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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 6:07 pm
 It was so hot... just...burning away at everything. The soft petals, some already gone, some blowing away in the hot wind, escaping certain destruction... others crippling under the oddly blue flames.
She couldn't move. She could scream. She could only sit there in awe of the flames. How this all had come to be... she didn't know. She never could tell. It was maddening. something that pulled at her conscious mind, that made her shake.
The heat came over her then. She looked down, eyes widening. A soundless scream ripping from her mouth. The flames were demons, devouring her flesh little by little... She tried to move, tried to run.... she couldn't. It confused her further, made her fear run over her. She tasted bile in her mouth, felt death consuming her flesh with each passing second...
Everything was so cold then....
The young girl woke with a start, for the third time that night... no, not night anymore. It was morning. The daylight shone through the grim window, casting little light into the tiny room. "Again..." she murmured. With some effort, she got out of bed, her limbs heavy and pained as if still being burnt by the fire.
"At least... I could scream..." she mumbled, moving to do her business and get some food in her. Why were the dreams coming like that... was it because of the castle? She was dared to go in... but...the rumors... "I don't believe in ghost tales.." she murmured, turning as she saw motion.
Nothing was there though. Just another shadow it felt like. Or was it really a shadow? A dull light, covered by the sun, moved about the room. The poe that had followed the girl home was moving, giggling lightly to itself. such a horror was not unnatural in this town, but to be honest, it was something that was becoming scarce.
All the rumors led the castle to be abandoned as it was, and the poes had to take what came their way. The nightmares... they only brought forth a sort of sustenance for the spirits. They liked it though.
The girl left the house, and the poe followed her though the city. As it did each day since the girl crossed paths with the purple cloaked being.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 6:48 pm
 He woke with a start and wiped the sweat from his brow as he pulled on a dirty green shirt and ran his hair back, tying it with a lose scrap of cloth. He stood and caught a raged breath still reeling for the nightmares, ghastly visions of murder far worse than he had ever done, for though he was a soldier, it was a time of peace and there was little need for senseless bloodshed.Daddy! Dont! Dont take him...,You cant leave, You cant! we need you! No! You cant die, no! He didn't have children, no family, no loved ones left. Yet, the pain was real; no fiend sympathy or speculation, every single night he was taken away from all he had, his wife, his kids. Every knight he died and was born again over and over. The blistering pain paled in comparison to the hollow pang of waking up.
He longed for sleep, the chance to drown himself is the cool embrace of love. no matter how fleeting the duration, how tragic; no, painful the end, he wished for nothing more than sleep. However, by day it was not love or pain he drowned in, it was spirits. Cheap, strong, sour or stale he drank his mind to a coma, only venturing to the muffled whispers and the shifting stares of town when his supply dwinled, today was one such day. O bleakest of days it was, the sky was clear, the birds happy and chirping. loud and bright, the most unfortunate of combinations.
He lived at the farthest reaches of town, small as it was he was still close to the inn, to the inn and to another warm and embracing stupor. As was its normal condition his mind went on unthinking, unthinking as to how he would pay for his drink. Unthinking as to how much of his stipend had been spent and stumbled away into the streets.
The walk was short, but in his condition even standing was a colossal feat and before long he was propped against buildings, exhausted and dying for drink, His mind had finally caught up with his body and he realized his destitute status and he turned a corner and nearly fell into a girl wandering the streets of town, " Have pity on an old drunken fool, a handful of coins for a drink is all i ask?" (( sorry for the extreme lateness, my short attention span struck again))
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 1:19 pm
The appearance of the man made her a bit uneasy. He was admitting that he was a drunk... but she had not money. "I-I don't...have anything..." She mumbled, looking away and stepping back. "S-sorry."
The poe behind her seemed to smile, amused by the tired and haunted appearance of the man. She drifted near the young girl, making her shiver with the cold that seemed to come from the ethereal creature's body.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 5:35 pm
He saw the shadowy blur resting over the girls shoulder and sighed, letting himself fall against the wall behind him. "Of course you dont, id have to have even the slightest bit of good fortune for that to happen." He took out an empty flask and in an act of desperation pressed it against his lips. "What are you waiting for! Kick me while i'm down and leave, like all the rest! He screamed as he tossed the flask to the ground. He glanced over his shoulder before ending with, "And take your beast with you!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 10:56 pm
His sudden agressive reply scared the girl. Tears formed in her dull blue eyes. "B-beast?!" She looked around, shaking and scared. "I...I don't see it..." She sniffled and hugged herself, backing away from the man. With a whimper, she hit a wall and started to cry.
Saridichi's eyes gained a disliking appearance. Who was this man to bother the child she was haunting? If it were night, she would have taken her lantern across the man's face! But alas... the light was hiding her form and actions from being known in any other way than a faint shadow.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 3:48 am
"You're young but your not ignorant, you dont have to see it to know its there." If he was in his right mind he would have comforted her, he would have never said anything of the sort he did. But he wasn't in his right mind; hadn't been for a very long time. So instead he kept talking, "It's whispers crawl into your skull, taint your dreams. Every choice you make it influences, every time you even breathe its there, watching and waiting." he grabbed the flask he had angrily tossed away just moments ago and stuffed it into his pocket, "That type of anguish doesn't have to be seen, or even acknowledged for it to affect you. Quite the contrary."
Khanfer let out a half hollow echo of laughter. Barley louder than a whisper, it was relishing in it's own twisted torment. He had turned a proud man into a shell of pain. Had it not been for the light he would have enjoyed himself much more, Tormenting this girl would have definitely been fun.
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