Figment of the Ocean's Imagination

My Dad Can Beat Up Monsters

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 17:13:16 GMT

Hall of the Mountain King

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 17:12:06 GMT

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Attention became acute, so sharp and poignant that it dripped down the back of her throat with a scent of fresh vomit. Quickly away fled the vision of her loved one, feeling the waft of a slight breeze as he twisted in the ropes above her. Carcass. The taste of that word inched itself deep down into the bowels of her gut, forcing a shudder and muffled wail to answer. Green, braken.

Light shifted. Sound of a car coming to a halt just beyond the paper thin walls. Feet echoing down a long walk and further, further further further further! Mixing with the shift of weight around her. Click of long unclean nails tiptapping against the grit of the cement, dull only when it met the quiet drying blood that puddled about her curled, shivering body. She was a void in his life. When she pulled her out from under the carcass of her lover, there would be nothing but an empty place. How horrible was that? In all those swiftly fleeing years of being together, the only thing she was was the spot where blood did not seep.

She heaved, feeling the warmth, spotty heat pour from her chest and throat, nasty chunks of dinner curdling in her throat as she allowed herself think about it. But this was better than what was around her, watching with beady eyes and crack clawing gums of mirthful desire to rip little bits of flesh from bone, oh how so sweet you are?. A shivering of scales that moved as a neck turned, and weight of more stares fixing upon her shuddering, pale form. Watching how the rope bit and dug deep into the flesh of her thighs, numb fingers swollen and useless. How much longer was she going to be here...

"Oh Princess and... Ahah! Oh Princess and Prince Charming, no more oh ho. We have tastey treat for HIM, oh yes, He will be happy with us." Feathers and claws and scales moved, wraith shivering sounds of animals agreeing with the cringing sharp voice.

Her jaw worked around the cloth shoved down her throat, trying to loosen something so she could scream her rage back at him, weak and feeble that it would be if she ever managed to.

Instead, she merely lay there shivering under a carcass. He'd been dead for no more than an hour now...

Echos all around her. Below the whispers, far under the scrapes of mice chittering in the shadows, she could hear echos slithering along. Memories, knife pricks, needle stitches, rope being tightened by long knackering fingers. No more drips. That had fallen silent finally. The last few drops had curled down her arm, red, white... red... white.

Green light.

Street lamp filtering in through the tinted glass, cobweb dusty. Warehouse. Docks? Her mind reeled away from the thoughts she wanted to worry about. Became pragmatic, logical. Plot where she was so that when she got loose she could come crawling back with help to raze this place into ash. No! Do not think about not escaping, there was a way out of this. Blithering sucking of air down her nose, she could smell her puke in her throat as the warm air shifted into her lungs.

It could be easy enough. Someone had to be missing her by now. They'd skip around to the bars, follow the breadcrumb trail if the pidgeons had not devoured them, talons and beaks peckpeckpeck. PECKPECKPECK. Gurgling, trapped, bubbling over dinner, her body revolted yet again and through the shoved deep cloth errupted a howl belikes none other uttered before from her swollen throat. Pain lashed, licked, nails scrittered and scratched bloody against her flesh as she thrashed feebly. A hundred hundred crows. Peck peck peck, giggle.

"Pretty girl." Coocooed a voice. Same as always, perhaps the only one of the goblinesque creatures with their slime dripping teeth that knew how to speak tongues? Scales and brimstone, her body bled, ached, raw scrapping of flesh as she slid across the concrete. Sweat and tears, blood drying, crackled her hair as it was plucked away from her brow, smoothed away with cool fingers. Jarring, her jaw taunt and neck stretching. Green light flooded through the blinding hemp bound tight to her eyes, seeing nothing but shadows of a hand blocking the light with long, long fingers. The sudden niceness made her want to howl out again, and thrash til something broke inside. Snap crack... "Soon soon, this be ending soon yes, oh ho oh! You will love us then, wish us back, yes yes. Wish we strung you up for dessert next to your Prince, yes! But He will be happy with you, oh ho!"

