocking, just the smallest bit flirtatious, and a touch sinister, in a cold, calculated manner. A young man, around her age, stepped out from the crowd, his toussled hair mousy brown, and his eyes admiring. "May I have this next dance...Lady?" The teasing smile slipped over her plush mouth, and danced in her eyes for a moment, almost savouring the way he seemed to look at her. A soft, penetrating voice whispered out of those finely pursed wonders, sending a small shiver through the crowd. Warm, yet inwardly icy, welcoming, yet secretly venemous, "That all depends...Sir." His look of puzzled disappointment was coupled with the expected query. She moved closer, her garment swilling around her like a gas or liquid. Her breath was on his ear now, her arms reaching up to their usual positions as a waltz began. "Are you willing to dance with the Lady of the Black Swan Masque?" She ran this. All of it. The women in the crowd, all in black, wore the same silver pendent at their breast, the same silk gloves. Though none of them were nearly as magnificent in presence or bearing as She. None of their hair, all tied up in the characteristic bun, was loose or nearly as long as hers was. Straight, with a deep lustre to it's richly sable sheen, it flowed behind her like a curtain, just a shade lighter than black in the shadows, and a touch darker than copper in the light. This was her dance, but few knew it. A small brush to his ear, the slightest grin on her part flashed her white, straight teeth. The touch went unnoticed by most, but the man stiffened as she offered his nose a sniff at a silver flower, perfectly cast and no more than an inch in height, that had certainly not been on her person a moment before. Her eyebrow raised, arching in a perfect ebony imitation of her organization's sign as he gasped a little. He eyed the silver piece warily as they did their steps, his more clumsy than her own. A small puff of vapor accompanied it's sudden disappearance, and a delicate peal of silvery laughter rushed from between her said lips. Almost pitying, and filled with sudden, soft mirth. Her eyes twinkled eerily, her mouth curved up in a cat-like grin. The Swan danced on, and with Her she took him, took him down, down, down, into a place of no return. THEY SAID IT SO WELL
and i'm not scared to admit how right they were Partly, no doubt, vanity. We want to prove to ourselves that we are { lovers } on the grand scale, t r a . g . i . c heroes; not just o r d i n a r y privates in the huge army of the bereaved, slogging along and making the best of a bad job. But that’s not the whole ex [plan] ation. "There are as many [n.i.g.h.t.s] as d_a_y_s, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness." "She doesn't look, she doesn't see
Opens up for nobody
Figures out, she figures out
x. Narrow . x line, she can't d e c i d e
Everything short of . suicide;;
Never h_u_rts, nearly works
Something is //. scratching . \\ it's way o u t
Something you want to f.o.r.g.e.t about
A !part of you that'll never show
You're the only one that'll ever { : - know
" Take || it back when it all began
Take your time, would you underSTAND
What it's all about
What it's all a_b_o_u_t;
Something is |} scratching-it's-way-out {|
[x] Something >> you want to forget about
No one e x p e c t s you to get u | p
All on your own with no one a.r.o.u.n.d.." _______________________________ ladies
Lothril, queen of the akina;
I respect you, I accept your judgements. My loyalty to you is unparalleled, and I will follow you to my last breath. Or yours. I admire your wisdom and intelligence, and I have long wondered about your lost mate Ibalo.
Vishar, hunter of the akina;
Yes Vishar, we all know how eager to please you are, but some things are more important that your ego. Hah, childish thing you are, but I must make allowances for pride members. Consider yourself lucky, sister. But...I have forced respect into my relationship with you, for Lothril's sake. She seems to trust you, I do hope she isn't...Slipping.
Tari, second daughter of the queen;
I know little about you, but I feel I would like you if I knew more. Lothril always speaks most highly of her two daughters, it is a shame we could not have spent more time together when you were young...
Almira, first daughter of the queen;
Haha, I have heard of you, Almira dear. You seem like I once was, but I know little about you other than brief mentions by your mother and from my niece. Maybe more can come of this link in time.gentlemen
Sirius Black, the ex-king of majito;
Dry enough conversation, I have little to add to my first impression of him as a distinctly good but not particularly interesting nor interested EX-lord of a Pride.
Calamity, the lady-killer;
Dear old Cal! Yes, him and I go way back, dear thing. An amusing man, I must remember to pay him a visit sometime. Sweet...But not really my kind of man. He offended me, but I am changed now. It would be most diverting to see him again...Most diverting.
Crow, the casanova;
You are a small-minded man, there is no mistaking that, but are you truly as foolish as you appear? Why, yes, it would seem so. You are of no importance to me, stupid and recklessly comfortable in other's lands as you are.
Thorn, the beloved;
I love Thorn, I truly do. There was a time when I would've thought that impossible, but I now it to be real now. I am loyal to him, but this connection jeopardizes my position in the Akina, which I value greatly. My priorities conflict in this relation, I need to make the choice. _______________________________ _______________________________ |
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Post by Vox on Mar 25, 2008 21:34:16 GMT -6
truth will be making his opening star performace yadda yadda and all that soon! @_@
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