In The Darkness
Jul 28, 2007 7:16:04 GMT
Post by aeroth on Jul 28, 2007 7:16:04 GMT
Inside of a hidden well, Aeroth’s breath quickened. She had never felt something like this before. Her insides squirmed, and her head buzzed with two voices that were not hers, one honey-sweet, the other bitterly distasteful, both female. A small scream escaped her lips. Her own thoughts raced, swirling between the thoughts of the other two, diving in and out, trying to remain her own person. The spell of comfort had failed. She was awake ahead of schedule.
“How was this possible?” she steamed inside of herself. At least she still looked 23.
“How much time has passed?” she silently wondered.
The voices buzzed. The mixture of thoughts was giving her a headache. She didn’t waste her time listening to what either voice was saying, it was hard enough to keep herself sane at this point.
Aeroth eased open her eyes, trying to calm herself as the voices screamed and argued. It was dark, a hard cold dark. She inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself.
The voices were still for a moment.
“You could just ask the trees above how long we’ve been here,” pointed out the sweet voice, “They could tell you, correct?”
“Perhaps you have something useful to say after all,” Aeroth thought with a slightly annoyed tone.
Sarcastic remarks came from the dark voice, both were sick of being overlooked. Aeroth paid no attention.
Muttering in a language unknown to few other than the royal family of MortGuls, Aeroth called upon a tree’s conscience to answer to her. It buzzed in humble acquiescence. Pleased, Aeroth asked how long she had been with the tree.
“106 years, silent and still,” was its answer.
Aeroth paused, letting the information sink in, while the buzzing voices continued to chatter.
A sudden scream in her head deadened the two voices.
“Ninety-four years short!?! Ninety-four! That’s at least ninety-four years of listening to you two I have to put up with,” Aeroth spat, seething. The plan failed, she was supposed to be protected from the beings locked inside of her. 200 years of being separated in a sleep like state was supposed to give her ability to overcome their powers, but now…there were ninety-four years she had to overtake them without being overtaken herself. Emotions swirled, the voices remained silent. “I’ve had it up to here,” without knowing if the two saw it from there state or in the hard dark, she motioned to just below the top of her head “with both of you and I haven’t spent even five minutes in your company yet,” Aeroth paused for a moment, stewing in her own emotions. “First things first, your names.”
“Say please,” said the darker voice annoyed at the command.
“Twynkl,” said the honey voice, “and my sister Shadoe.”
“Extraordinarily original, don’t you think?” asked Shadoe bitterly, “considering our powers to move lights and shadows, I’m so glad we were worth the effort of thinking up clever names for us.”
The two voices went on bickering.
Concentrating hard, Aeroth willed herself to reappear high into the branches of a tree. Even the dim light that fell through the branches was blinding, however, Aeroth soon adjusted. With a deep steady breath the smell of fresh blood and forest mixed with triumph and anguish filled her nostrils, a welcomed scent.
“This will be an interesting way to spend ninety-four years,” she thought, chuckling to herself, “I smell death and destruction. But there are interesting beings in their midst.” Aeroth’s face hardened. Demon stench filled her nose, but a different kind of demon. Disgust and fury skipped across her eyes. She quickly regained her stubborn and indifferent aplomb, but that was soon replaced by an unfamiliar lust. She gagged, the lust wasn’t hers, the thought of it was sickening, but it was in her all the same. As she poured over her thoughts, and into those of the voices, she tried to find which being that vile feeling came from. She inhaled deeply, trying to rid herself of the odor, something caught her attention, there was someone of more interest to her here, and with that she slid off into the trees as gracefully as a cat, both intrigued and highly irritated.
Slinking through the trees, following her nose, Aeroth came upon a clearing in the forest. There sat six figures, all distinctly interesting with varying amounts of appeal to Aeroth. Both sisters stopped at the sight, interest flooded into the three beings in Aeroth’s body as they all stayed silent. Aeroth was most intrigued by the only female in the area, watching quietly as she healed her comrades. Shadoe was fascinated with the male the reeked of demon stench, as well as the veiny one. Twynkl’s curiosity stretched to what seemed the youngest of the group, a boy. The silence held for a moment. Aeroth, slowly made her way out of the trees. The sisters in her head started bickering, but Aeroth paid them no mind.
“At least if someone reads my mind they can share in my headache for a while,” thought Aeroth.
As Aeroth’s small frame came into full view, she tried to speak but her voice got lost in her throat, 106 of no use, only a small almost inaudible noise escaped her lips. Instead of pushing her voice, which would return shortly, Aeroth smiled, trying her best to look both friendly but commanding. An odd expression reached her face from the effort. Exasperated at the futility of her efforts Aeroth inhaled, ignoring the scoffs from Shadoe and Twynkl, and broke the ice, more lamely than she would’ve hoped.