Dancing voice, lilting, turning this way and that along brilliantly fluted tongue so that it was near music to her ears. So much bloodpoundedintoherskullshe wanted to die again and again. But under the flesh, crawling, slithering like another self the need to escape. Hope.

The last bit that would keep her sane.

No more blood.

Dance, twirling golden spilling of light corded under by the strings of a quartet. Hiden from sight. Delicate glasses spun around tips of fingers as couples moved through the grand room. No walls anywhere in sight. Light ethereal and sloshing in a drip of mist that curled around pointed toes. Women spun, men laughed. Hands grasped, threw away again, next person one after the next. Bleak eyes, brimming mouths full of drink and bemusement. Faster faster faster. Gloves grasped a hand, a gasp exploded from lips as she stared upwards. Black eyes peered down.

A smirk drew her in.

No more she had refused them all after him. Sharp glances, whispers under breath, a firm hand pressing her into the center of the room. Soul devoured swiftly, enraptured. A purr dripping from her lips with her words as she was lead into the dance. All around were looks. Scathing. Hungry. Dream unfolding, dampness against her skin. Warmth of the step coating her skin, offered to seek outside taken...

Had she ever learned his name?

Under the giggling of the madmen, hair bristled and ragged, standing on end and biting off sharp white teeth into depths of rounded flesh.

That moment she released the hemp mask had been plucked away, tossed, disgarded. Fingers curled about her head, turning slowly so that she had to look up. Thumbs pressed open her eyelids. Just the very edge of the lurid flesh that pulled into a ridged brow, smell of death on lips as he asked her to watch.

Rip, torn, shred, yank. Fingers buried into meat. That's all he was to her now. A nameless hunk of meat.

Black eyes, dim, staring down at her, mouth still open in the very last scream he had made before they had torn life from his breath. No blood. Flesh parted, spewing forth black and brown, tinged red lacey meat was strung from fingers to body. A hundred lines of thread, as if he were no more than some doll to pull apart and try again. Her chest was hurting.

Dry eyes, wanting so badly to scream, she finally began to struggle, limp body fat with numbness in the goblin's pressing grasp. Neck exposed, long, swallowing bile that gurgled up from her heaving stomach as one reached forward with a shiny nail and flicked a broad smile across her Prince's.

Teeth beamed down her. Eyes still stared, watching her. Acusing her.

HER fault.

She was the one they wanted. He was food. Hands reached into cavity, drew forth extra pieces of meat, swallowed hole. Sicking chomp of wet mouths, working, swallowing down into their gaunt bellies. Scales and raptor sneers, extra long fingers bickering, tinkering with the skin. Checkmarked skin as they played a game.

A Place Where We Belong

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:49:18 GMT

Almost as if part of a dream...

Another commissioned small painting - gouache, watercolor 4x6

Warmth of Hands

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 02:40:50 GMT

one of the small commissions I picked up last week...

wanted this pose, in warm colors http://fallenlights.net/gallery/traditional/ever_reaching.jpg

Photoshop Magazine Tutorial

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 13:50:44 GMT

A while back I was asked to do a tutorial for a photoshop magazine (yea, me, who rarely does anything digitally!)

make a wish

that's the issue for this magazine. it's already out in Barnes & Noble, and Borders to flip through since the site doesn't show more than a blurb, but I'll scan it in when I get my copy:)

it's a tutorial for Goddess of the Evening Star, which was tough, since I did not have an unflattened image to back out through and pick apart, so I kind of redrew a few areas.

last call!

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 22:31:18 GMT

Last call for Christmas Cards! I don't mind sending one out overseas either!

If you want one, either leave a message here with address (they'll be screened) or email me at laura@fallenlights.net

pile of WIPs

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 02:17:21 GMT

sketches for the batch of commission i just put a notice out for last weekend.

http://fallenlights.net/WIP/magichands-handsface.jpg

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 14:24:10 GMT

ugh...

I hate putting together Christmas Lists.

I have two things.

