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 Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 6:16 am
~~ Kiddy playpen ~~ Dante, Ingina, Vohu, Lairi and Kiyoshi. A devil amongst all the sweet hearts... Eep...
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 6:22 am
~~ The Good, the Bad, and the Evil ~~ Who's more twisted on their own world? Dante or Gregor? ninja ...
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:58 am
~~Secrets within Secrets~~ or
Nightmare Metaplot, Part I Life was cool on the Black household through Dante's blindfolded eyes. In a couple of months, she had gained two new siblings, one being a funny baby and the other a hyper boy with insect wings (dragonfly, as she learned later) with whom she could play and run all day in the woods. She had gone into another world, where the ground was fuzzy and everything was cramped till the last of it's particles with magic, and met her grandparents, mom's parents. Memories of the times spent there came to the child's mind as she sat on the backyard of the house, under the lid of the roof. Leaning comfortably on the chair, which was no longer so large that she'd sink on it. Getting taller sure had it's uses...
Her daydreaming was interrupted harshly when a very frantic Mya rushed into the scene with a plate of food on her hands, half eaten. Fries and scrambled eggs, one of Dante's favorites. "Dante, you've finished eating already?!?" she exclaimed. Dante could hear the worry on her voice very clearly, and sense the frown on her face very well. How would she escape this time? "Mooom, I woke up late, remember? I had breakfast half an hour ago?"
That caught Mya off guard. She wasn't blind, she had noticed very well Dante was eating less. Her skin, which had gained a very nice shade in the past months, had become greyish in a matter of a week. She had even lost her high endurance, coming home after running around for a short time as if she had just ran the marathon, anemic. However, Dante was right this time. But she wasn't going to give up. Nope.
"D, are you sure you're okay? You haven't been eating a lot, you get tired the second you start exercising, and you..." She wouldn't say that she looked paller. How would she know? "... you seem exhausted lately. Have you been sleeping well at night, or is there anything troubling you?"
Dante didn't like the way it was going. She knew perfectly well she was not okay. Not having an inkling of peaceful sleep at night can really beat a person down, especially if it was a rather frighteful nightmare... But could it really be a nightmare? After all, since when do dreams leave a mark on someone's skin? However, the Condemned surely didn't want to appear weak, but, mostly, her care for Mya impelled her to hide her suffering. It already stung to see her mother worried so much. "No, I've been sleeping soundly mom." She just have to make her pains seem lesser and unworriesome. "Maybe I got some sort of wierd flu or something..."
In one way, it comforted Mya that Dante was probably just sick. After all, sick people do display the same symptoms as her when they have a cold or a flu usually. However, she hadn't been coughing or anything... Caringly, Mya kissed Dante in the forehead, stroking her dreaded hair. "You're right, you're feverish. It's warm though, so there's no trouble. When it gets cold, though, come inside, okay?" Dante nodded obbediantly, smiling. "Okay mom, I will." Her secret was safe for now. She'd just have to find a way to get it fix. Alone.
With her mind bustling with thoughts, Mya headed back to the house. In a way, she felt unsatisfied with the answers. Something wasn't right, it just... didn't feel right. Dante was hiding something, but what? The girl could be stupidly stubborn, and she had gotten a good taste of that when a few strands of Storm's hair were found on a locked box on Dante's room. She had asked and asked, scolded, bribed, everything possible, but nothing had come out...
Back outside, Dante heard the birds sing, her smile fading. Leaning back, she cringed lightly, feeling the slashes on her back touching the black t-shirt under her tunic. She rubbed her wrists as well, feeling the rings of lacerations around them and the forearms, hidden carefully under her gloves. She had to find a solution, she just had. Her thoughts roamed away, to her... friends. Yes, she could trust them. For how long had she been without seeing them? It didn't matter, felt like eons... Maybe with them she coud figure it out...
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 7:41 am
~~Lara Croft gone wrong?~~
or
Nightmare Metaplot, Part II The first time Dante suffered with the nightmares, there was something that induced an undescribable pain in her mind. Not the fact that she was in a body she didn't know, an adult woman with short hair, uncovered eyes and a cold air of resolution around her, all very familiar though unplaceable. Not the fact that a marked impression of having been in this building, a large temple made of stone with a rich decoration abundant in fabrics, small lit up pyres and finely worked materials before. No, something that seemed at first terrifyingly beautiful and unknown.
Color. The moment Dante began dreaming, her mind's eyes were hurt by all the lively colors surrounding her, the night blue sky, the white ivory, the yellow gold, the crimson silk. Oddly enough, it was like she had forever known what everything was, from the color palette to the precious gold and silver. But the dream gave her no time to wonder, as the woman- no, her!-, wrapped in a dark cape, broke into a run through the shadows and entered the obviously sacred place.
Gracefully, in a non stop run, she'd sneak by the columns, climb to the ceilings, leap from wall to wall. Dante's thoughts mingled with this woman's at this point, her straight goal marked. She was better than all humans. She'd best even the gods, and start by the one that had never heard her prayers and even let her down. Aphrodite's temple offered no challenge to her, she had studied it closely by coming as if she was a servant. Being a woman and a servant, no one had remarked her, so many flooded the temple. A smug smirk bailed on her cold face.
After crossing the empty hallways, Dante arrived a magnificent room, presided by a massive size golde statue of Aphrodite. The beauty of the statue did not impress her seasoned eyes. With the thoughts united in the dream, the young one had no say, just remembering piece by piece after awakening, fascinated by the marvels witnessed despite the horrible pain that ensued. Instead, her greed was focused on a jewel underneath, a magnificent golden chain necklace with a shimmering ruby attached, placed on a satin pillow in front of the statue, one of the holly rellics. Confidently, the thief launched herself to the soft carpet, rolling in a studied and practiced movement to make the landing safe and extending her leather strapped hand into the precious object. Closing the fingers around the gem, Dante knew it. At last, success!
