inherit
10
0
Jan 17, 2019 22:10:26 GMT
4
blacknoise
I don't have kik.
273
Aug 14, 2015 15:19:56 GMT
August 2015
blacknoise
|
Post by blacknoise on Jan 13, 2016 4:00:00 GMT
A long, winding rope bridge stretched across a small chasm. Below, fog blanketed what seemed to be a nigh endless drop. Behind, a sheer rock face that seemed to stretch higher than a mountain, in front, a crumbling mansion. To walk across the rope bridge seemed like certain doom, yet it was the only option presented to Theolandra, queen of Etirath. What should have been a gentle waking from a soft bed became an inescapable nightmare. An unfamiliar outfit, a pair of unfamiliar shoes, and the sword of a mercenary at her side graced the form of the queen.
A bad dream, that's all it should have been. The sharp bite of the wind told otherwise. Either way, the only exit laid in the path ahead.
The old wooden doors would creak open, the rot putting holes into the dark oak. Hitting Theolandra directly in the face, a stagnant, residual heat drifted out to offer its enticement from the cold. Inside the mansion, however, was anything but warm and inviting. Various pieces of furniture laid scattered about the room, rotting and covered in cobwebs. The door had rotted off a China cabinet in the back, shards of glass littered the floor where it fell. In the middle of a collapsed stone top table, a small, wilting rose laid. It's slowly browning, white petals seemed to call out to Theolandra, begging to be saved from the moss of the table that crawled infinitesimally slowly towards it.
The room was dark, oppressively so, but the darkness hung like a fog throughout the room. Everything could be seen through squinted eyes, yet standing in one side of the room prevented the wall on the opposite end from being visible.
Lightly stepping across the wooden beams of the ceiling, a brown, mangy cat flicked its tail and ignored the new entrant into her domain. Without so much as a second glance, it disappeared through a rotted hole in the ceiling and up to the second floor. Everything, even that which was broken and turning to dust, seemed to regard the intruder with contempt. Despite the warmness of the stone mansion, the lack of emotion, bland walls, and basic aritecture seemed to give off the feeling that Theolandra was an unwanted, but tolerated, guest.
The only nice item of the room was an aged grand piano in the right corner. It sat beneath a spiral staircase to the upper floor. Beside it, a young man stood facing the wall. Slowly and deliberately, he beat his head against the wall. A dark, brown and black splotch had formed in the wall, and around his feet a layer of dust had settled. At the first creak of the ancient floorboards, the man would stop for a but a moment. Turning just his head, he revealed a mass of scar tissue where his face should have been. From a slit in his face, he growled.
"Is it someone new?"
Laughing, or coughing-it could be taken either way- the monster turned back to the wall and continued his self abuse.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. Nothing matters, nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing..."
The pitter patter of light feet echoed throughout the house, someone had been on the stairs. Whoever, or whatever it was, it had fled upstairs.
The stairs themselves were made of a dull, unadorned, rusted iron. Although they, like the rest of the house, creaked and groaned underfoot, they held weight and did not crumble. Upstairs was a single room, immaculately clean, with absolutely no furniture inside. Candles, burning endlessly without melting the wax, lit up the ground beneath a massive painting of Timore. Nearly 20 feet tall, the painting seemed to have been drawn from wax pastels and softened out entirely by hand. It depicted the Lord of Fear in a form very few would recognize, a blonde, unblemished young man with striking blue eyes. He stood looking out past anyone who might be looking up at his strong features. Most surprising, however was what laid at his feet.
A small, brown haired child.
|
|
#ed1717
1
0
1
Sept 9, 2017 19:51:41 GMT
5
Lev
191
August 2015
admin
|
Post by Lev on Jan 13, 2016 5:46:38 GMT
Theolandra covered her face with the crook of her arm, shielding everything but her eyes from the disgustingly pungent smell that hung in the air of the decrepit mansion. The odor of stagnancy and death clung to everything like a sickly mold that was slowly tearing it apart. Even the unsullied room couldn't cleanse itself of the stench. There was no furniture or decor; there was also no sign of the cat from downstairs. If it was still alive Theolandra would be surprised to see it, lumbering around like a displeased sack of pelt with bones trying to cut themselves out. No. There was only the painting, and the feeling of curious disconnect from a dream that would not - could not - seem to end.
