Vindico

Full Version: Lost in her wonderland [aw]
You're currently viewing a stripped down version of our content. View the full version with proper formatting.
Pages: 1 2
The world had forsaken the once upon a time queen. Her crown lay in ashes by her paws or so she thought. Scythes scratched at what illusions danced across the barren sands. No flowers to sing or mock or make riddles only the longing sound of the mourning waters whose waves would reach and yet touched nothing. Why did the living flee her ever-regretful clutches? If only she could touch the minds of those that walked her shores then perhaps they would know her strife, understand her, and surrender their souls to her murky waters.

“Always the dreamer.” She said with a rueful chuckle. Her mind was somewhat coherent, though she could feel the edges frying as she lingered in the ashes of someone else’s past. She wanted to slip into those soothing waters, just a tease, to show the mistress of the waters she was nothing special. At least she couldn’t remember if she was or ever had been or ever would be again.

Her androgynous figure pushed heavy paws into the shifting sands. If she left a mark, even as small as a print, then maybe someone would remember her even if she didn’t remember herself. “When will memories ever stop eluding me?” she said with a sad sigh, today she was someone but she wasn’t certain who exactly. Everyone when knew felt like they had vanished and left her to the insanity of her own mind. Had she always been this broken? This lost? What did it take for the road to become unbroken and return her mind to where it once had been?

Lothaire, his name popped into her mind. Perhaps it was time to search for another. She needed a master to claim her and do as they please. Yet some part of her remembered being her own master. That part felt like it had been witnessed threw someone else’s eyes. She dismissed the false memories, uncertain of her own ability to remember reality from fantasy. Her shadows murmured that she was right in her memories but she didn’t believe their words of protest.

She moved towards the shallow waters, a small pool waiting for her to enter its grasp. She was content to push a solitary paw into the warmth of the water. Her thickness made her temperature rather high during normally cool spring weather and the coolness of the water felt wonderful. What she needed was to think of nothing. Not remember who she was or who she could be. Not attempt to figure out how she had come to be here. Nothing but silence and breathing for just a few glorious moments before the chaos of her mind consumed her once again.
<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Calligraffitti' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'>


<div style="background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/8aiBq0x.png'); background-color: #6e604e; background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: 600px; width: 600px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify;"><div style="padding: 50px 50px 450px"><div align="center" style="color: #49201A; font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Calligraffitti', georgia, serif; padding: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;">
</div>
He watched from afar, approaching only when she stepped into the cool waters. He would approach quietly, massive paws pressing into the earth, shoulders rolling to absorb the shock. Twin twins hung at his hocks, swaying with each step. Silver tipped ears tipped forward, as molten gaze watched her every movement. Even from a distance he could tell she was a massive woman, her pelt dark with varying underlying hues. Nostrils flared, inhaling her faint perfume that hung in the air. He did not bother to conceal his approach, moving the confidence of a leader that demanded attention.
<P>
He would come to a halt several feet from the waters edge, watching her faint interest. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Enjoying yourself?"</b></font> Baritone words fell from lips that tipped up in a signature smirk. He watched her with the closeness of a predator stalking its prey, but whether she turned out to be prey was still to be determined. 

<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
She had submerged her thoughts into nothingness. All she focused on was the sound of her breathing. The way the water felt against her dark coat. Everything was so confusing and she felt exhausted from her journey. How long had she been wandering? Had she been conscious the entire time or was she sleep walking or was it day walking? How many days had it been since her crown turned to ashes in her paws? The thoughts were slipping away as her dark lids kept the windows to her souls at bay.

Her shadows hissed with uneasiness and a lone ear flicked in the direction of what she heard was footsteps. Her lids hadn’t retracted as she pushed the rest of her violet figure into the cool waters. It was only until a voice called to her did she allow her lids to slip open to breathe live to bright violet eyes and focus their gaze onto the creature responsible for disturbing her tranquility.

