Snow Queen White

[vehemence]

OOC: In response to the lack of RP-able threads: I present to all my own instigation. The italicized poetry lines are excerpts from T. S. Elliot’s The Waste Land.

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April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

April is also the saddest month, so dolorous and poignant. The transparent petals undulating against the wind, waging a precarious war. Lilacs scattered upon an open grave, feculent vultures feasting upon fetid carrion. Flowers of fugacious love, broken by a contumelious agelast. Wilting and dying, wilting and dying.

Memories are mendacious. You can never trust them, always be diffident. They prevaricate and jugulate until you are nothing more. Dust, arenose powders ground until invisible, carried off by a gust. Eventually, conglomerated into a single suffocating pother. Desires are not verities, must never adhere to them. Never, never! Exsanguinated and disintegrating…

Into nothing. Nothing remains after the roots are extricated. The inveterate inebriate cannot live without his dissipated alimentation. Oh, how greatly he ululates. Tears washed away by rain. He pleas for abeyance, but it does not arrive. Suffer the fools. Follies resulting from their own infirmities.

Winter, the majestic one who ensconces the world with her icy embrace. The precipices are indeed foudroyant with bodies hurled over promontories, tumbling down…down until they hit sea. Snow serves as a staple for the starving children, filling their bellies with noxious ice. They writhe in pain while others mock. All encountering the same inauspicious fate. Laughing and jeering.

The little life is extinguished.

The tubers are plucked by another.

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Persephone toils under the lurid sun, barefooted and bruised, but she persists with labor. She hunts with little thrill for an esurient lord. There must be something less trivial, less trite. She is almost a myrmidon, ignorant and empty. Abacinated by a recidivist, unjustly so. The relucent shield burning her from the inside out. Burden is a blessing.

Approaching and running tantivy, there is something…she waits and smiles. The moonglade illuminates her face. A rare effulgence glistens, soon to be smothered.

[Evagorn]

Damian stretches his hands up to the sky, and takes in the light as a blessing.

"Ah! The sun is so much better when its not covered by the wretched barrier of water! But it is bitter sweet, so hot and bright."

His eyes wandered, and he spied someone, toiling away. He licked his lips, his lust for fear was at a peak.

"Excuse me! You there!" He began to walk toward them, and removing one of his gloves.

[vehemence]

OOC: Um, this thread is set at night, hence the word "moonglade".

-V

[vehemence]

Persephone kicked up the waters, assiduously observing each speck splatter against the water. She was exhausted, but more importantly, jaded. Who was that insufferable that cretin calling her? No, must act civilized. Amenities, amenities.

“Have we met before?” she asked him, inspecting his appearance. Persephone was a most punctilious person, never making a final verdict parochially.

The wind blew through the trees, casting eerie, caliginous silhouettes of the willows upon her milky integument. Their leaves grazed against her bare back. She rose out of the water, pale tresses saturated and scintillating.

“I asked you a question. It’s uncouth not to reply.” There was a blithe malice etched in her tone. Nevertheless, she smiled. Amenities, amenities.

-V

[lark]

Lark rubbed her eyes sleepily. An edgy voice nearby woke her up from her spot under a nearby tree. She cast a blurry look over towards the sound and muttered, half-awake.

"Please shut up and let me sleep."

[Azure Sea]

OOC: Sorry Lark. I'm gonna have to give you a warning for your post. It's 38 words long. The minimum for an RP post is 50. >_< Be more careful next time, okiedokes?! =D

[Kinoko]

./OOC;` Eh. How awkward. Who to enter this thread...? Who's dramatic enough...? >>

It is indeed uncommon to espy Vincent Jacobson on an evening stroll. No, really, he might enjoy staying up until the crack of veritable dawn, but honestly, you didn't often see him leaving his house at night to go for a... stroll.

And you don't often see a bird within the confines of the Groves. How queer. And a human as well. A human girl. You don't often see a human sleeping so comfortably within demon territory.

"Good-" he cut himself off as a familiar chill ran through him. But the Wraith was dead...? He stared at the one other human in the outlandish armor with guarded distate. What was up with this person...?[/size]

[glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... and meet you at road's end...

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[vehemence]

There was a surfeit of particularly deplorable things in this world that made her retch, and insolent human females were included. Persephone reached for a pin ornamented with a kingfisher that was stuck haphazardly in her hair and threw it with superlative accuracy towards the human slumbering. She was inexplicably choleric and emanated pernicious wrath.

Someone else had arrived; a different scent lingered and penetrated the stillness of the ambiance. Someone she detested all ready. Persephone could see his lineament, though not completely able to distinguish it from the tenebrous drapes. Poor boy, there really was no need for a hecatomb tonight.

“Stop being a pusillanimous boar and show yourself,” she hissed. Honestly, her equanimity was unparalleled.

Minutes prolonged torturously, and the cicadas’ cadence stifled all thoughts from her mind. If he was intentionally being circumlocutions or laconic, there would be hell to pay. Tonight was the most unpropitious time to tempt fate. Injudiciousness, the folly of males.

OOC: Err, Kinoko... *shifty eyes* I have nothing against you, just your character Sorry.

-V

[Evagorn]

Hmm, it would seem our lonesome plans have been ruined, Damian.

"Nonsense," He said out loud. "The more the merrier I say." He bowed deeply. "Hello, my name is Damian, but you may call me," He rose and tipped his helmet, "The Wraith."