TWO.

...That's pretty much it.

green man

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 13:06:49 GMT

not sure if it's evident in here what i'm thinking... but death/rebirth is where I'm going... might change things around, but yea...

Commission Update/Holiday Card

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 15:07:12 GMT

Alright, since I know how my workflow usually is (plus HomeDepot stuff)... I am no longer taking commissions with deadlines of the holidays. Going to see where I am mid-December with the book to see if I need to put a hold on any new commissions - other than small paintings/drawings - up through the end of Feburary.

Still tinkering over something for the Christmas Card, but if you'd like one this year, email me your address > laura@fallenlights.net

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My Dad Can Beat Up Monsters - sketches, Due beginning of March

Mini-tree painting

Mini-unknown painting

Green Man, large painting

Sold The Bear Who Ate Too Many Stars (yay! I love getting paintings homes), possible hold on The Black Tree.

My Dad Can Beat Up Monsters

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:48:31 GMT

http://fallenlights.net/battlelogs/monsters/morepage.jpg

sloppy kissesss

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 04:01:16 GMT

rawr.

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 13:26:38 GMT

Erg..

I need to learn how to draw goblins that do NOT look like Pui Mun's or Froud's...

*prods her drawings*

stock

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 13:35:24 GMT

well, maybe this'll get me out of the house more and shoot pictures, LOTS of trees and such, plus some burial grounds, in this area.

shadowgirls-stock.deviantart.com/

7am

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 13:49:07 GMT

Debating on doing a 'stock' photo gallery on DA... I've so many random pictures, they should be used for something..

Hmm.

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 23:11:04 GMT

I think after lowering the price twice on this painting (I painted it about 4 years ago), then having someone go "Oh, that's a great price for this!" ...and not buy it in the end, it's time to take one of my favorites off the market and put it up on my wall where no one but I can keep it >_>

faerie queen take 99

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 03:14:04 GMT

so the other one isn'tw orking out at the ratio I started on paper, so it's a redo from start.

And to quote my husband after I whined about it still not working, he goes "So just do it 30x's over like you always do on your best pieces."

>_> I love that man to death!

I've now got three different sketchbooks going on. One for Arkadia (which I need to move all this fairy queen stuff over too, I suppose). My regular stuff sketchbook (finally full, new one will be broken in probably this week... have some dragons I want to draw.) and one for the childrens books. I feel slightly organized!

Got a filing cabinet the other night :D it TRIPLES as a countertop for Moo's other monitor, a book shelf (room for a whole box of books I bet) and has filing drawers, awesome :D Solid wood, all for like 450 + tax + shipping. Gotta love clearance sales at furniture stores for redmodeling.

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 22:53:51 GMT

uh... ERK?

Who here uses companies to do their printing of images? Who do you use for INTERNATIONAL shipping? Cause mpix dropped their 14.95/canada and it's now 30.00... No thank you! :(

My Dad Can Beat Up Monsters

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 22:37:44 GMT

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 14:53:20 GMT

Ugh.. I hate it when I loose purpose in a painting.

So... do I start over, or do I work on something else instead? :(

edit/ nm.. figured out the problem. redo from start!

Into the City - Survival

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 20:42:31 GMT

Bustle, shoving of limbs, a rough scrap of cloth sliding across her face as she was jostled into someone else. So many people were crowding forward, taking up every last inch that they could and then shoving their children into the slight gaps the larger bodies made. Crushed tight between a fat woman and a sobbing child with drool and snot pouring out of every hole of it's face, and some man that was grumbling, muttering, insane jibberish at anyone that so much as glanced his way. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment to clear her head. Hands all over the place, she could feel them wiggling against her, pushing her forward harder until she kicked the heel of some rich dotty thing and her snapping pup. Oh gods, please let me get out of here alive, she whispered to who ever was wanting to listen at the moment. I'll do anything, please, just let me get loose! The crowd shoved her forward again, and she did all she could to keep from dropping to hands and knees.

To tumble to the ground now would be her death.

