Post by Ettlyne /// on May 1, 2009 11:37:28 GMT -5
name - Ettlyne
aged - timeless lost existence
persuasion - seraph
allegiance - rogue
relations - when the moon raped the sun
reflection - faint fields of flesh flow over a feminine frame. empyreal features favour a peculiar design. so unearthly. silken sheens slip over skeleton in deep silvery shadows. dapples drawn across pigmented hide, the colours of the starlit canopy. movement lines are lain in swarthy mustanen named hues. black. black gloves as the raven’s legs. cascade of huyen tendrils caress a carved curvature, beating against the lighter argent shades of pelt, where ebony gave way in swirls. locks drape down to ostium, tangled trails telling of her travels. scents of ocean brine dawdle at her coming. sight is offered through unnatural pools. indigo portals to some celestial demension.
psyche - virginal. devoid of all earthly emotions. inexperienced in every sense of the word. how chance some sacrifice of the desolated lover? when did greater forces ever do well? lips utter poetic longings, understanding of language yet to come. silence is often. thoughts are beyond reasonable rhythms of the tongue. a learning. each moment is some neoteric binding, something that determines which direction the ripples bend... social motions are unpracticed, fluid once and tripping the next. cryptic. clouded. conscionable. where in all the emptiness did life begin anyways? that a start is nothing more than a clock is yet inscribed upon the soul....
historics - the burden of a stolen womb and eager seed, seraph was banished to walk the barren lands of the mortal world. unknowing of her heritage, the still shrew shuffles about, searching. driven by some primal instinct for companionship. no fallen creature of the heavens, but an exiled child, whose actuality was made through hateful lust. a reject.
ic - it began in darkness.
and in a swift wave, she was on the shore.
ebonite and grizzled seraph stumbled forward, lurching onto the sands of some unknown beach. idled muscles broke. knees kissed into the earth, shells cutting innocently into the bared flesh of limb. it was wet. this earthlier water retreated back from her, cowering into the harsh rocking of the ocean. clouds hung about, some storm laughing it’s ironic tears down onto her. lightning. the slickened shore harbored her. chest burned, organs forced into living as the pathetic equine choked. gasping. her first breaths were drawn in. oxygen supplied life to confused cells. the swallowed sea water caught in her was suffocating. sputtering. finding some strength, Ettlyne let cobral arch, cursed liquid gurgling into the sand and rain. sides of the collapsed horse drew in the bitter rain washed atmosphere. ebonite cobras lay soaked and knotted at her crest, the joining of her loins. seaweed. seaweed was obscuring her field of vision. a curt bob of the cranium let the foreign plant fall.
it was black and white. spots of grey. thunder. Ettlyne looked out over the wastes, where no trees grew, no land rose to a gentle hill and no mortal son greeted her. miles, miles of endless sand. some forgotten desert, where a land of sand came to an end, only to start again in free flowing forms of waves. a weakened sigh slipped out, the exile shifting starving weight, attempting to stand. another rush of the sea came to her from behind. the wet fingers lingers at her ankles, bone and flesh slowly straightened, before it retreated once again.
staggered paces brought her away, up to the brink of the bank. she was utterly alone.
the suffering world beckoned her into it’s jaws.
aged - timeless lost existence
persuasion - seraph
allegiance - rogue
relations - when the moon raped the sun
reflection - faint fields of flesh flow over a feminine frame. empyreal features favour a peculiar design. so unearthly. silken sheens slip over skeleton in deep silvery shadows. dapples drawn across pigmented hide, the colours of the starlit canopy. movement lines are lain in swarthy mustanen named hues. black. black gloves as the raven’s legs. cascade of huyen tendrils caress a carved curvature, beating against the lighter argent shades of pelt, where ebony gave way in swirls. locks drape down to ostium, tangled trails telling of her travels. scents of ocean brine dawdle at her coming. sight is offered through unnatural pools. indigo portals to some celestial demension.
psyche - virginal. devoid of all earthly emotions. inexperienced in every sense of the word. how chance some sacrifice of the desolated lover? when did greater forces ever do well? lips utter poetic longings, understanding of language yet to come. silence is often. thoughts are beyond reasonable rhythms of the tongue. a learning. each moment is some neoteric binding, something that determines which direction the ripples bend... social motions are unpracticed, fluid once and tripping the next. cryptic. clouded. conscionable. where in all the emptiness did life begin anyways? that a start is nothing more than a clock is yet inscribed upon the soul....
historics - the burden of a stolen womb and eager seed, seraph was banished to walk the barren lands of the mortal world. unknowing of her heritage, the still shrew shuffles about, searching. driven by some primal instinct for companionship. no fallen creature of the heavens, but an exiled child, whose actuality was made through hateful lust. a reject.
ic - it began in darkness.
and in a swift wave, she was on the shore.
ebonite and grizzled seraph stumbled forward, lurching onto the sands of some unknown beach. idled muscles broke. knees kissed into the earth, shells cutting innocently into the bared flesh of limb. it was wet. this earthlier water retreated back from her, cowering into the harsh rocking of the ocean. clouds hung about, some storm laughing it’s ironic tears down onto her. lightning. the slickened shore harbored her. chest burned, organs forced into living as the pathetic equine choked. gasping. her first breaths were drawn in. oxygen supplied life to confused cells. the swallowed sea water caught in her was suffocating. sputtering. finding some strength, Ettlyne let cobral arch, cursed liquid gurgling into the sand and rain. sides of the collapsed horse drew in the bitter rain washed atmosphere. ebonite cobras lay soaked and knotted at her crest, the joining of her loins. seaweed. seaweed was obscuring her field of vision. a curt bob of the cranium let the foreign plant fall.
it was black and white. spots of grey. thunder. Ettlyne looked out over the wastes, where no trees grew, no land rose to a gentle hill and no mortal son greeted her. miles, miles of endless sand. some forgotten desert, where a land of sand came to an end, only to start again in free flowing forms of waves. a weakened sigh slipped out, the exile shifting starving weight, attempting to stand. another rush of the sea came to her from behind. the wet fingers lingers at her ankles, bone and flesh slowly straightened, before it retreated once again.
staggered paces brought her away, up to the brink of the bank. she was utterly alone.
the suffering world beckoned her into it’s jaws.
