New Voices (Journal)
Posted: 15 Feb 2015, 16:53
< a memory >
[ Solene ]
She’d seen the new face a few times… once, she could have sworn she saw the flush of human frailty in her cheeks. A pulse, definitely, but now she seemed as still and concrete as a gravestone. It seemed true that death presided over Harper Rock.
Having managed to make her way through the entire house without being detected, Solene folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorframe to the study. Normally, she would meet her puppy here, but he had been absent since Habren’s death… instead, there stood the girl over a tome that Solene had been careful not to destroy countless times. Auburn hair cascaded in waves down the girl’s back and over an outfit that seemed a little too US west coast to be productive in Canada… sure, there was a sweater, but it was a loose knit and lazily paired with a thin dress and poorly weathered brandless boots. Clearly, she had been dressed by a man… a man who had no interest in showing her off. The blonde tsk’d and shook her head, then took great care to make some kind of noise for the sake of avoiding accidents. Accidents were a pain in the ***.
“Be careful with that book… she’ll skin you if you get anything on the pages.”
The air seemed to stiffen as a cold gaze cut over Solene and tiny lightning like fractures shot through the wood finish of the floor.
[ Lilianne ]
Runes… These are familiar. This formation makes little sense, but… perhaps I misread. Perhaps the images were wrong.
Great amounts of trust had been granted for her studies, so magic rather than a physical force was used to turn the pages of the tome. It was as aged as her sire and looked far worse for the wear… a delicate hand was required and Lilianne was anything but delicate. She had discovered nearly everything she could have questions about within the first few hundred pages, but every documented ritual and rite varied from the practices that she had been raised with. It would have been enough to discredit the work if it hadn’t all made sense and somehow tug at a place of truth within her. The girl was up to her brows in contemplation when the presence of another broke through her concentration.
Blonde hair… fine blonde strands like satin stretched from their roots to the ridges in the ceiling as she hung suspended in the air. The girl was stretched crucifixion style over a web of lightning bolts and paralyzed, though she failed to perish. It was a curious happening and definitely a first in Lilianne’s world, so she knew the pretty girl had to have been something other than human. Of course, that was mostly expected of everyone in Harper Rock.
Like a vulture, she circled the woman from the ground, drawing up shards of electrified wood from the flooring in her wake. She had already been put off by the information she found in her studies that varied so severely from that of the cult’s teachings, but to be startled by a stranger while drowning in confusion only helped to tip her over the edge. It was, in every way, an unreasonable reaction… but blend the untapped power with the temper of a new vampire and you might have chaos. The path of her destruction somehow managed to exclude the tomes and items of magic stored in the space, which would later be her saving grace, but the floor and possibly the walls would need a new finish- beyond that, it was only the blonde and she seemed indestructible. All in all, it was an improvement.
[ Solene ]
Solene was, by path alone, her own source of destructive tendencies. The gifts given to necromancers were substantial, but nothing like that of a natural witch. There were (in theory) a few things she could try to get out of the annoying little trap that was working to singe her designer threads, but she felt the presence of Habren in the ***** and she didn’t feel like there was any good way of explaining away an attack on kin.
After what seemed like a very painful millenia, Solene felt her legs buckle under her as she slammed into the splinters that covered the floor. The heel on her stilettos snapped as she made contact and what was left of her clothing fell off of her once she was able to push herself back up. With one arm, she pushed her hair out of her face, and with the other she covered her breasts- her eyes, however, didn’t stop to assess the damage on their way up to the witch’s face.
“What the **** is your problem?”
She was known to be quiet… and when she wasn’t, she was full of sarcasm and strange questions. Finding out what exactly caused acts of unimaginable stupidity wasn’t on the top of her list most days unless she was dealing with bones and time worn history, but the girl had ruined seasonal designer heels, her work suit, and a good deal of the patience she held on reserve for new people and infant vampires.