Head still raised high, “Hello,” was all she said, but it seemed to be enough.
“How was this possible?” she steamed inside of herself. At least she still looked 23.
“How much time has passed?” she silently wondered.
The voices buzzed. The mixture of thoughts was giving her a headache. She didn’t waste her time listening to what either voice was saying, it was hard enough to keep herself sane at this point.
Aeroth eased open her eyes, trying to calm herself as the voices screamed and argued. It was dark, a hard cold dark. She inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself.
The voices were still for a moment.
“You could just ask the trees above how long we’ve been here,” pointed out the sweet voice, “They could tell you, correct?”
“Perhaps you have something useful to say after all,” Aeroth thought with a slightly annoyed tone.
Sarcastic remarks came from the dark voice, both were sick of being overlooked. Aeroth paid no attention.
Muttering in a language unknown to few other than the royal family of MortGuls, Aeroth called upon a tree’s conscience to answer to her. It buzzed in humble acquiescence. Pleased, Aeroth asked how long she had been with the tree.
“106 years, silent and still,” was its answer.
Aeroth paused, letting the information sink in, while the buzzing voices continued to chatter.
A sudden scream in her head deadened the two voices.
“Ninety-four years short!?! Ninety-four! That’s at least ninety-four years of listening to you two I have to put up with,” Aeroth spat, seething. The plan failed, she was supposed to be protected from the beings locked inside of her. 200 years of being separated in a sleep like state was supposed to give her ability to overcome their powers, but now…there were ninety-four years she had to overtake them without being overtaken herself. Emotions swirled, the voices remained silent. “I’ve had it up to here,” without knowing if the two saw it from there state or in the hard dark, she motioned to just below the top of her head “with both of you and I haven’t spent even five minutes in your company yet,” Aeroth paused for a moment, stewing in her own emotions. “First things first, your names.”
“Say please,” said the darker voice annoyed at the command.
“Twynkl,” said the honey voice, “and my sister Shadoe.”
“Extraordinarily original, don’t you think?” asked Shadoe bitterly, “considering our powers to move lights and shadows, I’m so glad we were worth the effort of thinking up clever names for us.”
The two voices went on bickering.
Concentrating hard, Aeroth willed herself to reappear high into the branches of a tree. Even the dim light that fell through the branches was blinding, however, Aeroth soon adjusted. With a deep steady breath the smell of fresh blood and forest mixed with triumph and anguish filled her nostrils, a welcomed scent.
“This will be an interesting way to spend ninety-four years,” she thought, chuckling to herself, “I smell death and destruction. But there are interesting beings in their midst.” Aeroth’s face hardened. Demon stench filled her nose, but a different kind of demon. Disgust and fury skipped across her eyes. She quickly regained her stubborn and indifferent aplomb, but that was soon replaced by an unfamiliar lust. She gagged, the lust wasn’t hers, the thought of it was sickening, but it was in her all the same. As she poured over her thoughts, and into those of the voices, she tried to find which being that vile feeling came from. She inhaled deeply, trying to rid herself of the odor, something caught her attention, there was someone of more interest to her here, and with that she slid off into the trees as gracefully as a cat, both intrigued and highly irritated.
Slinking through the trees, following her nose, Aeroth came upon a clearing in the forest. There sat six figures, all distinctly interesting with varying amounts of appeal to Aeroth. Both sisters stopped at the sight, interest flooded into the three beings in Aeroth’s body as they all stayed silent. Aeroth was most intrigued by the only female in the area, watching quietly as she healed her comrades. Shadoe was fascinated with the male the reeked of demon stench, as well as the veiny one. Twynkl’s curiosity stretched to what seemed the youngest of the group, a boy. The silence held for a moment. Aeroth, slowly made her way out of the trees. The sisters in her head started bickering, but Aeroth paid them no mind.
“At least if someone reads my mind they can share in my headache for a while,” thought Aeroth.
As Aeroth’s small frame came into full view, she tried to speak but her voice got lost in her throat, 106 of no use, only a small almost inaudible noise escaped her lips. Instead of pushing her voice, which would return shortly, Aeroth smiled, trying her best to look both friendly but commanding. An odd expression reached her face from the effort. Exasperated at the futility of her efforts Aeroth inhaled, ignoring the scoffs from Shadoe and Twynkl, and broke the ice, more lamely than she would’ve hoped.
Head still raised high, “Hello,” was all she said, but it seemed to be enough.