He was a large, much like herself, but wasn’t quite as large as she was. His weight looked a little less heavy then hers as well and she flicked an indifferent ear in his direction. “Numbness is what I enjoy.” She murmured, her riddles seemed to be tired at the moment and when her mind was resting she found it easier to communicate her thoughts. Her thick tail swept behind her, creating ripples in the water around her as she walk/swam to put his figure at more of an angle so she could watch him.

Strangers were always unpredictable but then again her mind was always on the brink of breaking and sometimes she couldn’t put her mind back together again. Only time could do that and she felt on edge. Not from this wolf but due to her lack of stability. Purpose brought her sanity and the unknown always brought her aggression and confusion.

The smirk on his face reminded her of someone. Who was it? So many had influenced her life and it was rare she remembered them completely. Blood told her the truth and reminded her who they were but if their existence wasn’t before her then how could a phantoms blood speak any revelations? “Wandering the road of hunger are we?” she questioned, her thoughts still lingering on what face his reminded her of. Was it Lothaire’s? He had watched her like she was his to own, the thought thrilled her and she could feel the spike of adrenalin singing in her bones, yet her outer appearance remained indifferent almost dismissive. Though her shadows hissed with aggression. They wanted no part in their master being toyed with and they would defend her should she speak out her need of them to do so.
<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Calligraffitti' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'>



<div style="background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/8aiBq0x.png'); background-color: #6e604e; background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: 600px; width: 600px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify;"><div style="padding: 50px 50px 450px"><div align="center" style="color: #49201A; font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Calligraffitti', georgia, serif; padding: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;">
</div>
Her eyes would flicker open, amethyst gaze clashing with his own. Riddles spilled from her dark lips, her expression indifferent. Numbness. It was such a fickle thing really. To be numb meant that you felt no pain or sorrow. But it also meant that you missed out on the pleasures that life had to offer. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I'm sure there are far more enjoyable things."</b></font> He would comment, baritone words falling smoothly. Her tail swept across the water, creating an even larger disturbance across the smooth surface.
<P>
A question fell from her lips, pulling a rumbling chuckle from his throat. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"You could say that."</b></font> She had quite the way with words. Her expression remained indifferent, bordering on dismissive as though his presence was a nuance. But, unfortunately for her, his regard for others was nonexistent. He remained where he was, meeting her gaze evenly, oblivious to the craziness that went on within the confines of her mind.
<P>
Perhaps it made them relatable. Each tormented by thoughts twisted in darkness, uncontrollable except by their own desires. He didn't hear voices or have trouble knowing who he was. It was the fact that he knew exactly who he was and what he was created to do that made him dangerous. His ruthlessness to achieve his goals where unmatched. Nothing stood in his path that couldn't be destroyed by his own strength or at his command. They stood on opposite ends of the crazy spectrum, but then, wasn't crazy simply that? Crazy?

<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
Thorns oozed from his mouth with promises yet fulfilled. She felt a stir inside her, an alluring reminder of a past so enjoyably abusive. Pain was a reminder of whom she was. It told stories of what she had become and what she had lost. She had found abuse to be the center of her world and the passions that once purpose was given would flourish and protected by her ever-crushing paws.

She allowed her head to push against the water, a small salty kiss pooling against her lips. She knew better then to drink from the forbidden waters of the gods. No, they would only drown you with a thirst so intense you would die from madness before it was quenched. Her fangs seemed to elongate at the thought of her thirst, blood was her source of power and remembrance. It was her way of life and with out it she would grow weary. She wondered what his gift was; hers was of the shadows and blood.

“Pleasures of this world often fall short. A brief moment of ecstasy only to be snuffed out by high expectations.” She murmured. How many times had she expected someone to be what she wanted only to have them fail? How many times did the thrill of danger control her and drive her? She had been a Queen once upon a time. She had killed one too, thirsted on her blood, and drank the bitch dry. Brought her heart to her lover as proof of her loyalty and claimed a kingdom for herself. Why had that seemed like a long forgotten dream? Maybe she dreamed someone else’s dream and she was merely living in their shadow.