The light-haired queen stepped cautiously forward. With each step the unfamiliar weight of the sword chinked in time against her hip. She stopped at arms length, standing with elegant posture that seemed all too inappropriate for the ranger-like leather garb she was dressed in. Her free hand slowly reached out for the painting. The coarse texture of the brushed canvas tickled her fingers, and felt alarmingly tangible. There was no doubt about the subject's identity. Theolandra knew exactly who it was..
"Timore," she muttered, muffled by the muzzle of her sleeve. "Brother," she said softer. The names dropped into silence like heavy anchors into the sea, too fraught with history to carry themselves farther than Theolandra's own ears. She half expected the stunning blue eyes to look down and meet her own with a bored air of condescension. When they didn't, she focused her attention on a second set of eyes.
The brown-haired child was a stranger. At first, unremarkable and surprisingly average when compared to the larger personality behind. But the longer she stared the more intrigued she became. She squinted even more than before as if trying to understand, or spot some hidden clue in the cracking lines of the long-dried brush strokes.
"Who are you..?"
|
|
inherit
10
0
Jan 17, 2019 22:10:26 GMT
4
blacknoise
I don't have kik.
273
Aug 14, 2015 15:19:56 GMT
August 2015
blacknoise
|
Post by blacknoise on Jan 13, 2016 21:46:37 GMT
"Someone not from this world."
A deep, cackling voice spoke from behind Theolandra. Stepping silently, the mangy brown cat glared at the Queen with bright yellow eyes. Unblinking, it continued.
"Of course, neither are you."
Turning, the cat slipped on out through a large hallway to the left of the painting. The hallway had most certainly not been there before, but it looked as tangible and rotted as the rest of the house. Lit up by candelabras that jutted out from the wall, the hallway could be easily seen; a stark contrast to the precious rooms of the mansion. Multiple doors stood on both sides of the hall, but all were either obstructed by fallen support beams or locked. All except one, the middle right.
The cat slipped in through the door, careful to keep ahead of the strangely dressed woman. Inside, a massive, dead garden could be seen. Tens of meters long and wide with an open roof for rainfall, the room seemed designed specifically with the garden in mind. In each corner, a great oak spun and twisted its roots and branches into the very fabric of the stone. Wilted flowers and dead grass covered nearly every inch of the floor. Unfortunately, everything in the room appeared to be long dead.
As the cat sat down, once more, the soft padding of feet could be heard echoing away. A black shadow seemed to slip away and out of the garden through the back door. The cold breeze from outside whipped into the room. Although it chilled to the bone, nothing froze. Yawning, the cat spoke once more, sounding as though he were continuing small talk with an old friend.
"It's not his child, if that's what you're wondering. But she so did enjoy the flowers, white roses, specifically."
|
|
#ed1717
1
0
1
Sept 9, 2017 19:51:41 GMT
5
Lev
191
August 2015
admin
|
Post by Lev on Jan 14, 2016 1:00:04 GMT
"Someone not from this world. Of course, neither are you."
Theolandra spun around quickly to face the shabby brown cat. The rush of foul air stung her fair eyes, forcing them to blink until the tattered loafer settled back into focus. She didn't expect to see the animal alive again, but decided to keep that thought to herself. Dreams - in the queen's experience - were peculiar things that shouldn't be offended. Aloof in the face of Theolandra's silence, the cat crossed the room and disappeared into a new corridor. It trod confidently across the rotting floors with the pit-pat of padded feet and its shadow dancing across the walls.
"Indeed," Theolandra said softly to herself through arm that still shielded her face. Her lips were starting to feel clammy from the heat of her breathing.
With her free hand perched defensively atop the pummel of her sword, she followed the cat to the garden. At last, Theolandra exposed her nose and mouth to the air, hoping that the open ceiling would dispel most of the odorous fumes. The small relief didn't keep her face from wrinkling in disgust and confusion. Then something moved in the corner of her eyes, teasing for attention before it disappeared like it had never been.
