A new daydream
Hey-lo, this is my first entry. I have a live journal now as ya'll can see. no more Anthony195, though that account still exists. I figured I'd start off my account with a story I cam up with. The cool thing is this is a daydream which means its a creation of both my consious and unconsious mind. Have fun! Tootles...
It's 1734 in the heart of Paris, France. I find my self walking down a coblestone street at night with only the moon and the yellow lights from a nearby brothel illuminating my path. After a few steps I realise that I'm limping and I'm out of breath. I look down and see that I'm wearing an italian tuxedo without the black over jacket. My pants are torn midway up the calf and dried blood has caused it to adhere to my skin. The left shirt-sleeve is completely ripped off only the frayed shoulder remains. My shirt which was obviously once white is now covered in dirt as if I had crawled out of a grave. I feel my face because it feels warm and wet. I find that there are to long gashes the length of my face from right temple across my nose to the base of my left ear. As I probe my injuries gently I realize there is something wraped in cloth in my hand. I stare at it oddly not remembering it being there before. Curiously I peel the matted cloth from the object it had hidden within its folds. It is a palm sized medalion. Circular-shaped and goledn with an iner core of some sort of green crystal. I stare at it, mesmarised by its beauty. As I turn it over in my hands I find there are foriegn markings etched into the gold on the other side. These do not appear to be of the original design for they were scralled and messy, contrasting to the perfection of the medalion's shape. At first I don't understand the markings, I can only tell that it is written in Latin. Then, as the moon seemed to move just so that it shone into the heart of the crystal the meanings of the words came to me. Without realising what I was doing I began to recite the words aloud understanding them as I spoke. "Beware that silverglass in the heavens; it calls to the creatures of the night, the demons of nightmares. Speak not the words of Lothenia infront of the emerald mage or you too shall be taken into the dark like the keepers who have come before." The words echoed inthe deserted street seeming to fill the air around me. I had spoken the words in Latin as if it were my native tongue. Bewildered I stared at the medalion wondering so many things my head felt fit to burst. But my thoughts were inturupted by a lurking fear that crept up my spine. I felt a familiar presence that harrowed me with fear and confusion. I could not place the feeling, but instinct told me I was in danger. No more than a few seconds after the fear registered I smelled an acrid odor of dirt and decay; felt hot and sticky breath upon my neck; and heard a deep growl that sounded as if it were the very earth moaning. Terrified and unable to stop my self I turned around only to be fiiled with the darkest horror any mortal has ever felt. There before me, no more than a few feet away, was a great beast. It stood on its hind legs but was bent over as if it were truely meant to stand on all fours. It had the snout and head of a wolf but the ears of linx. Its body apeared to be mutated part way between human, bat and dog. Although its from was terrifying, it was the sight of the three inch long jagged claws upon its hands and feet, caked with my own blood that made my blood run cold. In an instant of horror I realised that it had been this creature that had wounded me; this creature that I had been running from and could get away from no longer; I realised it was this creature that would send me to my grave...
There's still more to this story, but I half to cut it off there for now because I have to go make a few calls. I'll come back to finish it when I get some more free time. Tootles,
Anthony
It's 1734 in the heart of Paris, France. I find my self walking down a coblestone street at night with only the moon and the yellow lights from a nearby brothel illuminating my path. After a few steps I realise that I'm limping and I'm out of breath. I look down and see that I'm wearing an italian tuxedo without the black over jacket. My pants are torn midway up the calf and dried blood has caused it to adhere to my skin. The left shirt-sleeve is completely ripped off only the frayed shoulder remains. My shirt which was obviously once white is now covered in dirt as if I had crawled out of a grave. I feel my face because it feels warm and wet. I find that there are to long gashes the length of my face from right temple across my nose to the base of my left ear. As I probe my injuries gently I realize there is something wraped in cloth in my hand. I stare at it oddly not remembering it being there before. Curiously I peel the matted cloth from the object it had hidden within its folds. It is a palm sized medalion. Circular-shaped and goledn with an iner core of some sort of green crystal. I stare at it, mesmarised by its beauty. As I turn it over in my hands I find there are foriegn markings etched into the gold on the other side. These do not appear to be of the original design for they were scralled and messy, contrasting to the perfection of the medalion's shape. At first I don't understand the markings, I can only tell that it is written in Latin. Then, as the moon seemed to move just so that it shone into the heart of the crystal the meanings of the words came to me. Without realising what I was doing I began to recite the words aloud understanding them as I spoke. "Beware that silverglass in the heavens; it calls to the creatures of the night, the demons of nightmares. Speak not the words of Lothenia infront of the emerald mage or you too shall be taken into the dark like the keepers who have come before." The words echoed inthe deserted street seeming to fill the air around me. I had spoken the words in Latin as if it were my native tongue. Bewildered I stared at the medalion wondering so many things my head felt fit to burst. But my thoughts were inturupted by a lurking fear that crept up my spine. I felt a familiar presence that harrowed me with fear and confusion. I could not place the feeling, but instinct told me I was in danger. No more than a few seconds after the fear registered I smelled an acrid odor of dirt and decay; felt hot and sticky breath upon my neck; and heard a deep growl that sounded as if it were the very earth moaning. Terrified and unable to stop my self I turned around only to be fiiled with the darkest horror any mortal has ever felt. There before me, no more than a few feet away, was a great beast. It stood on its hind legs but was bent over as if it were truely meant to stand on all fours. It had the snout and head of a wolf but the ears of linx. Its body apeared to be mutated part way between human, bat and dog. Although its from was terrifying, it was the sight of the three inch long jagged claws upon its hands and feet, caked with my own blood that made my blood run cold. In an instant of horror I realised that it had been this creature that had wounded me; this creature that I had been running from and could get away from no longer; I realised it was this creature that would send me to my grave...
There's still more to this story, but I half to cut it off there for now because I have to go make a few calls. I'll come back to finish it when I get some more free time. Tootles,
Anthony