“So you wander, as most do, for a taste of what you need and give others the illusions of what they think they need is it? a hungry soul can conquer quite the fulfilling time or two. Yet is that all it ever is? A fleeting moment to quench what ever thirst plagues you or are you seeking for something more?”
she questioned, her limbs stretching in the depths of the pool. She wasn’t one for fleeting meetings under the gaze of envious moon. She was one for lasting impressions and loyalty that was unyielding. “What is it you want from me?” she inquired. Her voice was heavy with disdain. Disappointment could do that to a mind, jade it, so only actions could bring truth and then her true emotions could transpire. Freedom was a glorious and horrible master at times.
<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Calligraffitti' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'>




<div style="background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/8aiBq0x.png'); background-color: #6e604e; background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: 600px; width: 600px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify;"><div style="padding: 50px 50px 450px"><div align="center" style="color: #49201A; font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Calligraffitti', georgia, serif; padding: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;">
</div>
<P>
She was not easily swayed, that much was evident. But then where was the fun in that? She spoke in hushed tones, so softly that had he not been paying attention, he would have missed it. He would 'tsk' in vague disappointment or disapproval, he wasn't sure which himself. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"You set everyone up to <i>fail</i>."</b></font> He replied easily. Perhaps she was scorned, punished by the world one too many times that now she had no faith, no ability to place her faith in the paws of others. But then again, so was everyone else. Everyone carried some sort of baggage, scarred by the world. All that mattered what whether or not you were capable of carrying such a weight.
<P>
More questions. But there was no denying that she was right. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Perhaps."</b></font> He spoke with a shrug. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"But I don't go thirsty. An empire with thrive with a crowning of a new king. An empire where all those worthy thrive under a singular purpose."</b></font> She wanted to speak in riddles, then so be it. She wanted to know what he wanted from her, her tones heavy with disdain. She was so jaded by the world. Again he would shrug. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"What any new leader wants. A loyal wolf who does not conform to the normal standards of society. A warrior, no matter how broken she may be."</b></font> He was unfazed, capable despite his youth, talented beyond expectation. He was not born to fail. He was born to rise above, to succeed. 

<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
What was a riddle? It was a truth wrapped up with confusion and the inability to articulate completely ones feelings or needs. When the world was warped in different colors and identities, how was one meant to pick just one illusion from the others? Her violet eyes grew dark for a moment as she watched his reaction to her words. So, he thought she meant to have others fail? It was a difficult thing to fail at what she craved. What she was seeking for and it seemed this wolf was becoming less interesting as the conversation progressed. Her internal excitement was fading with the explanation of what was to pass between them.

So, he was seeking to enlarge his kingdom. He wished to secure those “Loyal” to his cause. What was that cause? Why create a kingdom? Did he choose his subjects at random or without question to their character? She had remembered a time where she stood by the boarder and would ask why. Why did they wish to join her valley of thorns and lost trinkets? What reason did they have to choose her? To choose, the kingdom she had killed for? Her head throbbed for a moment and she closed her eyes. Her shadows, grumbling with disgust at the male before them, began to soothe their master’s mind. Was she remembering correctly? Those eyes of hers seemed so different then and now she was lost.

“You seek to fill your kingdom is it?” she said threw disappointment. She had thought the thrill of the hunt would begin. Perhaps they would enjoy a little game of violence. Yet what he sought for was indeed not what she had expected. “Why would I choose you? What makes your kingdom so different then others? Despite the desire that share for those whose souls are tied to one and one alone, why do you think I should belong [to you] to your kingdom?” she questioned. She felt as if she were mocking herself with the question. How many times had she asked similar requests from others?