Jerking her head left and right, she popped open her eyes to find somewhere to squeeze into. There! Gasping in foul stench of bodies, she slammed against the fat woman, sending her reeling back into a younger man with a weird accent. They both stepped on someone's foot and for a moment, she was pleased by the spiraling chaos she managed to create. But, she'd won a new spot, no more crazy man and the baby with drool foaming at the mouth. Others were doing the same, a constant sea of change as they pushed and pulled at one another. Reduced to a squabbling mad, raving monster of need. An elbow gutted her and she let out a loud ooph!, nearly whirling in reflex to slap her hand across a face, but she was trapped again, wedged into another body. Had she managed to get forward even a little bit?

More crowd was piled in, frantic sound of feet shuffling, people howling. No silence anywhere. Fear stank to the high heavens, and she had a weird feeling that the gods were infact listening, but teaching their stupid flock a lesson.

A clang rang, vibrated clear and loud over the din of the crowd, and for two blessed seconds, there was nothing but silence. No one moved, all turned their eyes forward and up. But a swell rushed forward as they realized what that noise had meant. Louder this time, the howling turned into whispers of prayer as more and more people realized that there was probably no way they'd get ahead of anyone else.

It was then that she got herself a grand idea.

Laughing a little, she grabbed someone's hair, her foot lifting to kick into a gut. Up up. She hooked her arm about a neck and hoisted small self. Up up! Her other foot wedged into a belt and she was finally at adult head level and could see naught but more and more people than ever imaginable. Hands pushed and she wiggled faster, not wanting to let anyone else figure out what she was up to. Sneaky little thing, she patted herself on her back if she wasn't still climbing up onto shoulders.

Without care, she launched herself forward, abusing the people with her feet as she ran and ran. Moving sea of life, hands trying to grab her and yank her back down, people snapping that it wasn't fair, what did she think she was doing, and hey! You get back here or they'd kill her. Scrappy, thin and starved, the girl stuck her finger out at all of them and kicked her foot into someone's nose, sending them reeling backwards to crash and disturb the jam packed bodies. Too bad for them, they couldn't think of a way to get themselves closer, she was going to be smarter than the whole.

Hands jerked her satchel out of someone's grubby fingers, not stopping this time to give them a bloody nose. It was becoming a race to the death. Another clanging sent the people wild, and screams began to explode far behind her. Strange little popping sounds as voices cracked. Dared not to look.

Hugging her bag of this and that, she danced from shoulder to head to shoulder, ever closer to the black iron gates that rose heavily before all of them. Massive walls that tried to reach the sky, bristling high up in the stark daylight. So many guards... She jerked her eyes away from where she was not really going and glanced forward, picking out her path with nimble thought. Catcalls arose as she drew nearer the gates, chest heaving, heart pounding in fear. Eyes wide, she scrambled more, feeling more hands try to stop her as she cut off their chance.

Whispering one last thought of a wish, she hurled herself forward and dropped heavily to the earth.

Another clang.

Gears began to click, tock, tick... slow rusty gates began to lower. Red dust filled the air.

People screamed.

Faster, faster. She kicked off the ground and again threw herself forward, sliding along rough stone, feeling flesh scrape and bleed. Glad for the pain, her hands slapping down on the streets, forcing herself back to her feeet as she ran. Guards howled out at her but she ignored them as much as she ignored every last person behind her.

More and more screams began to fill the air as behind her the earth shuddered, heaved. The gate had come crashing down. Flesh had burst under the iron rods, blood dripping off of faces staring into the city they were denied. She slowed as she turned, glancing behind her, then coming to a complete and utter stop. Chest heaving for dry air, eyes watering, everything inside of her burning up from her mad dash. Pale faces, dark faces, scared faces... Hands slapped at the gates, people begged, whined, screamed in anger.

