[ Halloween Approaches -- Monsters and Mythology Style ]
There was a wood, red and golden, stark dry branches and dying autumn flowers. The stream that wound its way through the fading meadow still sparkled, rushing over rocks and fallen trunks of old and mossy trees, a large stream, its current strong. Although bright and grassy once, the banks along it now were a soft yellow, quiet and littered with dead leaves fluttering on the gusts of icy wind foretelling the coming of winter. Soon, judging by the cold and the quiet and the dying-- but not yet. The world is brightest before the dark, they say, or something to that effect: bright in hues of gold and scarlet, in the quick and airy notes floating through the air for miles around, in the trill of the fiddle on the wind, beckoning.
The stream fed into a good-sized lake about a mile down from that clearing, all rocky banks and tiers and waterfalls, as if the water had dug itself a hole in the very rock of the earth from stubbornness. The result was wild, rushing waters, then suddenly calm pools, unsure footing and caves like sudden secrets along the rocky edge. On a natural ledge of mossy rock, backed by a tiny but persistent waterfall just sliding off the edge of one of the grottoes, was the fiddler.
He was pale and slight, all sharp angles and smooth skin, and he held the violin like a lover. Eyes closed, he stroked the bow across the strings with a look of quiet concentration, the golden hair that just brushed his shoulders swaying with the rhythm of his motions. He wore no clothes, but he didn't have to; he looked as natural a part of the surreal, indecisive little lake as the moss or the breeze. Despite the weather, white lilies bloomed in the pool beneath his feet, stretching out in pretty mazes to the nearby shore where the water was quieter and the ground more even. The fiddle trilled again, a sweet and piercing sound that ended the previous song, and then the movement of those slender white fingers sped up into a wild, reckless tune that spoke of merriment and pleasure and forgetting the world for one's own dreams.
Sunset made the world golden, even more golden than it already was this time of year, reflecting off the water and the damp rocks and the lilies, brightening the young man's yellow hair and glistening off the polished wood of his violin, even visible in tiny sparks on the smooth black lacquer of his nails. And, when he finally opened his eyes and smiled, the sunlight shone bright in his golden eyes as well as he fixed his gaze on the one who had come to watch him play. Lured by the sweet music, perhaps, or by the sight of him galloping through the field earlier as a white stallion without a care in the world-- not that the mortal would know, of course. They never did, and it made them so much sweeter, shock and horror brightening those dull human eyes.
The young man smiled benignly and lifted his head, letting the bow go suddenly still on the strings while the last note echoed in the little valley. His voice was as sweet as the tune, not loud but carrying. "Are you lost, stranger?"
((OOC: Because Halloween is for monsters! So basically, this all looks nice and pretty-- BUT REALLY, MELLO WANTS TO TAKE A NIBBLE OUT OF YOU.
I really wanted to do something creative that isn't your oft-rehashed vampire/werewolf/zombie/whatever's in the media these days--not to say I don't love a lot of those creepies, but I wanted to challenge myself to find a folkloric monster I'd never heard of before!
So here you go: this Halloween, Mello is a Nøkken, a creature from Norse mythology somewhat resembling a siren. Long story short, it lures its victims and either drowns them or eats them/drinks their blood (depending on the variation and/or story). There's also plenty of room for creativity so-- SEDUCTION is go! VAMPIRISM is go! anything you really want, PM me or ask in an ooc note and I'll see what I can do! :D
I'm up for CR, a fight, smut, or any mix of the above--though I'm gonna have to request men only for actual sex, please, not including seduction that ends otherwise. Oh, yeah, and if your character is stronger, it's completely possible to overpower him if they can break free of the spell and such. If you wanna swing it that way, that works too!
Please put your limits, wants, do-not-wants and such in the subject or an ooc note to let me know! IF YOU'RE STILL CONFUSED, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO PM ME LOL. I know this is kind of random out of nowhere but-- creativity is fun, yeah? :D ))
The stream fed into a good-sized lake about a mile down from that clearing, all rocky banks and tiers and waterfalls, as if the water had dug itself a hole in the very rock of the earth from stubbornness. The result was wild, rushing waters, then suddenly calm pools, unsure footing and caves like sudden secrets along the rocky edge. On a natural ledge of mossy rock, backed by a tiny but persistent waterfall just sliding off the edge of one of the grottoes, was the fiddler.
He was pale and slight, all sharp angles and smooth skin, and he held the violin like a lover. Eyes closed, he stroked the bow across the strings with a look of quiet concentration, the golden hair that just brushed his shoulders swaying with the rhythm of his motions. He wore no clothes, but he didn't have to; he looked as natural a part of the surreal, indecisive little lake as the moss or the breeze. Despite the weather, white lilies bloomed in the pool beneath his feet, stretching out in pretty mazes to the nearby shore where the water was quieter and the ground more even. The fiddle trilled again, a sweet and piercing sound that ended the previous song, and then the movement of those slender white fingers sped up into a wild, reckless tune that spoke of merriment and pleasure and forgetting the world for one's own dreams.
Sunset made the world golden, even more golden than it already was this time of year, reflecting off the water and the damp rocks and the lilies, brightening the young man's yellow hair and glistening off the polished wood of his violin, even visible in tiny sparks on the smooth black lacquer of his nails. And, when he finally opened his eyes and smiled, the sunlight shone bright in his golden eyes as well as he fixed his gaze on the one who had come to watch him play. Lured by the sweet music, perhaps, or by the sight of him galloping through the field earlier as a white stallion without a care in the world-- not that the mortal would know, of course. They never did, and it made them so much sweeter, shock and horror brightening those dull human eyes.
The young man smiled benignly and lifted his head, letting the bow go suddenly still on the strings while the last note echoed in the little valley. His voice was as sweet as the tune, not loud but carrying. "Are you lost, stranger?"
((OOC: Because Halloween is for monsters! So basically, this all looks nice and pretty-- BUT REALLY, MELLO WANTS TO TAKE A NIBBLE OUT OF YOU.
I really wanted to do something creative that isn't your oft-rehashed vampire/werewolf/zombie/whatever's in the media these days--not to say I don't love a lot of those creepies, but I wanted to challenge myself to find a folkloric monster I'd never heard of before!
So here you go: this Halloween, Mello is a Nøkken, a creature from Norse mythology somewhat resembling a siren. Long story short, it lures its victims and either drowns them or eats them/drinks their blood (depending on the variation and/or story). There's also plenty of room for creativity so-- SEDUCTION is go! VAMPIRISM is go! anything you really want, PM me or ask in an ooc note and I'll see what I can do! :D
I'm up for CR, a fight, smut, or any mix of the above--though I'm gonna have to request men only for actual sex, please, not including seduction that ends otherwise. Oh, yeah, and if your character is stronger, it's completely possible to overpower him if they can break free of the spell and such. If you wanna swing it that way, that works too!
Please put your limits, wants, do-not-wants and such in the subject or an ooc note to let me know! IF YOU'RE STILL CONFUSED, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO PM ME LOL. I know this is kind of random out of nowhere but-- creativity is fun, yeah? :D ))