A purpose was something she craved. This was indeed true but she longed for more then that. She longed for ownership. For the ability to belong to someone indefinitely and to be everything they needed when nothing else was there for them. She was a tool, a thing, to be used and yet knew how to use this trait to her advantage. Loyalty was something she knew and gave without hesitation only when it was earned. She knew nothing of this wolf. Not his name, not who he was, not what he longed for or desired. He simply craved power and power wasn’t something she desired. She was indifferent to both the good and dark of this world. She was indifferent to the idea of serving an alpha or omega. Who ever her next Master was had big paws to fill. No one was quite like Lothaire but she was certain she could find the next best thing.
<div align="center"><div style="width: 498px; border: 1px solid #ffffff; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/YanzEdr.png'); background-position: bottom center; background-color: #273c48; background-repeat: no-repeat;"><div style="padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; padding-bottom: 525px; padding-top: 30px;"><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: #dedcdc; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align: justify;"> <font color=a16f6f>“not a <i>KINGDOM</i>, my sweet.”</font> comes the saccharine croon from the shadows, the elysius monarch but a looming ghoul as she drifts from meticulous obscurity and into the limelight. her swagger the intrinsic reflection of self-proclaimed supremacy and battle finesse <b>;;</b> the elegant and assertive carriage of a queen <b>{</b> although she remains <s>UNTITLED</s> as such. <b>}</b> and her glacial stare fixates upon the behemoth submerged as she draws parallel to her beloved son, ensuring that her pallid flesh collides with his darker as her right shoulder skims his left side with minute and tender sentiment <b>;;</b> yet an announcement of her presence all the same. <font color=a16f6f>“-- an <b><u>empire</u></b>,”</font> the elysius corrects with emphatic tones, a wry grin chiseling her marred countenance in a manner quite <i>sinister</i>. elongated teeth unveiled in her crooked simper and belligerent intent smoldering within celestial lenses. pupils so diligent in their calculated scrutiny as they trace every curvature of the amazonian woman’s musculature -- she so imposing in physique, yet presumably <u>weak</u> of mind based solely upon her speech and tact. malleable if only the right degree of <b><i>persuasion</i></b> is offered.

she is predatory in her saunter as she infringes further upon the distance that lingers between them, broad shoulders shifting like tectonic plates and her tail a hinged banner -- confidence <b>{</b> <i>perhaps even a surplus of it</i> <b>}</b> evident. and the phantom does not halt until the cool waters of the pool tease the very edges of her paws, scythe-esque nails carefully concealed in their sheathes -- if but for the moment. triangular ears careening forth upon a <s>thorned</s> crown as the mammoth’s skepticism bleeds from her jaws in response to odysseus’ rash proposal, forcing the phantom’s brows to quirk in feigned curiosity. displeasure surging through her degenerate psyche yet her sardonic facade unwavering, deepening now as the frayed edges of her lips curl inward. <font color=a16f6f>“your cynicism would be quite… <b><i>admirable</i></b>.”</font> the ghoul professes, pupils darting briefly towards her son -- of whom she knows lacks the <i>patience</i> so characteristic of most. <font color=a16f6f>“-- if choice were not but a <u>privilege</u> so easily declined by the eager.”</font> and the subtle threat is laced within her lilted vocals, conspicuous if only to the attentive. for odysseus had had his fun forcing women beneath his whim, and the ghoul is not opposed to doing the same to the incompliant.



</div></div></div></div><center><a href="http://neffs.deviantart.com"><span style="color: #999; font-size: 8px;">TABLE BY ARGENT / NEFFS</span></a></center>
crap tag o.O but i promised dark one today
<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Calligraffitti' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'>





<div style="background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/8aiBq0x.png'); background-color: #6e604e; background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: 600px; width: 600px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify;"><div style="padding: 50px 50px 450px"><div align="center" style="color: #49201A; font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Calligraffitti', georgia, serif; padding: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;">
</div>
<P>
She was not pleased with him. But what else was new? Disappointment colored her words as questions fell from her lips, though the excitement that once lingered in her gaze was fading. Jaws parted to speak, but his mothers voice came out. His gaze would leave the unnamed woman in favor the translucent tyrant as she brushed against his side, her touch very much real despite her ghostly appearance. A rare grin curls his mothers lips, but it not an expression of joy, no, his mother does not know the meaning of joy. Her grin is purely a front, to soft the blow of whispered threats. Her feminine persuasion was welcomed, perhaps it would be the key to swaying this woman, or simply just enraging her. Either way, so long as it got the desired results, he didn't care how it happened. Lips tipped up in a growing smirk as he met his mothers gaze, her subtle threat flowing easily from ivory lips. A chuckle even rumbled in his throat, gaze returning to the woman who remained in the salty depths. 
<P>
<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Do you have a name?"</b></font> He spoke smoothly, switching tactics briefly. He could see the look on his mothers face. His decisions were not rash, but carefully decided upon. She remained in the dark about his desire to further their bloodline beyond just the pair of them. But he would not be so impulsive as to just scoop up any stray woman he came across. Haunches folded beneath him, happy to allow his mother to do his dirty work so she choose. He didn't worry about her morals of claiming  a stranger for mere sport, for she had no morals. She was a machine, built to conquer and destroy, to draw blood and rid the world of the weak. It was her purpose, as it was his. But he was not so meticulous about it, he enjoyed stopping to smell the roses every once in awhile.