"It's not his child, if that's what you're thinking." the cat spoke again from up ahead. It was too late for the queen to realize her foot had become tangled in a patch of weeds during the distraction, and she fell onto her palms in front of the mangy guide. The beast didn't seem to care. "But she so did enjoy the flowers, white roses, specifically."
"Who enjoyed the flowers?" Theolandra asked as she brushed herself off, slightly annoyed. "Was it the figure who just left?"
|
|
inherit
10
0
Jan 17, 2019 22:10:26 GMT
4
blacknoise
I don't have kik.
273
Aug 14, 2015 15:19:56 GMT
August 2015
blacknoise
|
Post by blacknoise on Jan 14, 2016 4:52:29 GMT
As Theolandra stood and asked her questions, the cat continued walking, ignoring her. From behind, a second voice would speak.
"You never were good at listening."
Vladimir Sayre, the Bloodborne King, stood crossing his arms behind the Queen. His form took that of a shirtless, heavily scarred man with unkempt hair resting about his face. Without another word, he would look disapprovingly towards Theolandra before walking after the cat. Before he stepped over the threshold of the door into utter darkness, he held out a hand and beckoned Theolandra to follow him. Upon stepping through, the gentle queen would be greeted with one of the most horrifying torture chambers she had ever experienced. Inside, there was no Sayre, no cat, only the sickening stench of blood and decay.
All around, chains and racks were displayed in prominence with various cruel, twisting tools that left the imagination ample room to wonder how they were used. Light flooded the room from massive cages of fire that hung from the high ceiling, exposing every inch of the dried blood that covered almost every inch of the room. The cat laid and stretched itself over a small table of hooks and claws, knocking off a few of them as it did so. Rolling over, it batted another tool off before continuing his very one sided 'small talk.'
"Timore could get information from anyone, that's for sure. Secret after secret, is there anything he doesn't know now? But let's not tarry any longer."
Quick as lightning, it bolted at the queen and sought her legs like some sort of possessed monster. It clawed at her legs as fast as possible before snapping off and leaping away. Hissing, it yelled at Theolandra, sounding almost like it was screaming.
"You're not dreaming and you're never going to wake up!!"
It bolted back into the garden, disappearing into the foliage and hiding itself. Once more, the pitter patter of little feet could be heard. It seemed almost deliberate rather than quiet and hidden this time. There was no moving shadow, but there was a single door at the end of the torture room. It was solid iron, heavy and difficult to move. However, it lead to the outside. Outside was no more forgiving than the mansion, however, with a think layer of snow on the ground and surrounded by a forest of evergreen pines.
In the snow, very small footprints lead into the forest.
|
|
#ed1717
1
0
1
Sept 9, 2017 19:51:41 GMT
5
Lev
191
August 2015
admin
|
Post by Lev on Jan 15, 2016 1:59:54 GMT
"Sayre." Theolandra stared in disbelief at his critical expression. "No," she denied. Taking a step back, she realized, or convinced herself, that the towering man was an illusion. "You are a falsehood.. like everything here." Memories of the true Sayre rose to the front of her mind like bubbles rise to the water's surface.
She remembered countless afternoons and mornings healing the scars of his past, mending his body. But the defaced trick scowling at her neither wanted nor cared for explanation. A cool wind passed as he and the cat both made for another room to their left. Goosebumps rose when Sayre's outstretched hand called for her, disturbing her thoroughly, all the way to the bones in her toes. Everything in her wanted to retreat, but it felt like the walls were closing in, blocking every escape that didn't lead forward. So she trudged on.
"Divine breath," Theolandra groaned, appalled by the sight that came next. "What- what is this madness?" She hurriedly covered his face again before the stench of death made her lose her stomach.
"Timore could get information from anyone, that's for sure. Secret after secret, is there anything he doesn't know now? But let's not tarry any longer."
"This is Timore's doing," Theolandra replied, more like a heavy statement than a question. "How could thi- AH!"
Unforgiving nails raked across the thin material of her pants, threading through and into her skin like hot needles. Her yelp rang on the edge of every blood-soaked metal chain and bar. One swat landed on the cat's ugly head and sent it bounding away toward the dead garden, hissing, "You're not dreaming and you're never going to wake up!!" Theolandra followed the feral beast but failed to find it again.
