Post by senka on Apr 27, 2010 18:59:59 GMT -5
You :: Where at first the mansion had been silent as the dead are supposed to be, now it's full of life that isn't life. The hollow cries of the crows that have taken their favourite spots, on the branches that dare to droop over the wide space that is the Manse's garden, are no longer as echoing as they have been before but rather joined by many, many sounds that are no less creepy then the disturbing croak of the birds. The moans and groans of several bodies that oughtn't to be moving, but are, are perhaps low in pitch but nevertheless loud in their complaint. It has been days since fresh meat has dared to enter this nest of undeads, this garden of Death that is ruled by a beast not nearly as sane as her human intelligence would make others believe to be, and the zombies are getting cranky. Edgar's head hasn't been properly straight since the last time the wolf has ripped it off and it wobbles now, dangerously, as the he and the other undeads begin to reach for each other in embraces that are as loving as dead. Yet above the sound of rotting flesh and fabric tearing, floats the mystic giggle of children not old enough to have lost the high pitch in their voices. The sound of them draws attention towards the old building that had, once, been full of elegance. But now the wood of the once grand and welcoming porch is rotting, darkening the wood and making the smell of it become husky with decay. Several stones have already crumbled away from the building, leaving patches that reveal the wood behind it yet, somehow, the roof has not even tilted and the walls still seem sturdy. But the Mansion is mourning. Long streaks of dark liquid fall from the windows, leaving the place weeping in its desertion and left in only the cold embrace of the wind that, quite simply, always seems to be here. It's at that very moment that another strong gust of wind comes, carrying the eerie sounds of a mischievous giggle made by several voices. For while the zombies can only complain and hunger the ghosts -know-, they know far, far, far much more then they ought to know and their venomous hisses, their poisonous words, reach ears that have learned to listen to them. Senka raises her head and that movement suddenly makes her presence apparent where it hasn't been before for the wolf, despite her unusual colour, suits this place unnervingly well. Indeed she could be very much the same like the phantoms that surround her now, her fur shimmering and painfully bright in this dark, dark place. Far before her sensitive nose catches a scent, far before her sharp eyes can pierce through skin and into soul, she knows; presence is coming. Lottie giggles again, icy blue eyes widening while her tooth bearing smile widens; "Play?"
Mahri is the shadow amongst shadows, slinking her way once more towards the haunted place. That place which reeked of death, decay and insanity. Yes, insanity had a scent to it and it's not as pleasant as some would make it out to be. Huge saucer sized paws are carefully placed so as not to make too much sound. With the dry and brittle foliage that had once been living greenery, it's hard not to at least rustles a bit. Slow even breaths, steadily watchful eyes gleaming a silver-gray keep the undead ~things~ well in sight. They aren't why she's here though. Oh no. That regally lifting head that belongs to the albino, that's her reason. Whether it's to release aggression or simply for the joy of irritating the elder, any reason is enough. This time, though, it's because she has questions that Senka has answers to. That, and the alpha-bitch wanted to know if the things here were real or part of her imagination. From the sound and looks of things, she hadn't imagined squat. A sudden kick of wind ruffles through the black wolf's fur, sending her scent towards Senka even if it seems obvious that the other knew she was there already. Still..it seemed safer and more prudent to keep to the shrubs. Senka isn't the only one who can smell her however. Several zombie-things slowly turn her way. Atrophied tendons creaking with the movement until blank stares pin-point her location and they start shuffling and ambling closer. One low growl in warning is all they'll receive. Not that it'll stop them. It's good thing they're slow because when she finally bursts through the hedgerow it's between legs and up onto the dilapidated porch.
Vaelustil truly has no reason to be at this mansion. The innocent bystander, he is simply out wandering around Vailkrin - and earning numerous ugly looks from zombies that likely have been tampered with by his magics - before he steps food on the overgrown property, and even now he finds himself unable to escape the undead. But he seems to be far from their main concern, a black wolf standing on the manse's porch holding the zombies' attention. His head cocks as he wonders just why they care about wildlife being the mindless things they are, and not someone humanoid like himself. A shrug, and then he's looking around the overgrown land, gaining his bearings, examining the lay of the place. So many places that things could pop out at him, where he could be ambushed; he'll have to be careful. Into the wildly grown bushes and unkept grass he strides, tripping more than once on a root here or there, or the gods alone know what that may be stashed here in the foliage. A good thing it's just one mindless wolf and some zombies - or so he thinks. Otherwise all this stumbling would be embarassing.
