Post by Femme on Jan 19, 2006 15:05:26 GMT -5
It was as though someone had left a singular crayon out in the heat to melt. The sky was stained a thousand shades of blue, each melting darker and darker onto the horizon that lay above the surface of the lake ahead. Calm waters reflected the sway of the trees in the distance, of the clouds in the sky that drifted along their merry way off to some great palace far away. The woods just behind her echoed with the sounds of what creatures lay within the darkness, each howling to what mate it may find, or to the pack that waited in low brush for its prey to walk unknowingly into their path. Standing at the edge of the brown grass trail that led towards a crumbling cabin she felt herself at the edge of another graveyard. The winds called, whispering of what days had once long ago passed here, of the laughter and the screams that echoed in those now crumbled walls. Winds tore at shredded fabric left on a rotted windowsill as though taking revenge for all the years it had been locked out. There was nothing here anymore, nothing save the bits of wood that would stand only as a tombstone. Perhaps it wasn’t as bad as she was making it out to be, but cool chestnut eyes regarded it as destruction of what once used to be a paradise.
Again the wind rose, bearing its terrible weight upon the material of the dark cloak that encircled her slender form; Whips of ebony shot outwards, trapped in winds cold hand, trembling as though terrified of its strength, but she… she remained still. Features remained clouded beneath the thick shadows that were wrapped carefully around her visage so that if anyone would happen upon her they’d not see what lay beneath. Even her hair was folded back, tucked deep within so that not even a single strand would escape to catch in the threads of golden light that the sun cast down upon this desolate place. She merely stood there for the longest of moments observing scenes that would play out only within her own mind; she could still see all who once ran through these fields and played within the lakes cool water. It was a grave now, all of it, everything she’d ever known. Only a day previous to her venture here had she happened upon a place that once held more memories then this small parcel of land ever could. It was there, where once she called home, that she witnessed the tragedy that had befallen such a peaceful place. No longer would the waves lap upon the sandy shores that gave way to rolling fields of grass laced with clover and daisies. Now there was only ash, a landscape that would have rivaled Hell should its fires ever be extinguished.
Memories were painful now.
The imprint of her small feet would hardly be noticed upon the trail that led towards the lake for a thousand other footsteps had traveled that same path a thousand times before her. She ventured onwards, down passed the crumbling cabin to the lake where still waters would remain undisturbed of the decline that was happening on the shores beyond. Her lips sealed with a dark kiss as she knelt down, merely bending knees to bring her closer to the water that she’d approached. From within the sleeves of the cloak her hands emerged, pale flesh stained with a deep crimson, bloodshed that was not her own. Into the frigid waters she allowed the lapping waves to caresses away the stain aiding only by rubbing nimble digits together. Slipping a hand free of the water she retrieved from her pocket a small box, the dark velvet material that once enshrouded it peeling away at the edges, that which was no longer covered stained with the same crimson taint as her hands had been. With gentle ease she cupped the water, raising it upwards to spill upon the lid of the box, fingers once more working to free it from the stain that captured the worn beauty. Once the stain was washed away a single finger worked at the small clasp to free what treasures lay within.
Were that anyone was near to witness it they perhaps would have seen the sparkle in her eyes as the lid of the tiny box was opened and the delicate treasures within exposed. Sunlight from above cast its warmth down onto each it turn it seemed, drawing from the tiny carvings a rainbow that filled the bottom of the small confines. Again, with a single finger she reached inwards, gently stroking each of the three objects in turn, the memory of each drawing out a smile upon her lips. For a moment she simply remained there, staring into the space of rainbows letting her mind wander. The world could pass and perhaps she’d not notice, perhaps she’d not care, but it was there, within the capture of such fragile things that such deep memories with great emotions lay, but none would see. The box, now cleansed of what soiled it was sealed once more and slipped back into her pocket where it would continue to remain safe. From one treasure to the next she moved, her left hand set aloft while fingers on her right worked at freeing the small ring from the opposite hand. With great care she set to washing it in the cool caress of the water. The gold shone beneath the lapping waves that she made with her stirrings, the image of the tiny dragon wrapped around a rose distorted, somehow elongated. Diamonds and rubies shone in their own colors, sparkling and shading the sand beneath like the gentle caress of a lover’s hand. In silence she regarded the last of the treasures she held dear to her heart before slipping it back upon her finger and hiding both hands once more within the folds of her cloak.
She ascended then, standing once more to her full height and merely gazed across the lakes surface. A shuddering breath was expelled as at last she turned and moved away from the water’s edge. There was but one stop left to make now, and her heart sank at the thought of what darkness now lay there. Hope had been lost so long ago, dark lessons leaving their stain upon a once fragile mind that was so open to ideals that were of wrong comings.
Back to the edge of the path, to the beginning of the forest she moved swiftly, the rustling of her cloak the only sound that would make it to her ears. One last thing to do…
From before her she stole from a tree a single branch whose length and girth would well support her means. It seemed almost deafening against the silence around her as the branch snapped away from the tree with a sharp –CRACK-.From within the opposite pocket of the tiny box she withdrew a bit of fabric and began to fasten it to the end of the large stick she now had in her possession. Delicate ease and the curl of dainty fingers soon had material tied perfectly, the stick then lofted onto her shoulder. Carried upon her shoulder, much like the tattered rags of a hobo’s meager possessions she moved back down the path pausing at the halfway mark between the woods and the cabin. Black earths parted as she shoved the sharp end of the stick into the ground, kicking dirt around the base to secure it into place. Not a moment more was spared, not another look back as she spun upon her heel and departed back down the path. Only one stop left to make now and she’d not dawdle.