Underneath his helmet, he was frowning. This is going to be difficult, if one suspects foul play, they might interfere, the only way to accomplish anything in this situation is to somehow, get them all at once......... But how?

You are a fool, much less rational then my last host.

Anything else, ancient one?

Hahaha, no no, I wish you the best of luck in your, plan, hahaha.

"Yes yes, and I'll need it." He removed both his gloves and put them in a pouch he held. "I don't believe I've met, any of you." He chuckled.

OOC: Sorry, I saw sun in the top post and assumed And Kinoko, the new Wraith is a bird demon now, just making sure you know.

[vehemence]

Something fetid and friable... Persephone smiled incandescently, her frozen heart nearly warm. She offered a gruesomely white hand to The Wraith. The aberrantly long fingers appeared to be slightly incurving with jagged knuckles protruding against the flesh. Each microscopic vein twitched and became even more conspicuous.

“It’s a…pleasure to…meet you,” she strained out, intoning a more deleterious intent.

There was absolutely no movement from her as she fastidiously reconnoitered the vicinity. This was a purlieu of hers, and gradually, with the inhalation of elysian aroma, memories that had been repressed for so long start to resurface…

...dust. Galvanized insurrections. Imbroglios auguring ruin. Lament, you little fool! Insane, insane, insane! She had somnambulated through the majority of her life until now. An exhilirating sensation pulsing through the blood. However, revivification was not always a desired glory.

OOC: Evagorn, it's all right.

-V

[lark]

Out of Character: Oops, I didn't know there was a word limit. :] Guess I should read the rules more carefully huh?

Lark attempted to tune out the boring start of a conversation close by. It was really beginning to irritate her. After a day of being lost and wandering around in some lagoon-like place, she had finally given up on finding her way. Now with this commotion nearby, a well-deserved sleep seemed out of the question.

"I ought to teach whoever's talking a lesson. Interrupting the slumber of a growing kid... how cruel..." she muttered.

Digging around in her pocket, she extracted her pen and traced out a bunny with blue ink.

"Go tell whoever's around to be quiet," Lark said as the bunny scampered off quietly.

[Kinoko]

./OOC;` Blehhh... XD I do know, I approved of his character, didn't I? ^^ Vincent is assuming that the current Wraith is also a human and he can't tell through the funny magic. ^^ Just so you know. ^^

Vincent sighed, deciding that he couldn't exactly be choosy about company [not saying at all that he was actually looking for companions tonight, no, not at all] and was steeling himself to be at least distantly civil, at least until he could find some excuse to scurry away. Yes, that's right. He's trying to escape, got a problem with that?

The Wraith... "Don't touch his hand," he said sharply to the female bird, but made no physical effort to stop her. And where was that other human...? The girl? Strange person that was.

./OOC;` Larkyy... I dunno what to say about that rabbit... XDDD Next person can mention it. I'm bored... I want another character... >>[/size]

[glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... and meet you at road's end...

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[vehemence]

Everything has a nascence. Everyone has an inception. You are a thing, malformed and abominable. You wonder why we are oppugnant towards you. Perhaps you don’t, or engaged in some connivance or another. Heaven knows why. Go inquire her.

Her back became rigid, an enviable rectitude. The lithe deportment was no longer diffident, not even spuriously so, but lethal. She hissed, merely an exhortancy. Persephone revealed her tongue, fissilingual. A serpentine bird. Oh, the irony. There was no longer any mirth to her eyes, only obdurate savagery contain by personal inhibitions. She would feel no compunction if a dagger managed to serendipitously collide with his side. Persephone wasn’t quite tall enough to reach any higher, and certainly not willing to attempt an intrepid feat.

“Why? Is he diseased?” she remarked sarcastically. “I’d loathe it if I became ill. Insouciantly, I’ll repudiate the avian flu and sacrifice my life so that this fool can have it.”

Rain falling down, down…impacting with the little child below. She refused to breathe and drowned. The fillip, the fillip!

Decaying…

-V

[Evagorn]

Damian's mouth went slack, his eyes wide, pupils dilated.

"So, mournful, so, deep. This fear, it sustains me so." He started to cackle madly, "Oh this fear is so sweet!" He swept her up in his arms. "Oh my dear, I shall keep you and your precious fear close to me always."

Damian, what are you thinking?

"Come now, you must agree that no fear has ever tantalized you so!"

Hmm, this is true, she is so sad, yet her sadness feeds her fears. Hahaha, yes, take her with us.

"Yes, my dear, you shall please me so, and my madness can be quelled by your fear. Besides I don't think you enjoy these others company either." He glanced around, and noticed the small bunny, it looked, drawn?

"Hmm, very interesting." He stamped it out, "What a nuisance."

OOC: Bet you didn't see that coming,

[vehemence]

OOC: Err, no I most certainly did not anticipate that.

The rabbit perished. Incarnadine fluid imbrued the moss, sprinkling her skirts with viscous venom. She sighed. “You really are too presumptuous. Fear? Of what? You? Poor, despondent idiot. What do you take me for?” Her eyes coruscated vitriolically. Pestiferous reprobate.

No, mustn’t be invidious. Be provident, like you were. After a fortnight, he’ll be eradicated. Gone up on smoke, like charcoal fumes wafting higher and higher…till there’s nothing left, but crimson and alabaster. Alluring notion, isn’t it?

“A titillating transgression. Insinuations are not appreciated.”

And the little girl repined over her loss...

-V