It was so loud, her hands pressed to her ears as they wailed in fear. Confusion swallowing the crowd, others that had made it through stopped as well, staring at the large gate, watching people try to squeeze through the iron rods. Stepping over dead, pierced bodies, fingers rubbed to stubs as they tried to pry them open, only to be climbed upon. More and more pressed to the gates, bodies were crushed. More blood spilled, bones splintered. Those that made it stared, watching in stunned silence as the world beyond the gate.

Another shudder. The heavier, solid grinding of gears chugging the secondary doors slowly shut. Oak, iron, stone, full of carvings of glyphs, protective whispered secrets that would keep everyone within safe.

And when the silence finally came, no one moved. Minutes later, sound rushed over the skyward walls, surging like swollen waves. Howls of the dying, blaming their kind for leaving them.

She glanced about. Ragged, but strong. Healthy... No one that stood there with her with fear on their faces, shock at the day finally upon them unfurling swiftly without thought.

Survival.

They'd done as Nature commanded, and survived. No matter what it took.

Closing her eyes a moment, trying to find that calm center, but failing. She'd done what she had too.

Glancing about at all the others. Seeing the same question on their lips, she could not help but whisper faintly, hugging her satchel against her chest.

"Now what?"

And knew the answer, just as they did the moment she asked. We live.

faery queen

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:49:55 GMT

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:00:07 GMT

Faery Queen

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 18:40:39 GMT

Below the streets filled with noise and smell, deep under the tunnels where trains surged through, far below the passages that carried power and water and sewage. Deeper still, where rodents dared to not go unwillingly, grubs and earthworms feared for their lives. Trees refused to let their roots travel so far into the bowels of rich earth, dark with blood of lives stolen away. Where time had no meaning and those that did survive down there cared not for the workings of anything but their own devises.

Dark, damp. Sweet, sweet rot filling nostrils, the scent of roses wafting on the second breath, taken away swiftly on the third. Realizing with the pungent aroma was that of copper. Sharp tang that flavored all their food laid out upon monstrous carved tables, grinding of bone for spice. Never utterly silent, somewhere within the rooms that infested the earth was always a moan or a whimper, a scream of pleasure or a cry for more pain. Just under the humming of the earth itself, rumbling as it moved along through time, a deep base vibrato that could only be felt with fingers pressed deep into her soil.

Scurrying, chattering, bowing, scraping. All this was hers.

Well...

Brilliant, sharp sharp witted eyes opened a little, feeling the dream of bodies writhing around upon her fading into the pressure of pale fleshed bodies sleeping all around her. Soon it would be all hers.

She swallowed the craving for more.

Minutes passed, letting herself enjoy the warmth of the flesh that had been offered to her to pass the evening before dinner. Soaking in the sound of flesh rubbing against cloth, a few of them still wearing some article of clothing, she decided as a zipper was tugged absently in someone's sleep. Dreaming of hands sliding, mouths being used for something other than eating, breathing or talking, of limbs knotting and unable to tell which was one's own. They all were hazy still, sharing the emotions of the others, devouring the last flavor of ecstasy that hovered just above their heated flesh. She could feel skin against someone else’s; felt a whimper growing in her throat from another's hand still plucking away between legs. As long as they all had skin contact, the dreaming they had been guided into by her powers would ride them until she grew weary of it all.

In all the darkness and glowing pale flesh, she was still craving something else. Tired perhaps of being only in charge of her small pittance of creatures, eyes closing halfway as her imagination surged forward, letting her wonder what it would be like to have no one to press brow to marble for, offering promises. Ones that had to be kept in fear that her hide would be stripped from bone.

Not yet though. Soon, soon...

She still did enjoy the quiet of her rooms, the free time to enjoy her creations without the pressure of ruling with an iron fist over the mass of her earth dwelling kind. Now she did not have the constant need to look over her shoulder and kill anyone that looked at her wrong. That would come with power, teaming with fear that someone like herself was whispering to shadows, coiling them under graceful fingers until they burst with pleasure by merely looking at them.