You ;; Lottie's giggle is sharp and piercing in Senka's ear and not only because of the quality of her voice, there's a wind that accompanies it that ruffles the tiny hairs on her ear before making them stand on end and that chills the skin beneath almost painfully. But the phantom is looking the same way the unruffled wolf is looking, the red and blue pair both unblinking though one is intense in passion while another is simply...malicious. "The Alpha has a weakness for a man," The words are certain, as they always are when they are whispered to the wolf. Indeed the phantom is the epitome of cute as she raises her tiny child hand to whisper in the Elder's ear words that make her snort, quietly, in amusement. Her breath is seen as she does so for though the albino may stand tall and proud, truth is that beneath her fur she's shivering. Death, after all, is a very cold embrace indeed. "A man who has gone but where? She does not know…" The wolf moves then, paws sturdy and certain even over rotting floor to all but welcome a familiar face and that of a stranger. Black lids blink for the first time then, slowly, even though her unnerving stare is as heavy as it's always been until it's easy to all but feel it slide over skin, and Mahri might even feel it pressing down on her wolfish shoulders as she's the victim of an attention that is rarely focussed. But it's focussed now, the deep red of unreadable eyes seeming to take every shift in her muscles, the raise and lower of her chest, the look of her eyes and perhaps, if she stares any longer, the core of her soul. "It frightens her," Lottie all but giggles the words, her eyes much brighter then that of her ever haunted companion. Yet, somehow, this makes the blue that much more cutting then Senka's stare will ever be. "Because she has family now, pack now. And where will she be if she looses it?" There's a shift between the zombies, a new kind of restlessness that comes with the approach of new meat. Just like that Mahri is no longer burdened by the knowing stare of the Elder even as she joins her on the zombie-free porch, Vaelusil instead the new victim of her stare. Should the other wolf dare to come close to the albino she will most likely feel the drop of temperature of the unseen companions, perhaps see the cloud of her breath for, after all, those infected with the lycan virus are rarely blessed with the low temperature of humans. Either way, both Lottie as Senka ignore the other wolf for now, equally arrogantly, as red and blue settle on the drow. The wolf doesn't know much, downright nothing, of drows other then what she sees. However, of Vaelustil she will learn, she will know. "He minds his height," The phantom seems bored with the fact, almost disappointed in her conclusion, "It makes him insecure, especially when around those higher then he," There's a pause, as black lids blink with that same disinterest as her little companion has shown. However the new truth that is whispered in her ear makes them darken again in that malicious oddly predatory amusement that is so becoming on her already ominous wolven face. "He's afraid of spiders even though he's not supposed to be, being what he is," Not understanding why he isn't supposed to be afraid of spiders isn't nearly as important as the knowledge that the Manse is all but infected with them, and again the elder utters a snort of amusement. Quite suddenly her gaze snaps back towards the other lycan and Mahri will feel her not slide in her mind as she's familiar with, but rather tumble as roughly as is her nature. "Why are you here?" Her husky voice is as curious as she's known to be but it is not the alpha who will satisfy that hunger for knowledge. "Maybe she wants you to be pack, still," Lottie suggests sweetly, smiling at Mahri in a manner that fails to be child-like, "Maybe she's afraid of losing you, too" Somehow, the albino doubts it.
Mahri won't take her eyes off the undead even upon feeling the weight of Senka's eyes on her. She does indeed step closer to the white, affirming the phantom's assesment of the alpha's want of family. At least for Senka anyway. Mahri simply wants to get away from the decay. Muscles under her sleek coat twitch when chilled air creeps through the overcoat and thicker under-coat and touches bare skin. Swinging her head around, she's just in time to catch Senka's red-eyed gaze before it slips away and out to the overgrown jungle of a garden. Following the path, Mahri can just make out a shape. Ebony skin and white or silvery hair. The scent drifting on the breeze marks the newcomer as ..Vael? Ears perk forward with interest as the zombies shamble towards the Drow and yet..Mahri does nothing. Simply stands there to watch as though curious about how the drow will get out of this one. Just as she's about to settle on her haunches, Senka's voice penetrates her skull..mind to mind and all that, causing her to once again look the albino's way. "Answers," is the reply before those silvery eyes turn once more to Vael. She does not notice the scurry of a single spider past her paw. The arachnid has its own agenda as it scuttles towards Vael. Strangely though, it seems to grow as it gets closer to him until the eight-legged thing is roughly the same size as Mahri.
