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Confutatis the World Eater Posts: 179
Hidden Account atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.2hh :: 9 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Mongrel :: Common Kitsune :: Dark Illusions wanda
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02-23-2014, 09:44 PM (This post was last modified: 03-01-2014, 03:00 PM by Confutatis.)



In a time she did not know as morning or night, she yanked herself free of the suffocating earth's clutches, breaking out of a jail made of soil and rock to embrace the possibility of death and life in the world of ashes. And it was not meant to be: because she tore herself, reborn from a womb of lava, to scramble into the warmth of sunlight, the blinding sparkle of gold and aureate glittering off snow. It was with astonishment and elation that she looked upwards, brows curling down to shield her venomous eyes from the rays of Ra, and she laughed. It was a time of death, and here was light spitting in her face, caressing the shadows of her pale skull.

She sprang from the caves, and would not look back- she was certain eventually those crammed into the holes in the earth would trickle free of those horrific dungeons, and certainly her co-conspirator Tyradon was not one to lurk underground when he could scent liberty on the breeze. At her hooves her mongrel did race, scrambling over rock and fallen trunk, the sound of their feet a thunderin' tattoo upon the earth; they ran and galloped and loped until their coats were drenched in a lather of sweat, foam dripped down the harlot's flanks, and spittle had splattered her chest and forelegs until they burned with acid. They ran not for purpose but joy, mirroring the actions of a younger soul (unknown to them), their chests heaving and lungs grating and grinding! Life, at LAST, un-encumbered by always glancing over one's shoulder in case of foul beasts.

Eventually she eases off the vigorous pace, and as she does she senses the veils of decay and rot extending out from her, flickering tendrils of ruin and desecration, touching and poisoning what does not flee; Mongrel falls back to healthy distance, wary of her necromancy. She advances without fear- for what idiot would approach an embodiment of decomposition- and as she wanders, she catches a glitter of color and light.

She goes to investigate; what could there be in this desolate meadow, devoid of life-forms?

It is a rotunda.
It glitters and glows, glass shimmering and rippling with incandescence, brilliant like water reflecting the colors of a rainbow. Confutatis approaches, and a mouse crumples beneath weight of her black magic- as it festers, she moves away, leaving it for her kitsune to snap up as snack. There is a scrupulous tilt to her skull; her eyes narrow, and she rests eyes upon a boy, silver and onyx, slate and charcoal. Lips writhe into a smile; she halts, at healthy distance away, eyelids slithering shut over poisonous orbs. "It's brave for boys to be out alone without their mama by their side," she exhales, lids flicking upwards, her grin widening to leer. "I like brave boys."



CONFUTATIS


and when you meet me, you at long last acquaintance yourself with death in all its magnificent glory.



Join the Regime.
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Gold Filigree - by Reginald - 02-23-2014, 09:13 PM
RE: Gold Filigree - by Confutatis - 02-23-2014, 09:44 PM
RE: Gold Filigree - by Reginald - 03-03-2014, 09:30 PM
RE: Gold Filigree - by Reginald - 03-26-2014, 12:06 PM

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