There's a moment where things go wrong. This would be it.
Suddenly, all the torches in the room flare up, overflowing the hold. The ruby begins to glow a red, threatning light that engulfs the room, and Dante begins to shrink, shrink, shrink as the flames form a circle around her and the statue. In seconds, Dante was back in the body she knew, the blue dreaded hair child, the tunic, the gloves, everything but one detail: the blindfold was remained on the ground in front of her. The pendant, away from her reach, begins changing, shifting into two, no, four thin golden snakes with blood red eyes, wide open mouths bearing threatning fangs, dripping a silverish liquid.
While the horrified child watched the snakes, trying to escape their bites, the statue had become human, in terms of size and, well, feel. Only the long hair remained golden, covering the milky skin and white garment, and framing the heavenly face, with deep red lips and saphire eyes. The beauty, however, seemed mundane, as the goddess had an expression of pure evil glee. "So, you think you can deny me, enter my realm and befoul it? Now suffer for all your sins!" Aphrodite bellowed, waving her hands.
In the circle appeared everyone Dante knew, with desperate faces. One by one, she'd look at them, just to release a long shriek. Before her very eyes, each time she turned her gaze to someone, they'd turn to ivory stone, ironically pure white, and engulfed the fire, scorching them into a coal black tone. One by one, they disappeared into the circle, and added to the choir of voices, repeating one word. "Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal..." From Mosrael, to Tirio, to Taiden, to Ash, to Kalu, to Dante Sr. and many more... in a matter of minutes, they were reduced to stone, and a tear of blood for each of them ran down the Condemned's cheek.
Dante tried closing her eyes, but a mysterious force made them remain wide open, turning her glance to the remaining victims. With all she could, feeling her body weighing the same as plumb, the child threw herself to the blindfold, trying to catch it. Before she could, however, two of the snakes wrapped themselves around her wrists, burning through the gloves' fabric, and anchoring her to the ground, sinking their fangs down. She was just one finger away from the cloth strap, pulling with all her might, the snakes' hold digging deeper and deeper into her flesh. Slowly, they turned into chains, golden chains binding her away tauntingly. So close, yet so far...
"You thought it'd be that easy, huh? Well guess again, commoner!" Aphrodite chuckled at Dante's misery. She reached to the Condemned's face, which she had forced down to her feet, and lifed it up easily to the last one. "Don't you want your misery to be complete? Behold, your dreaded guardian!" In front of her, smilling sweetly like always (which pained Dante even more), stood Mya, in strange peace. "NOOOOOOOOO!" Dante screamed, struggling the best she could. But it was too late.
Before her eyes, Mya turned into a beautiful ivory statue, tears falling from the stone transformed eyes. Dante burst violently into her own blood tears, falling to her knees. "Aaah, and now the final touch." the cruel goddess whispered, as Dante's beloved mother vanished into black ashes before her pained gaze. Like pets, the snakes slithered to the woman's shoulders, which she kissed softly with saddistic glee, their blood red eyes glowing evilly. They waddled down to Aphrodite's palms, shifting like the other pair. Instead of chains, though, long golden whips shaped on her hands, tipped with sharp ruby tacks. Floating in the air, suddenly animated with supernatural life, the weapons preared to fling their gold chord against the Dante's back, waiting for a whim from the goddess.
"Now you cry? The cold stone heart is actually broken? How do you feel, my sweet slave? The flames of your own hatred surrounding you, your own heart, mirrored by your glare, petrifying the ones you care for in this new life others wasted on you. Ah, so much to do, so little time... " Aphrodite paced around the Condemned child, with a wicked smile on her lips. Dante remained quiet, but her sorrow gave way into silent rage, concentrated in those accursed eyes, watching the goddess's every move in vain hopes of turning her into a statue as well.
"... Well, let's see, psicological pain, providing the will to skip that Hermes's accursed precaution... Ah, yes, physical pain... You see, dearest, you haven't noticed yet, but these pretty shiny things you like to lay your hands down so much, or, should I say, you liked, now leave a pretty nasty mark. I think you even tasted such burning sensation before, yes?" A strong sting flickered on Dante's right hand as it was mentioned, unconsciously bending one of her knees down. Where...? "So, let's end this night with a bang... Go my pretties, go, and feed the earth with the blood of the infidel!"
With a finger snap, the snake whips lashed ferociously at Dantes back, opening flowing gashes of blood with just one mere touch. The wounds would close seconds after, cauterized with intense heat, as if fire had sprouted from the slash. Each whip strike would send a wave of horrible pain down the girl's body, withstood without a sound as she contained her anger.
This would continue for what seemed like an eternity, the saddistic cackle of the immortal woman echoing through the space, until it was barely recognisable, the once clear but wicked voice turning into the bellow of a true monster. Alas, even the room slowly faded into a dark, empty void, just Dante, the cackle, the whipping, the pain... Until one last crimson tear flowed down from her emerald, enraged eyes. And then would come the light of day.
Every morning since the sudden beginning of the nightmares, Dante would wake up awfully sore, moving with difficulty at first, and feel the gashes on her wrists and back, silent. However, her first worry was always to reach to her eyes, not comforted by the natural darkness of their closure when her sensing skill was 'off', checking if the binding piece of fabric was still there, and if it was well tied. Never to come off. Ever.
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