New Glaciem Meeting!
08-03-2013, 02:51 PM
A call had not gone unnoticed by the ghost. It demanded her presence, to lure in others, placing them under a spell. Pride, strength, all the key pointers of a King rang out. It simply was not a call to state who he was, but what he could offer. It would be no surprise others would answer to that call, drawn in by his very spell he placed on them. Like crows at a kill, they quickly flocked to him, all begging and seeking his attention. This one was not unlike the others, but it simply did not rush forward. No, it would silently glide along the snowy ground, a mist. One could not hurry an apparition, a being that seemed to be made of the fog. No it would take it's time to get where it was heading. One would assume it was arrived late, but such a thing did not have any meaning to it. Like the wind she drifted into view much farther behind the others. It seemed she was unbothered by being last. She simply did not care for such things as that. Deep forest green eye watched the fallen angel lure in the females with his voice and very presence. She was not so easily blinded by such things, oh no. It would cost him much more for him to have her wrapped around his paw. After all she was already blind, she saw things these others did not. If was odd how life did things. Those with full vision where easily blinded by such foolish things where as those with limited sight truely did see all. She listened as each female laid down their lives to this angel willingly. How could one just do that without any questions? What did this star want from all these females? How would he alone protect them? What could an immortal being offer to those who bleed and died? The light wind tugged at her light frame, each curve more pronouced with winter fading away. Her scent, soft and carssesing drifted to those gathered. She made no attempt to hide. Instead she stood there proudly, on eye fixed right on Isardis. She did not need to profess her service to him. After all had he not force claimed her already? She had no choice in the matter. She would stand there silently, body seeming to waver in the breeze till his light cherry orbs met her emerald. With a simple nod she would greet him. she would not move unless he demanded it, even so, one could not command something as such a being as her. She was free, untangled and not held down by things others were. She would roam these lands he had claimed like a ghost. Was it not after all her nickname? She was the epiphany of fog, of mist and ghosts. No one could hold that forever. Speech Thought Others |