Footsteps splashed across the bloody floor of the torture chamber.
"Wait!" The queen hurdled back into the room to search. Only an iron door, not there before, was left to be found. "Wait!" She bellowed again while heaving the cold door open.
A gust of icy air almost knocked her off her feet, and the welcoming scent of pine betrayed the villainous conditions. If ignored, the small footprints would would be covered by a new layer of snow in minutes. She followed them.
"I know you're out here," Theolandra shouted to the wind. "End these games! come out!"
|
|
inherit
10
0
Jan 17, 2019 22:10:26 GMT
4
blacknoise
I don't have kik.
273
Aug 14, 2015 15:19:56 GMT
August 2015
blacknoise
|
Post by blacknoise on Jan 15, 2016 13:21:00 GMT
The wind howled ever harder as Theolandra shouted into it. Defiantly blasting the queen in the face with its icy chill, as if solely to spite her. As she walked deeper into the forest, however, the trees began to offer a natural shield to the wind. With each step further in, the world seemed to get quieter and quieter. Finally, when it seemed all sound had stopped, a sweet, high pitched voice spoke to Theolandra from the trees.
"You want me to stop? Why? I'm having so much fun!"
Standing perched in a sturdy branch, the child from the painting stood looking down on Theolandra. Dressed like some sort of unkempt wild child, she wore a pair dirty pants and a half-shirt half-coat; both were made of patchwork animal skins. Her hair, a long tangled mess, was long enough to rest around her ankles as she crouched. Grinning profusely, she spoke once more.
"I thought you were having fun too, discovering new things, seeing this pretty place. You know it isn't everyday someone comes to visit me. Oh! Welcome to my world! We should be friends, so, my name's Holly, kinda like the tree, what's your's?"
Her questions and kind tone seemed to be genuine, but there was something devious behind her face. Kind though she may have been, it was clear there was anything but innocence behind those eyes. After asking her question, she'd hop down from the tree. Barefoot and seemingly without a care in the world, she'd look up at Theo to listen to her answer. The child barely stood at four feet tall; she looked so small compared to the queen.
|
|
#ed1717
1
0
1
Sept 9, 2017 19:51:41 GMT
5
Lev
191
August 2015
admin
|
Post by Lev on Jan 19, 2016 3:46:38 GMT
The biting cold was starting to make Theolandra’s teeth chatter, even as she stood surrounded by the shielding trunks of the pine trees. The little girl’s presence did little to counter the chill. Her eyes were wild like the matted hair that bunched around her sides, and the ferocity of her seemingly innocent nature cause the queen to recoil when she approached. Another harsh gust of wind passed above the two. It ruffled the highest and lowest tree branches, and sounded like an entire library of books turning their pages all at once. Theolandra kept her hand resting readily on the hilt of her sword as she spoke.
“That’s a lovely name, Holly.” It wasn’t a lie, though it may have sounded so in the Lady’s quivering voice. “My name is Theolandra. This part of your world is very beautiful,” she continued. “Why have you invited me to it? Do you live here all by yourself?”
It felt like her toes were beginning to freeze. The snow was layered so heavily that her leather boots were buried to the ankles, and her hair felt so thin and brittle that it might break off in the wind like blonde snowflakes. In comparison, the strange child appeared unchanged by the weather, half-naked and barefoot as if she were standing on the shore of some sunny beach. It was baffling.
“I worry f-for you, child. Will you not f-freeze like that?”
|
|
inherit
10
0
Jan 17, 2019 22:10:26 GMT
4
blacknoise
I don't have kik.
273
Aug 14, 2015 15:19:56 GMT
August 2015
blacknoise
|
Post by blacknoise on Jan 19, 2016 18:26:22 GMT
"Me? Cold? Never! This is my home, I love how it feels! But you look half-frozen already, no no can't have that."
Flicking her hands back, it almost appeared as if she performed a slight of hand in reaching behind her and withdrawing a thick cloak nearly twice the girl's size. Flipping it out to full length, she slid herself over to Theolandra and offered up the warm wool. The cloak felt exceedingly warm, moreso than it should have been, as if it had been pulled from a drying line on a hot summer's day.