Vaelustil falls to his hands and knees after one particularly gnarly root, and it's as he rises to his feet that he sees the zombies staggering towards him in their awkward gaits, marching like a miniature army out to sack a small villiage of all its goods. He falls into a defensive stance, a sword suddenly in his hand rather than its sheath, its spider-shaped pommel gleaming dully in the eternal moonlight of the city, and waits for the zombies to get closer. Slow things, they are, and he begins to relax, simply waiting at rest rather than tense for the undead to get closer...but it's not the undead he finds himself worried about. As though his sword's hilt had lept away and become real, a spider - and a rapidly growing one - skitters his way, and red eyes grow as wide as the moon in the sky, that defensive stance returning and his jaw setting tensely. With each closing foot the drow's body begins to shake until at last his composure breaks and he's darting away, trying his damnedest to get away from the giant arachnid. But the spider has the advantage, its eight legs to his two, and no matter how fast the drow runs, no matter how many zigs and zags he puts into his path, the spider readily closes. "Gods damned Spider Bitch," he curses between pants as he continues to run, cleaving through unfortunate zombies that get in his way as he goes. "Why do her little pets always insist on hounding me?" Quite unfortunate for the drow to have cursed his people's goddess, for at that very moment he finds himself stuck between the chasing spider and a wall of undead. Such explicatives as he uses at that moment cannot be noted here, but there certainly is a string of colorful uses for it made.
You has become an observer. It's a role that suits her surprisingly well, rather just like how the role of advisor had fallen on her shoulders far easier then she ever imagined, considering how chaotic, reckless and impulsive she tends to be. Yet it would be hard to imagine the beast like that now as her massive head tilts to the side in something that can only be curiosity, already perked ears straining to do more so, at the sight of a surprisingly large spider. Of course there were larger spiders she's seen in a forest not too far from here so the albino remains as relaxed as she ever could be which, really, isn't all that much even if she even goes as far to lower her hind legs and settle comfortably on the porch. Despite the fact that the spider is not limited to the massive lane and garden like the zombies are, despite the fact that the arachnid doesn't fear the ghosts like the 'living' undead do, the wolf makes absolutely no move to put an end to the eight legged creature. Mahri even manages to distract her by that cryptic answer, and though the elder snorts superiorly, something of her usual nature, of her true nature rather then what the ghosts awaken in her, shows in the uneasy twitch of her maw. Senka is not a fan of being buddy-buddy or risk people getting emotional and something in Mahri's voice, not to mention the fact that she has a hunch as to what kind of answers the alpha wants, has her typical awkward manner returning. Lottie hisses, an unearthly sound that comes with the twist on her face that makes it into an expression no child will ever wear at the sudden feel of emotions awakening within the earlier so calm Elder. Perhaps the other wolf will feel the sudden drop in an already low temperature that comes with the ghosts displeasure, perhaps she'll hear nails running over the wood in the house as other phantoms awaken and react to this displeasure, perhaps not but Senka surely notices. Tension again creeping along her shoulders and hackles rising along her spine despite her fighting it the albino tosses her head suddenly and restlessly. Of course she decides to let her eyes glaze then, the image of Vaelustil blurring before her, to once more take a tumble into the other's mind. "Took you long enough," There's a hint of amusement in that husky 'voice' that enters the other's mind but also a hint of displeasure. Of an alpha the white one had expected more and sooner. She's that superior advisor again, that violent mother hen that is so cruel in her teaching as she arrogantly turns her head away from Mahri to watch the stranger instead. It's misfortune, really, that the drow hasn't revealed that mark that will show her he's pack. The white one will not move; she's not known for her soft heart nor her kindness to strangers for a reason.
I'm too tired to look it over, so excuse the mistakes that are still in there. I know it's short but to me it feels like the true start of the ghostie rp so I'm excited about it and eager to share
Mahri is the shadow amongst shadows, slinking her way once more towards the haunted place. That place which reeked of death, decay and insanity. Yes, insanity had a scent to it and it's not as pleasant as some would make it out to be. Huge saucer sized paws are carefully placed so as not to make too much sound. With the dry and brittle foliage that had once been living greenery, it's hard not to at least rustles a bit. Slow even breaths, steadily watchful eyes gleaming a silver-gray keep the undead ~things~ well in sight. They aren't why she's here though. Oh no. That regally lifting head that belongs to the albino, that's her reason. Whether it's to release aggression or simply for the joy of irritating the elder, any reason is enough. This time, though, it's because she has questions that Senka has answers to. That, and the alpha-bitch wanted to know if the things here were real or part of her imagination. From the sound and looks of things, she hadn't imagined squat. A sudden kick of wind ruffles through the black wolf's fur, sending her scent towards Senka even if it seems obvious that the other knew she was there already. Still..it seemed safer and more prudent to keep to the shrubs. Senka isn't the only one who can smell her however. Several zombie-things slowly turn her way. Atrophied tendons creaking with the movement until blank stares pin-point her location and they start shuffling and ambling closer. One low growl in warning is all they'll receive. Not that it'll stop them. It's good thing they're slow because when she finally bursts through the hedgerow it's between legs and up onto the dilapidated porch.
