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Token for the Ferryman
"The tomb, it is empty?" He asked, brows furrowed deeply into a groove that neither announces stress nor any particular sort of worry. No, he is simply thinking, tracing his fingers in the cold snow lying on a still colder rock. Everything seemed frozen here. Even time. And this why he does not like to come here often. Ever. Not since the last time ( Read more... ) -
Whispers in the Dark: Part II
Continued from Whispers in the Dark: Part I
Amelia's perspective
"Marriage is forged from love, purpose and trust. It is supposed to be strong as metal and yet is delicate enough that it needs to be nourished like a plant or it will wither away and die. It it nothing short of a miracle and therefore should be honored as a single most powerful bond in ( Read more... ) -
OOC: New Direction for Tenebrae Nostro
Amelia is over a millennia and a half old (apprx). There is not much that she has not done either in a community or any trails that I can put her through now that would not be seen as--redundant and recycled? Meaning that as a writer writing for an Elder, who is supposed to have all this experience and trials behind her, I can't have her be weak or ( Read more... ) -
Losing Time [Rough Draft]
What was the worse day of your muses life? For tenebrae_nostro
The blood drips slowly off the broadsword; the winter is so frigid as if to make the metal of it cold enough that the blood nearly freezes as it sluggishly reaches the tip. Amelia's black worn leather boots pound against the slick and slippery castle rock as she storms through the torch lit hallways ( Read more... ) -
Beginnings: Die Alive
Open up the night.
Led by just a feeling.
All around is light.
Everything is healing.
No more fate
and no more mystery.
Even as time falls away
I live my days
every moment and it's memory,
not only to survive: to die alive.
-Tarja
"So if I am to understand this, you will not let me live if I do not die? Is that the entirety of the so-called.... ( Read more... ) -
The Enemy of my Enemy is my...Enemy?
"More!" She growled out, shifting her head back to laugh throatily as the bitch tore at her flesh. You couldn't dig out silver nitrate though. Amelia's eyes gleamed like emeralds in the darkness as she narrowed them at her quarry. "Not one is to escape!" The Death Dealers crept through the sewer lines and Amelia personally escorted them this fine ( Read more... ) -
Changing Fortune
"You have served my purposes very well Ambassadors. One might say that I am indebted to you for your information and kind suggestions. I will take them to heart and be forever grateful for your time." Forever is a very long time. Amelia smiled warmly, remembering how it is that mortals need to feel that soft touch of heartfelt warmth that somehow ( Read more... )