Her thoughts slid back into the gutter as she felt a hand fumble around the bit of lace caught between soft thighs. Eyes opened fully, head turning to peer over her shoulder at one of her creatures, dark gaze staring back up at her. A soft voice, low and soothing hushed the spiny creature, fingers lifting to run along its ridged back as if unraveling feathers in order for it to fall asleep again. Something was waking them, causing them to stir from the dream she had cast about the bodies, making them agitated.

"What is this?" a purr licked up her throat, watching the pale thing writhe a little at her giving him notice, cooing under the brush of fingertips dipped in black lacquer. No words answered her, most of her pets she did not gift with speech, preferring to only hear gurgling mewls of animals found in the depths of woods, burrowing of skin against other skin, always craving warmth of touch. "Such a pretty one," this was her favorite at the moment, large luminous eyes full of intelligence, knowing all around what was happening. Long limbs and delicate fingers, a whip of a tail that she liked curling about her leg when she let him claim her for the night. "But we are awake too soon... are we not?"

Eyes watched, she felt other attention draw towards them, scales and flesh and claws moving as if a snake's nest awakening. All eyes peering upon the two, hands moving to reach and brush against their maker's legs and arms, nails scratching through her long, long hair. Wanting her to ask them as well.

"Why are we awake so soon, pretties?"

Black stares, green gazes, purple and silver all watching every move. Fluttering flesh shifting, the warmth growling around all of them as they slipped from the dreaming state, murrring pleasantly when they heard her speaking to them all. So many silent creatures surrounding her, tossled in bed. Some slipped careful fingers along her arms, down her legs, around her stomach, while her prettiest pet finally slipped the strand of lace from between her thighs. It knotted around long fingers, keeping it close to him as he looked upon her, waiting for an answer she was not sure she had.

Hands slowed, bodies stopped trying to press against her warmth, and she rose to rest her weight upon an elbow. One slithered under the new space, becoming a pillow for her to lounge against, making her feel more and more like the queen she would become one day. She waited a moment, clearing all her thoughts of foul little ideas of how she could go about poisoning the current queen, feeling a strange pulling from the other side of her thick oak door. All her creatures turned as well, letting out a singular hissing, feeling her agitation rise like a swelling of a sea wave, unsure of when it would crest and slam into the pearly white sands of a beach.

"We will find out one day, pretties, won't we?" A hand played within her hair, giving it a gentle pull, some teeth found purchase against her breast, and she glanced down at her prettiest of pretties. Her hand slipped along the back of his head, eyes fixing to the door again, waiting for that moment she knew a hand would lift to knock.

"Enter."

The hand knocked, pausing on the second downward stroke, realizing she had given her permission. A calm face waited, even with all the bodies draped across her, claiming her skin, becoming a living sheath of armor against whomever was pushing the door open. Teeth fled her body but she held back her sigh of disapointment. His head turning to regard the pixie sized girl that slipped through the small crack she had made, door closing with a gentle click behind. Fingers quit their stroking and plucking, leaving her in a very still pile of white flesh.

"Mistress?"

"The Queen, she wonders why you are still here, not at the party?" every word practically a nervous question, probably some new child to the realm being trained for servitude at the foot of the Queen. A new toy that would be denied to her. Anything that the Queen laid eyes upon, she was forced to give over. Wanted to apease the great mistress and show how much she was a wonderful servant.

Her hand curled tightly about the ridged spine of her creature, and with that movement, the writhing mess around her began again. Slinking, sliding, parting limbs about one another and no longer caring there was a child staring at them with large eyes. She reeked of sunshine and warm mulch, a slave then, stolen away to be slowly twisted into a boiling callous of hatred for the Seelie. Abandoning her to this fate without so much as a fingered lifted to sweep her back into their protection.

There was a tongue lashing, a tail tightening, and she was unable to keep herself from throwing her head back and releasing a moan to the ceiling of black lace and bloodfilled spiders. More and more the sound grew as the rest of her kin joined in the calamity, aching desire that they all had denied themselves through out the long days of dreaming. Suddenly, it ended. A trailing hiss that echoed throughout her cavernous maw of a bedroom, spilling lust and need over her satin sheets, upon the vast carpet so plush it was like walking through sand and warmth. Hands clutched at various parts, where every they could touch, all joined still with one another. Her eyes dropped again, lips parted to suck in a sticky breath of sweet air, looking upon the girlchild as if realizing she had not answered her question yet.