Vaelustil truly has no reason to be at this mansion. The innocent bystander, he is simply out wandering around Vailkrin - and earning numerous ugly looks from zombies that likely have been tampered with by his magics - before he steps food on the overgrown property, and even now he finds himself unable to escape the undead. But he seems to be far from their main concern, a black wolf standing on the manse's porch holding the zombies' attention. His head cocks as he wonders just why they care about wildlife being the mindless things they are, and not someone humanoid like himself. A shrug, and then he's looking around the overgrown land, gaining his bearings, examining the lay of the place. So many places that things could pop out at him, where he could be ambushed; he'll have to be careful. Into the wildly grown bushes and unkept grass he strides, tripping more than once on a root here or there, or the gods alone know what that may be stashed here in the foliage. A good thing it's just one mindless wolf and some zombies - or so he thinks. Otherwise all this stumbling would be embarassing.
You ;; Lottie's giggle is sharp and piercing in Senka's ear and not only because of the quality of her voice, there's a wind that accompanies it that ruffles the tiny hairs on her ear before making them stand on end and that chills the skin beneath almost painfully. But the phantom is looking the same way the unruffled wolf is looking, the red and blue pair both unblinking though one is intense in passion while another is simply...malicious. "The Alpha has a weakness for a man," The words are certain, as they always are when they are whispered to the wolf. Indeed the phantom is the epitome of cute as she raises her tiny child hand to whisper in the Elder's ear words that make her snort, quietly, in amusement. Her breath is seen as she does so for though the albino may stand tall and proud, truth is that beneath her fur she's shivering. Death, after all, is a very cold embrace indeed. "A man who has gone but where? She does not know…" The wolf moves then, paws sturdy and certain even over rotting floor to all but welcome a familiar face and that of a stranger. Black lids blink for the first time then, slowly, even though her unnerving stare is as heavy as it's always been until it's easy to all but feel it slide over skin, and Mahri might even feel it pressing down on her wolfish shoulders as she's the victim of an attention that is rarely focussed. But it's focussed now, the deep red of unreadable eyes seeming to take every shift in her muscles, the raise and lower of her chest, the look of her eyes and perhaps, if she stares any longer, the core of her soul. "It frightens her," Lottie all but giggles the words, her eyes much brighter then that of her ever haunted companion. Yet, somehow, this makes the blue that much more cutting then Senka's stare will ever be. "Because she has family now, pack now. And where will she be if she looses it?" There's a shift between the zombies, a new kind of restlessness that comes with the approach of new meat. Just like that Mahri is no longer burdened by the knowing stare of the Elder even as she joins her on the zombie-free porch, Vaelusil instead the new victim of her stare. Should the other wolf dare to come close to the albino she will most likely feel the drop of temperature of the unseen companions, perhaps see the cloud of her breath for, after all, those infected with the lycan virus are rarely blessed with the low temperature of humans. Either way, both Lottie as Senka ignore the other wolf for now, equally arrogantly, as red and blue settle on the drow. The wolf doesn't know much, downright nothing, of drows other then what she sees. However, of Vaelustil she will learn, she will know. "He minds his height," The phantom seems bored with the fact, almost disappointed in her conclusion, "It makes him insecure, especially when around those higher then he," There's a pause, as black lids blink with that same disinterest as her little companion has shown. However the new truth that is whispered in her ear makes them darken again in that malicious oddly predatory amusement that is so becoming on her already ominous wolven face. "He's afraid of spiders even though he's not supposed to be, being what he is," Not understanding why he isn't supposed to be afraid of spiders isn't nearly as important as the knowledge that the Manse is all but infected with them, and again the elder utters a snort of amusement. Quite suddenly her gaze snaps back towards the other lycan and Mahri will feel her not slide in her mind as she's familiar with, but rather tumble as roughly as is her nature. "Why are you here?" Her husky voice is as curious as she's known to be but it is not the alpha who will satisfy that hunger for knowledge. "Maybe she wants you to be pack, still," Lottie suggests sweetly, smiling at Mahri in a manner that fails to be child-like, "Maybe she's afraid of losing you, too" Somehow, the albino doubts it.