The moment that Theolandra took the cloak, if she brushed her hands against Holly's, she would find the girl colder than the icy wind that pierced through the trees. Beckoning Theolandra to follow her, she would begin walking quietly through the forest and away from the mansion. As she walked, she began rambling on.
"Isn't this place wonderful? I've been here my entire life, and to answer your question from before, no I'm not alone, not all the time. **** comes to visit me from time to time, he's very quiet though, and prefers to be left alone when he's writing. But who could blame him? **** writes so much, you'd think that he never had a life doing anything else. But it's all records, that's all he writes! So it must be stuff he's seen or read elsewhere, right? Ah! Here we are."
That name, every time she said it, it was if she wasn't speaking loud enough, or clearly enough, or some other sound drowned her out, all at the same time. If Theolandra had any magic of her own not granted by the Divines, perhaps she could feel the sorcery surrounded it. A forbidden word, a word that could not be spoken and could not be heard.
Before the two lay a hole at the base of an overgrown pine tree, just big enough for Theolandra to enter if she crawled on her hands an knees. Without hesitation, the girl entered it. If Theolandra entered, she would find a relatively short, deep crawl down into a small dugout completely covered in dried grasses and pulled cotton. Small, dim, glowing lights adorned the walls, and the little girl curled up in the cotton and chuckled lightly.
Eyes closed, she continued talking.
"You'll love it here, we can live together, eat the little crawlies, and be best friends."
|
|
#ed1717
1
0
1
Sept 9, 2017 19:51:41 GMT
5
Lev
191
August 2015
admin
|
Post by Lev on Jan 21, 2016 20:00:30 GMT
There was an audible sigh of relief as Theolandra wrapped the wool coat around her shoulders, the last white cloud of cold pushed from her lungs like steam rising from a warm bath. She wished it was a warm bath. The taint of the horrible house, its gruesome chambers and dying decor, made her feel dirty and unclean in every sense. Comforted enough to ignore the eerie chill of Holly's skin, or the child's blatant avoidance of her question, the queen followed quietly behind with the edge of the cloak tucked beneath her nose.
"Isn't this place wonderful? I've been here my entire life, and to answer your question from before, no I'm not alone, not all the time. **** comes to visit me from time to time, he's very quiet though, and prefers to be left alone when he's writing. But who could blame him? **** writes so much, you'd think that he never had a life doing anything else. But it's all records, that's all he writes! So it must be stuff he's seen or read elsewhere, right? Ah! Here we are."
Twice she felt it. Like a buzz that swelled inside of her, clogging her ears and catching breath in her throat. Wind howled above them, branches groaned as if stretching, all in effort to bury Holly's innocent exchange in protest. Theolandra almost pressed the matter. Then Holly disappeared into the hollowed base of an especially hefty pine tree with thick branches and a strong smell. Inside was cozily - for a child - made with the same care and material a child could afford for a hidden clubhouse. The smell of wet matted grass, no doubt from the snow tracked in by bare feet, and cotton. With some awkward discomfort, Theolandra crawled into the little fortress and sat with her back to the wall, facing Holly.
"You'll love it here, we can live together, eat the little crawlies, and be best friends."
"Is that why you brought me here, Holly? Do you need another friend?" The portrait from the mansion flashed across Theolandra's memory. "Is Tim-" His name halted behind clenched teeth, unsure. "Is my brother the one who visits you, lives here with you?"
|
|
inherit
10
0
Jan 17, 2019 22:10:26 GMT
4
blacknoise
I don't have kik.
273
Aug 14, 2015 15:19:56 GMT
August 2015
blacknoise
|
Post by blacknoise on Jan 21, 2016 22:09:54 GMT
Holly almost visibly cringed when Theolandra began her question. Even having cut off the name of Timore, she knew what Theolandra was getting at. Curling up in the cotton and grass, Holly was silent for a long time. Absentmindedly, she touched the walls and gently felt the warm lights that adorned the dimly lit dugout. For a few minutes, agonizing silence was all that came from the young girl. No matter what else Theolandra might have said, she stayed silent.
Then, finally, she spoke once more. The happy inflection in her voice was gone, replaced by a deep, depressing sadness. It was the voice of someone who had seen and heard too much, things they could never forget.