Deep into the woods she moved, disappearing as silently as she’d come… The only clue that she’d been was the bit of crimson material left flapping in the breeze…
Again the wind rose, bearing its terrible weight upon the material of the dark cloak that encircled her slender form; Whips of ebony shot outwards, trapped in winds cold hand, trembling as though terrified of its strength, but she… she remained still. Features remained clouded beneath the thick shadows that were wrapped carefully around her visage so that if anyone would happen upon her they’d not see what lay beneath. Even her hair was folded back, tucked deep within so that not even a single strand would escape to catch in the threads of golden light that the sun cast down upon this desolate place. She merely stood there for the longest of moments observing scenes that would play out only within her own mind; she could still see all who once ran through these fields and played within the lakes cool water. It was a grave now, all of it, everything she’d ever known. Only a day previous to her venture here had she happened upon a place that once held more memories then this small parcel of land ever could. It was there, where once she called home, that she witnessed the tragedy that had befallen such a peaceful place. No longer would the waves lap upon the sandy shores that gave way to rolling fields of grass laced with clover and daisies. Now there was only ash, a landscape that would have rivaled Hell should its fires ever be extinguished.
Memories were painful now.
The imprint of her small feet would hardly be noticed upon the trail that led towards the lake for a thousand other footsteps had traveled that same path a thousand times before her. She ventured onwards, down passed the crumbling cabin to the lake where still waters would remain undisturbed of the decline that was happening on the shores beyond. Her lips sealed with a dark kiss as she knelt down, merely bending knees to bring her closer to the water that she’d approached. From within the sleeves of the cloak her hands emerged, pale flesh stained with a deep crimson, bloodshed that was not her own. Into the frigid waters she allowed the lapping waves to caresses away the stain aiding only by rubbing nimble digits together. Slipping a hand free of the water she retrieved from her pocket a small box, the dark velvet material that once enshrouded it peeling away at the edges, that which was no longer covered stained with the same crimson taint as her hands had been. With gentle ease she cupped the water, raising it upwards to spill upon the lid of the box, fingers once more working to free it from the stain that captured the worn beauty. Once the stain was washed away a single finger worked at the small clasp to free what treasures lay within.
Were that anyone was near to witness it they perhaps would have seen the sparkle in her eyes as the lid of the tiny box was opened and the delicate treasures within exposed. Sunlight from above cast its warmth down onto each it turn it seemed, drawing from the tiny carvings a rainbow that filled the bottom of the small confines. Again, with a single finger she reached inwards, gently stroking each of the three objects in turn, the memory of each drawing out a smile upon her lips. For a moment she simply remained there, staring into the space of rainbows letting her mind wander. The world could pass and perhaps she’d not notice, perhaps she’d not care, but it was there, within the capture of such fragile things that such deep memories with great emotions lay, but none would see. The box, now cleansed of what soiled it was sealed once more and slipped back into her pocket where it would continue to remain safe. From one treasure to the next she moved, her left hand set aloft while fingers on her right worked at freeing the small ring from the opposite hand. With great care she set to washing it in the cool caress of the water. The gold shone beneath the lapping waves that she made with her stirrings, the image of the tiny dragon wrapped around a rose distorted, somehow elongated. Diamonds and rubies shone in their own colors, sparkling and shading the sand beneath like the gentle caress of a lover’s hand. In silence she regarded the last of the treasures she held dear to her heart before slipping it back upon her finger and hiding both hands once more within the folds of her cloak.
She ascended then, standing once more to her full height and merely gazed across the lakes surface. A shuddering breath was expelled as at last she turned and moved away from the water’s edge. There was but one stop left to make now, and her heart sank at the thought of what darkness now lay there. Hope had been lost so long ago, dark lessons leaving their stain upon a once fragile mind that was so open to ideals that were of wrong comings.
Back to the edge of the path, to the beginning of the forest she moved swiftly, the rustling of her cloak the only sound that would make it to her ears. One last thing to do…
From before her she stole from a tree a single branch whose length and girth would well support her means. It seemed almost deafening against the silence around her as the branch snapped away from the tree with a sharp –CRACK-.From within the opposite pocket of the tiny box she withdrew a bit of fabric and began to fasten it to the end of the large stick she now had in her possession. Delicate ease and the curl of dainty fingers soon had material tied perfectly, the stick then lofted onto her shoulder. Carried upon her shoulder, much like the tattered rags of a hobo’s meager possessions she moved back down the path pausing at the halfway mark between the woods and the cabin. Black earths parted as she shoved the sharp end of the stick into the ground, kicking dirt around the base to secure it into place. Not a moment more was spared, not another look back as she spun upon her heel and departed back down the path. Only one stop left to make now and she’d not dawdle.
Deep into the woods she moved, disappearing as silently as she’d come… The only clue that she’d been was the bit of crimson material left flapping in the breeze…