<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
As her questions fell from disappointed lips it seemed another would join the pair. Violet eyes would rove to meet the women whose face resembled that of another. Ghost. She thought and for a moment she was lost in that memory of meeting her. The poor broken dear had sought comfort in her and it almost made her heart ache. Yet she only blinked the memory away. Ghost had no crown that hung atop her head and yet it was slipping away. Slipping to the new to craft a new area and she could only sympathize with the loss that was to inevitably come.

Her words did nothing to sway her attention. An empire. When power consumed the minds of others then they were the true weak of mind. Her memories could unravel her, could break her, and even confuse her as to who she was but simple was not her true calling. She could be just as manipulative as the best of them. She simply desired not to be unless the circumstances demanded it of her, then she could play the game.

Her tail slapped against the water as she allowed a sigh to escape her. Her desire for tranquility was slipping threw devious jaws. She allowed herself to pull forth from the waters slowly and pulled the girth of herself upon the banks. Her coat was drenched in salty waters. Clinging to her for dear life as they silently cried to their death as they hit the ground beneath her. Her brows arched for a moment allowing the threat of her words dance across her mind and she couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from her lips.

“And everyone thinks I’m mad.” She all but sang with her amusement. She could almost feel the tears spilling from her eyes with her amusement. “Do you always allow your mother to answer the questions others ask of you?” she asked as she looked towards the male. Her eyes sparked with displeasure for the male before her.

If he was the ruler then why was his mother correcting him? Why had she come to deliver a more aggressive proposition? Could he not stand on his own? Could he not think quickly enough to answer her question and give her a reason? This woman had done nothing of the sort. Still, she held no desire to follow either. Curiosity was lingering in the depths of her mind for the ghost woman. However, the idea of joining a pack she knew nothing of and belonging to either wolf that had done nothing to gain her loyalty was unappetizing.

Her attention fell on him for only a moment as she allowed her name to slip freely from dark lips, “My name is Newt.” She said simply then turned her attention to Artemis. Strings pulled and tugged against her body and she allowed the feel of the other to slip into her body of her own free will. Her ears rotated to place her focus on the one who seemed most in charge as she allowed her body to easily move towards her.

“You think because my mind plays games. Sings songs of old and new days that it means I can be collected simply threw words? You have failed to explain the significance of your proposition. Though this world has left me jaded I have seen kingdoms fall and grow, I have worn a crown myself a time or two. Fear and threats are not enough to sway the able bodies. The ones willing to fight against chains and collars alike, though I must admit, I do look so fetching with a collar. However, the master of said collar must prove their worth and not the other way around. I know nothing of either of you, only a simple desire for me to join the ranks, but this desire belongs solely to the two of you. I seek something far deeper then any empire.”
She said with a dark smile.

Her violet eyes sparked with the promise of violence as she allowed them to peer directly into Artemis’s eyes. She was a behemoth and stood five inches above the other before her. Her body trembled with her anxiety to strike but she disregarded the desire. Her muscles flexed beneath her soaked coat and she rejected the desire to shake rid of the heavy liquid. Though her words were challenging in her own way she would not disrespect the queen by drenching her in the salty water. No, she had manners, even if she felt the other two were being rather rude.
Pages: 1 2