"I, no, he doesn't visit me. I lied. Timore, that's his name now, that's what it's been for a long time, he doesn't visit any of us anymore...
I follow him, sometimes, into the mansion. I watch him write, listen to him think, I miss him. I miss who he was. I know who you are, Theolandra, I know you're not really here. Timore, he's going to do something horrible, and he doesn't want you there to see it..."
She paused again, quiet once more, before whispering,
"I don't want another friend. I want a friend, period. It's been ages since I've talked, and, maybe I should have stayed silent."
Once more, she curled up and closed her eyes. It was almost as if Theo could just see her trying to disappear into the soft bed beneath. Trying, wishing so desperately that she didn't exist anymore.
|
|
#ed1717
1
0
1
Sept 9, 2017 19:51:41 GMT
5
Lev
191
August 2015
admin
|
Post by Lev on Jan 24, 2016 3:27:19 GMT
"I know who you are, Theolandra. I know you're not really here. Timore, he's going to do something horrible, and he doesn't want you there to see it..."
Every muscle in Theolandra's body was stiff. Her eyes felt dried out, parched, straining to blink but too horrified by the child's dark truth. Complaisance was fed to the consuming sense of urgency that burned in her gut, like logs to a fire. Dried leaves crunched in her tightening grip and she could feel water leaking from the snow-trodden cotton. Everything suddenly oppressively close, and the searing hurt of deceit was raging in her bones like a trapped animal.
"What is Timore going to do, Holly?" The girl didn't answer. "What is Timore keeping me from seeing?" Disquiet loomed between the two until Holly spoke again, ignoring the pressing question as children often do.
"I don't want another friend. I want a friend, period. It's been ages since I've talked, and, maybe I should have stayed silent."
Holly took a pitiful position on the padded shelter floor, curling into herself until she wasn't more than a crinkle of dirty flesh and hair. Theolandra was losing her patience. Wind drove harder against the trees outside, howling through the branches like a coyote caught in a tempest. Theolandra released the clumps of bedding and wiped off the grime left behind across her pants. She scooted closer to Holly, digging her heels into the floor and pulling herself to sit beside the girl's head.
"Holly, I'm very glad that you did not stay silent." It took a lot of effort to calm the hasty shake in her voice. "I want to be your friend; I want you to have many friends. But," she added, "You cannot find them here. We'll have to leave. You'll have to leave this place and come home with me." Theolandra hoped desperately that the little girl would be enticed enough to agree, and quickly. "So how do we get out of here, my friend?"
|
|
inherit
10
0
Jan 17, 2019 22:10:26 GMT
4
blacknoise
I don't have kik.
273
Aug 14, 2015 15:19:56 GMT
August 2015
blacknoise
|
Post by blacknoise on Jan 24, 2016 4:31:05 GMT
Holly was still for a moment, as if she was trying to process what Theolandra was telling her. A grin spread across her features, curling up a bit more, she whispered to herself.
"I have a friend..."
Giggling, her demeanor took a one-eighty spin and she leapt up. Putting one hand on her hip while she hastily wiped tears from her face, Holly smiled and spoke, her voice a bit shaky as she recomposed herself.
"A-Alrighty, I can help you get out of here, no problem. This place, it's a bit separated from the rest of the world, isolation, et-cetera, and while there are a lot of entrances, there is only one exit. Follow me-"
She made a move towards the hole's exit, however, before she entered, she froze. Something deadly serious in her voice slipped out, more than a worry, it was something more akin to dread.
"You promise, promise that you will be my friend?"
If Theolandra said yes, convinced her of her sincerity, even if she just told the girl what she wanted to hear, then Holly would continue. Crawling out of the hideout-home, she would head back in the direction of the mansion. It seemed as though the time it took them to reach the building was far less than the time it took Theolandra to leave it. Upon nearing the back of it, Holly would head away from the torture room and towards a separate entrance. It appeared to be a servant's entrance, and as they neared it Holly would speak again.