Long limbs unfolded from her bed, creatures sithering away to give her room. Her favorite slipped after her, his long tail hissing as it bit against the weaving, black talons delving into the carpeting, his hands reaching for a discarded robe to slip about her tall slender form. Modesty perhaps? Habit to try and shield the eyes of the girlchild who had just witnessed far worse?

"I merely overslept."

It was a cold answer, fingers knotting the silk robe about her long waist, motioning her to deliver her message. She would be there, but did not consider the night important enough to remove herself from her dreaming any sooner.

Glistening, the rest of her bed, stared up at her. "No no, you all may stay here for as long as you wish, or you may come with me. As you desire." Her fingers slipped around her prettiest of them all, the door clicking softly once the girl realized her only answer would be that she overslept. Leaning in, she ran the flat of her tongue along his cheek, tasting sweat that dewed upon his pale flesh, mewling quietly into his ear.

He, though, had to go with her.

Tail slinking along her leg as he followed closely behind her, distracting her to give him more attention. But, she had fed desire, and her magic poured outwards, illusions. Her hair she left loose, glossy and flowing down her spine as her robes inked around her, changing into a dress that clung thinner then a layer of spider webs, showing every dip and swell she had to offer.

Strange though, she let slip into her mind as she drifted through the halls, weaving her way to the surface and soon the party above, feeling the pulse beating down through the sewers and train tunnels.

The girl coming to her door wasn't what had awoken her from years of dreaming.

...what did?

As each step was taken, her dress shifted more. Along her arms cords coiled tightly about, weaving a pattern upon her flesh, melting into her pale pale skin of old ivory. About her neck thrust outwards quillions, feathers of long dead birds, stained deep red. The sound of gentle chain filled the air as layers upon layers of fine, tiny links slipped down her long legs, becoming that of a skirt in some design. Hiding everything but with another step, all could be seen. A thrust of sound, hissing and shimmering with each gracefully gliding step. Her feet remained bare, prefering the touch of cold stone under her toes.

Behind her came her male, his tail whipping this way and that, large eyes following her every move, every intake of breath, ever quiver of flesh. Trailing after him a few others had left the warm comforts of her suite, climbing over each other to be in front, and with each slow step, another would shove into place.

Darkness trailed by light, a parade of creations walking behind their mistress who seemed so alone even within the comforting stare of her things. Small creatures, birdlike beaks, long tails, or just miniture humanoids with eyes too stark to consider having much thought other than lust and cravings.

Oh what a sight it was when she finally drew herself into the dance, the marble under her feet writhed, ringing as if she stepped into a shallow pool of water. Her creatures stepped on only solid veined marble, reflecting their white bodies in the faint light. Glowing with after effects of their years of holding off pleasure and releasing all at once in a screaming of noise.

The dancing she kept away from, knowing this glamour well, though of a different stock of her own personal tastes. She did not bother trying to part the crowds or send out catcalls for attention. A few scurried passed her, no hand lashed out to stop and make them bow before her. Nothing but merely walking across the room as if not really there, enjoying the smells of lust, acidic and delightful, filling her nose with each little scent.

A call arose, Court being drawn to attention. Right on time, she mused, wondering if the Queen had sent the girl to save her hide from a whipping. Well... a promise no pain would be given to her if she was not present this night. Some more fledglings ran around her, darting under her arms, sending her thin whips of chains about her legs dancing.

The dark, dark room where no light wished to be, forced to glow upon the grand spiraling throne of their Queen, knights in spiked black armor keeping watch around her, eyes out to the crowd. Dark eyes, pale eyes, slender and fat. Before the throne and the reflection of the Sidhe into the depths of the marble was a large clearing, about that was the crowd clamouring for seats. As they thrust to and fro, here she performed a little of her own power, thrusting outwards with a mental shove against their wiggling bodies, giving her passage through to the emptyness.