Mahri won't take her eyes off the undead even upon feeling the weight of Senka's eyes on her. She does indeed step closer to the white, affirming the phantom's assesment of the alpha's want of family. At least for Senka anyway. Mahri simply wants to get away from the decay. Muscles under her sleek coat twitch when chilled air creeps through the overcoat and thicker under-coat and touches bare skin. Swinging her head around, she's just in time to catch Senka's red-eyed gaze before it slips away and out to the overgrown jungle of a garden. Following the path, Mahri can just make out a shape. Ebony skin and white or silvery hair. The scent drifting on the breeze marks the newcomer as ..Vael? Ears perk forward with interest as the zombies shamble towards the Drow and yet..Mahri does nothing. Simply stands there to watch as though curious about how the drow will get out of this one. Just as she's about to settle on her haunches, Senka's voice penetrates her skull..mind to mind and all that, causing her to once again look the albino's way. "Answers," is the reply before those silvery eyes turn once more to Vael. She does not notice the scurry of a single spider past her paw. The arachnid has its own agenda as it scuttles towards Vael. Strangely though, it seems to grow as it gets closer to him until the eight-legged thing is roughly the same size as Mahri.
Vaelustil falls to his hands and knees after one particularly gnarly root, and it's as he rises to his feet that he sees the zombies staggering towards him in their awkward gaits, marching like a miniature army out to sack a small villiage of all its goods. He falls into a defensive stance, a sword suddenly in his hand rather than its sheath, its spider-shaped pommel gleaming dully in the eternal moonlight of the city, and waits for the zombies to get closer. Slow things, they are, and he begins to relax, simply waiting at rest rather than tense for the undead to get closer...but it's not the undead he finds himself worried about. As though his sword's hilt had lept away and become real, a spider - and a rapidly growing one - skitters his way, and red eyes grow as wide as the moon in the sky, that defensive stance returning and his jaw setting tensely. With each closing foot the drow's body begins to shake until at last his composure breaks and he's darting away, trying his damnedest to get away from the giant arachnid. But the spider has the advantage, its eight legs to his two, and no matter how fast the drow runs, no matter how many zigs and zags he puts into his path, the spider readily closes. "Gods damned Spider Bitch," he curses between pants as he continues to run, cleaving through unfortunate zombies that get in his way as he goes. "Why do her little pets always insist on hounding me?" Quite unfortunate for the drow to have cursed his people's goddess, for at that very moment he finds himself stuck between the chasing spider and a wall of undead. Such explicatives as he uses at that moment cannot be noted here, but there certainly is a string of colorful uses for it made.
You has become an observer. It's a role that suits her surprisingly well, rather just like how the role of advisor had fallen on her shoulders far easier then she ever imagined, considering how chaotic, reckless and impulsive she tends to be. Yet it would be hard to imagine the beast like that now as her massive head tilts to the side in something that can only be curiosity, already perked ears straining to do more so, at the sight of a surprisingly large spider. Of course there were larger spiders she's seen in a forest not too far from here so the albino remains as relaxed as she ever could be which, really, isn't all that much even if she even goes as far to lower her hind legs and settle comfortably on the porch. Despite the fact that the spider is not limited to the massive lane and garden like the zombies are, despite the fact that the arachnid doesn't fear the ghosts like the 'living' undead do, the wolf makes absolutely no move to put an end to the eight legged creature. Mahri even manages to distract her by that cryptic answer, and though the elder snorts superiorly, something of her usual nature, of her true nature rather then what the ghosts awaken in her, shows in the uneasy twitch of her maw. Senka is not a fan of being buddy-buddy or risk people getting emotional and something in Mahri's voice, not to mention the fact that she has a hunch as to what kind of answers the alpha wants, has her typical awkward manner returning. Lottie hisses, an unearthly sound that comes with the twist on her face that makes it into an expression no child will ever wear at the sudden feel of emotions awakening within the earlier so calm Elder. Perhaps the other wolf will feel the sudden drop in an already low temperature that comes with the ghosts displeasure, perhaps she'll hear nails running over the wood in the house as other phantoms awaken and react to this displeasure, perhaps not but Senka surely notices. Tension again creeping along her shoulders and hackles rising along her spine despite her fighting it the albino tosses her head suddenly and restlessly. Of course she decides to let her eyes glaze then, the image of Vaelustil blurring before her, to once more take a tumble into the other's mind. "Took you long enough," There's a hint of amusement in that husky 'voice' that enters the other's mind but also a hint of displeasure. Of an alpha the white one had expected more and sooner. She's that superior advisor again, that violent mother hen that is so cruel in her teaching as she arrogantly turns her head away from Mahri to watch the stranger instead. It's misfortune, really, that the drow hasn't revealed that mark that will show her he's pack. The white one will not move; she's not known for her soft heart nor her kindness to strangers for a reason.
I'm too tired to look it over, so excuse the mistakes that are still in there. I know it's short but to me it feels like the true start of the ghostie rp so I'm excited about it and eager to share