✗XL✗A Bountiful Wine-press
{✠}Along the receiver ripples a succubine purr of chipped solicitations. A young girl's voice, holding back anguish as she mutters words she cannot begin to understand why she knows to be true, or how they shall bring her reprieve.{✠}
There was a fragment of truth in that story He wrote...
'Yes, I too can love--you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?'
If I lose my shape, dear consort, dear angel mine.. Remember the part of me that coveted you...
...Your memory will be my beckon to return... and be whole again.
{┼}A rush of sea-fog and a mass of dank mist, greater than any hitherto, seemed to close on all things like a foreboding gray pall. Crossing the expanse of Horizon's park and the Ruins of Horton, the tendrils of mist pulled away only slight, like a gauzy bridal veil, where the twin moons peeked and cast their rays through the dimness and poured their silvery light across a castle that seemed to leech it's shadows from near and far. A fortress fixed only in illusion, to those with an un-seeing third eye, it would appear as tangible as the pages of an old story-book.
Howling of a myriad of wolves fill the night with a childlike symphony, yet the owner of that nighterrorish manor stepped not in through it's iron-locked doors to hear them sing, but through the glassy window of a young woman's bedchamber. A slender silhouette slithered across the floor-boards and creep-crawled up rickety bedposts where a delicate doll-like figure lied. Snow dusts the view that seems to be taken from within the very being itself, as if it had swallowed the device through osmosis and it had become just as much apart of itself as the shadows about it were.
Looming within a blink of an eye at the bedside was that slender black-cloaked figure, it's eyes burning like red-hot sunsets, and it's ashen mouth like a basilisk parted to expose it's serrated white teeth. And there, without knowledge of her impending fate, lie an angelic damsel, her blond tresses spilling over her slender shoulders and parting a way that beautifully framed the pallid pathway of her neck. The perfect invitation.
What a splendid night this was...
...for a bite to drink.{┼}
((ooc: Dracula's castle is illusionary. Those who can see through mind-tricks will see right through it. It will be gone by tomorrow night when the time-event ends. Replies will be delayed ICly and OOCly because I needs some sleeps <3.))
There was a fragment of truth in that story He wrote...
'Yes, I too can love--you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?'
If I lose my shape, dear consort, dear angel mine.. Remember the part of me that coveted you...
...Your memory will be my beckon to return... and be whole again.
{┼}A rush of sea-fog and a mass of dank mist, greater than any hitherto, seemed to close on all things like a foreboding gray pall. Crossing the expanse of Horizon's park and the Ruins of Horton, the tendrils of mist pulled away only slight, like a gauzy bridal veil, where the twin moons peeked and cast their rays through the dimness and poured their silvery light across a castle that seemed to leech it's shadows from near and far. A fortress fixed only in illusion, to those with an un-seeing third eye, it would appear as tangible as the pages of an old story-book.
Howling of a myriad of wolves fill the night with a childlike symphony, yet the owner of that nighterrorish manor stepped not in through it's iron-locked doors to hear them sing, but through the glassy window of a young woman's bedchamber. A slender silhouette slithered across the floor-boards and creep-crawled up rickety bedposts where a delicate doll-like figure lied. Snow dusts the view that seems to be taken from within the very being itself, as if it had swallowed the device through osmosis and it had become just as much apart of itself as the shadows about it were.
Looming within a blink of an eye at the bedside was that slender black-cloaked figure, it's eyes burning like red-hot sunsets, and it's ashen mouth like a basilisk parted to expose it's serrated white teeth. And there, without knowledge of her impending fate, lie an angelic damsel, her blond tresses spilling over her slender shoulders and parting a way that beautifully framed the pallid pathway of her neck. The perfect invitation.
What a splendid night this was...
...for a bite to drink.{┼}
((ooc: Dracula's castle is illusionary. Those who can see through mind-tricks will see right through it. It will be gone by tomorrow night when the time-event ends. Replies will be delayed ICly and OOCly because I needs some sleeps <3.))