Fueled by the night's magic, her passage continued across the marble slowly, each step as if she were disturbing water. No one else here could do that, stone to liquid and back again once her small train of creatures filed after her. When she paused -- her long quills about her neck quivering, rasping and hissing in time with the stilling motion of her chain skirt -- the creatures that were her own tumbled and made themselves into a writhing pile of childlike, but silent bodies. Her favorite crooned, pressing against her back, tail slipping under her skirts as she stared up at the slender Queen.

No other could do as she did.

A silence fell over the nobles as she merely stood there, staring upon the woman that was in her path to become the next ruler. White Queen looking upon the Black Queen.

Rivals.

Sisters.

Mirrors.

Long was the moment as she forced her power to ripple over the crowd, the shockwave of her long years of Dreaming spilling across the crowd, sending out waves of lust and pain. Catcalls, howls, moans and wetness building before she finally dipped her head ever so slightly, eyes dropping for the sparest of moments to the ground, then up again. That was all she was required to give, and each time it took her long and longer to perform obstinance.

"Sister."

"Sister..." she mewled back in answer, for the tail of her creature was sliding higher, brushing across overused dips of her body.

"Now that you are here..."

"Let us begin?" Her eyes turned, glancing about the crowd.

Hall of the Mountain King

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 18:05:27 GMT

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...continuing from.

Numbness everywhere but her head, hardly feeling fingertips any longer from how tight the ropes had snapped about her delicate wrists. Thighs were fleshy white, felt puffy from the slow flow of blood that ebbed through her cut off veins. She doubted that even if she did manage to free herself, her first step would be to crash down to the floor again. Useless. Fuzzy inside, hard and cold without. Through the loose blindfold, she could see the shadows of her lovely swinging back and forth in the murky green haze. A carcass was what they'd whispered to her.

"Nothing but drying meat for our jaws to grind upon, teeth to rend through flesh," clattered their tusks as they giggled, taking turns with the rope. "Maybe we feed upon you next, while you still alive, yes? He we suck dry when dead, oh ho oh." Grizzle and grime, they laughed with raspy voices, talons stroking against her jaw as the other worked on looping the rough rope about her ankles. "But we save you, oh yes we do. We get in trouble if aaaanything happen to sweet dear girl. We give you as present, oh oh oh! What a grand present we give, back into favor you shall bring us."

Back and forth they sang in their dirty voices, rattling bones and bristles shaking as they hopped from foot to foot, tossing the rope from hand to hand. Her eyes were away from theirs, refusing to look into the insanity of the blackness they offered, fixed only on the crumpled heap of flesh that had been her date for the night... Things had been going so well. She shuddered when cold nails scratched at her clothing, hearing it slice away without much protest. Squeezing shut her eyes as they brought a swinging kick of a booted foot into the unconcious lump, making it twitch and bounce with the wet solid impact. Hardly could breathe, feeling her head ring louder and louder every time she tried to say something. Warnings that if she did so dare as speak, her ears would shatter from the pain.

"Ooh, the girl does not like what we do to Prince Charming, oh no oh oh?" one spit, a wet burning slop on her cheek as she jerked back. A mistake, she quickly realized as the ground swooped upwards, swallowing her whole with a bone cracking pop. Hip, shoulder, her head broke, numb under the wave of horrid anger and pain, nibbling at her nerves. Firecrackers of light screaming, bouncing against her insides.

Chittering, clattering, the two dove after her, long fingernails and boney fingers seesawing away merrily. And all she could do was watch as they plucked and yanked at her dress. Away flew a few buttons, the whirrring sound of her laces being yanked free of her bodice. Cold air hissing against suddenly freed breasts, unable to wrench her arms up to hide them from their greedy laughing eyes. So without a sound, she lay there, head turned to stare at the face of her broken lover.

How dull his eyes had looked staring back at her...