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| The Total |)arkness of (arnal |)esires |
| "For therein lies the corruption of a world damned without its redemption. Therein lies the consumption of morals into oblivion's decay of total darkness." - Poe |
| ...A soul's Stricken Farewell... |
| ���-�-��� Succubus - Angel ���-�-��� ...More Succubus then Angel... - |-|ybrid - |
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| The shadows writhed in quiet complaint of the being that slid among them, form tasseled by their senseless motions of corrupt and destitute rebellion. The light shrank away and recoiled from the being, as though its very existence and life depended upon strict avoid- ance of the creature, and anything to do with it. Indeed, as that insidious gaze cast from molten gold and infernally shifting quicksilver-marred russet cast from the blinding heat of the greatest star in the sky itself shifted over the lands, everything seemed to shrink aback and cower before a force yet unreckoned with. And indeed, it was for those very impassible beings of inky black that so dominated the world of |\|ight that she was named. Despite the luscious hue of deepest blood tainted burgundy that writhed among those silk spun strands of feathery hair, )v(akura she was and had always been. "Total Darkness." And yet..when a single languid step shattered the veil between the shadowy world of incorporeal machinations and the light strewn one just past, nature herself let out a slowly rippling sigh of relief, a single shoulder of the lithe femme falling to seek purchase upon the wall at her side. \\'hy.. the supple femme seemed almost delicate..flower-like. Surely no sort of viable threat to anyone. Yet an almost mocking glance from those devilishly tainted hues was cast by the young femme toward the shadows, even as though she were reprimanding the world itself for its lack-luster appreciation for her being and presence. Looks, after all, could be so deceiving. Her back, however, was adorned by twin frameworks of delicate ink-enshrouded pitch, the pinions' depths of impenetrable black devoiring what light there was. Now and again the wind would whisper treasonously through them as they rubbed upon one another, the softly silken murmurs betraying the course, soft velvet that textured each and every ebony dipped feather. Steps carried on their ludicrous path over the parched and grass smitten grounds for what seemed hours, but was perhaps but a span of minutes or so. Crossing an unmarked border to gain purchase upon the heavy leaden concrete and cobbles of the sidestreets, the rusted light from a rickety lamppost fell to ignite strands which the light seemed so intent on staying away from. The wavering silk threads were an impossibly deep wine, before the crystal goblet of Cabernet was held to the light, it would possess a hue so deep it was almost black, the color of blood deeply within the veins before it was split. Such was the tone of the young female's shimmering cascade of hair, which insisted upon tapping into whatever reserves of shadow there were to draw invisible strength from their presence. And yet the fiery expression that slid in slow circumference about those tenebrous streetcorners and back alleys was hardly one whose )v(astery dominated the shadowy wraiths whose entrailing tendrils she called home. Nae, her element was not one of such widespread existence. Although it was and would always be an (-lement. And perhaps it was for a single aspect of that "element" and the emotions it governed that she, and her family, had been named. For what first name ever grew without a last? No, she was Retsujou as well. "Carnal Desire." A faint smile momentarily touched those poison tainted tiers of the femme, who had taken up her sentinel post near the inner commons area of the small town, hues grazing over the summit of a nearby cathedral with an ironic smirk. The sun that finally deigned with hesitant wariness to trail its rays over her seemed to ignite hidden hues of flayme that held feathery strands of hair enraptured by its ephemeral glow, which shifted in time to their own decadent tune. No move was made to announce a presence to those who passed her by or neared her at close proximity.. as if any cared enough to take note, it was all the better for them. Licentious intents and lascivious machinations were hardly bound to be contained, and yet it would always do well that she was not left here to her own vague intents. Yes, better she be greeted as friend, then allowed to wander as foe. Right? |
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