"I, need to warn you. In order to exit, you're going to need the key. I have an idea of where it is might be, but I need you to help me look and you'll need to be careful. A projection of Timore wanders the halls, you can't let it see you when you look for it. The mansion is pretty big, there's a chance you won't even hear him, and if you get close then you'll be able to feel his presence long before you see him."
|
|
#ed1717
1
0
1
Sept 9, 2017 19:51:41 GMT
5
Lev
191
August 2015
admin
|
Post by Lev on Jan 24, 2016 5:16:05 GMT
Theolandra replied with the same seriousness she had been delivered. "I promise I will be your friend, Holly. A queen doesn't break her promises."
Her gut clenched when the icy wind outside slapped her pink cheeks again, freezing a small gasp in her throat. Tightening the woolen cloak around her shoulders didn't seem to help as well as before. It was like the wind itself was privy to their secret plot, and forced its hand in protest. Theolandra's muscles cramped from the shivering and the strain of tromping through the thickened snow. The mansion was a bittersweet sight, promising warmth at the cost of impending madness and the sickening smell of sweat, refuse, and old blood. She readied herself for the odor by burying her nose in the crook of her arm again. Then, thankfully, Holly changed course to meet a new entrance.
"I, need to warn you. In order to exit, you're going to need the key," Holly explained. "I have an idea of where it might be, but I need you to help me look and you'll need to be careful. A projection of Timore wanders the halls, you can't let it see you when you look for it."
Theolandra tried to steady her nervous heartbeat. "I understand. I have faith in you, Holly." Hiding from a master of stealth was a daunting task, even in reality where Theolandra had her powers and Divine sense to give her the upper hand. But she could not feel them now. No, her abilities were cut off like a pinched nerve. Holly was her ace now.
"The mansion is pretty big, there's a chance you won't even hear him, and if you get close then you'll be able to feel his presence long before you see him."
The queen nodded. "I'm ready when you are, my friend."
|
|
inherit
10
0
Jan 17, 2019 22:10:26 GMT
4
blacknoise
I don't have kik.
273
Aug 14, 2015 15:19:56 GMT
August 2015
blacknoise
|
Post by blacknoise on Jan 24, 2016 6:13:02 GMT
Theolandra had faith in her, a Queen had faith in her! Her of all people! Holly could barely contain her excitement, she wouldn't let Theolandra down. Slowly, she opened the servant's entrance and lowered her body low to the ground. Power began gathering around the little girl, magic flowing from her body and surrounding the pair. Looking to her clothing, Holly smiled as she watched herself almost completely disappear along with Theolandra. Cloaked and reflecting the things around them, Holly beckoned Theolandra to follow her as she reached and gripped the woman's hand, leading her along. The Queen of Etirath might notice it, Holly certainly didn't, that the power that Holly wielded felt almost sickly similar to Timore's power. It did not possess the same fear or terror that Timore caused, but it certainly carried his unique aura. But something like that could not be dwelt much upon, as the pair crouched and moved through the servant's kitchen, dodging pans and pots that littered the ground, unused for centuries. Holly lead up her a flight of stairs towards what appeared to be the master bedroom, sneaking along the edges and the older stairs, as if something in the mansion could be considered 'older' than the rotting wood and rusty bars. The girl was completely silent as they entered a bedroom, meticulously cared for. Holly became visible for just a moment as she gestured towards the dresser adjacent to the bed. Separating from Theolandra, but not leaving her without the magical cloak, Holly snuck away towards the vanity at the other side of the room. If the Queen searched the dresser, she'd find the key relatively quickly. A large, ancient iron key that stuck to the dresser from the rust. The second she touched it, time itself would freeze. Holly, her reflection clearly seen in the mirror of the vanity despite being hidden in the living world, was frozen looking for the key in the drawers. Terror spread throughout the room, a seeping, slowly drifting fear that would permeate the entire room. Entering from the stairs, Timore, or at least a projection of him, appeared. It was the shell, the faceless monster, and no man hid underneath. However, it was just as much Timore as if the real Timore were standing before them, the only differences laid in power and physicality. The projection's actions were being directly controlled by Timore at that very moment, and it simply stood facing Theolandra, unmoving. Breaking the silence like a warhammer to a window, Timore spoke, his voice eerily human. "Sister...
I see you've convinced one of my children to your cause. A valiant effort, she really does want to help you, but little Holly has no idea what she's talking about."
|
|