----
It wasn’t long after meeting Lilianne that the curse found a home. True, whatever she had done seemed to boost the mythical vampiric complexion theory of beauty as I noticed less hair was falling out and I didn’t have to rely on shadows to hide the evidence of my path… but the weird **** held hands with the good stuff. Ironically, it all fit in with what I had been searching for my entire life, but it was as fun as pitching a tent with a fadebeast. Not exactly a walk in the park.
There was the easy stuff- like ghosts accompanying me on my ghost hunts. As many times as they have tried to kill me again, I have to say that one has been gratifying and makes me feel like it hasn’t all been a lost cause. The hard moments have come when I haven’t been looking… As I get stronger though, the curse gets worse and I’m having trouble keeping track.
As always, I’ve told the puppy my troubles and when I had the thought to keep a journal, he licked my cheek. That’s his way of being supportive- that, and being my floor pillow. I hope it helps. I really hate the confusion.
[ Solene ]
She’d seen the new face a few times… once, she could have sworn she saw the flush of human frailty in her cheeks. A pulse, definitely, but now she seemed as still and concrete as a gravestone. It seemed true that death presided over Harper Rock.
Having managed to make her way through the entire house without being detected, Solene folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorframe to the study. Normally, she would meet her puppy here, but he had been absent since Habren’s death… instead, there stood the girl over a tome that Solene had been careful not to destroy countless times. Auburn hair cascaded in waves down the girl’s back and over an outfit that seemed a little too US west coast to be productive in Canada… sure, there was a sweater, but it was a loose knit and lazily paired with a thin dress and poorly weathered brandless boots. Clearly, she had been dressed by a man… a man who had no interest in showing her off. The blonde tsk’d and shook her head, then took great care to make some kind of noise for the sake of avoiding accidents. Accidents were a pain in the ***.
“Be careful with that book… she’ll skin you if you get anything on the pages.”
The air seemed to stiffen as a cold gaze cut over Solene and tiny lightning like fractures shot through the wood finish of the floor.
[ Lilianne ]
Runes… These are familiar. This formation makes little sense, but… perhaps I misread. Perhaps the images were wrong.
Great amounts of trust had been granted for her studies, so magic rather than a physical force was used to turn the pages of the tome. It was as aged as her sire and looked far worse for the wear… a delicate hand was required and Lilianne was anything but delicate. She had discovered nearly everything she could have questions about within the first few hundred pages, but every documented ritual and rite varied from the practices that she had been raised with. It would have been enough to discredit the work if it hadn’t all made sense and somehow tug at a place of truth within her. The girl was up to her brows in contemplation when the presence of another broke through her concentration.
Blonde hair… fine blonde strands like satin stretched from their roots to the ridges in the ceiling as she hung suspended in the air. The girl was stretched crucifixion style over a web of lightning bolts and paralyzed, though she failed to perish. It was a curious happening and definitely a first in Lilianne’s world, so she knew the pretty girl had to have been something other than human. Of course, that was mostly expected of everyone in Harper Rock.
Like a vulture, she circled the woman from the ground, drawing up shards of electrified wood from the flooring in her wake. She had already been put off by the information she found in her studies that varied so severely from that of the cult’s teachings, but to be startled by a stranger while drowning in confusion only helped to tip her over the edge. It was, in every way, an unreasonable reaction… but blend the untapped power with the temper of a new vampire and you might have chaos. The path of her destruction somehow managed to exclude the tomes and items of magic stored in the space, which would later be her saving grace, but the floor and possibly the walls would need a new finish- beyond that, it was only the blonde and she seemed indestructible. All in all, it was an improvement.
[ Solene ]
Solene was, by path alone, her own source of destructive tendencies. The gifts given to necromancers were substantial, but nothing like that of a natural witch. There were (in theory) a few things she could try to get out of the annoying little trap that was working to singe her designer threads, but she felt the presence of Habren in the ***** and she didn’t feel like there was any good way of explaining away an attack on kin.
After what seemed like a very painful millenia, Solene felt her legs buckle under her as she slammed into the splinters that covered the floor. The heel on her stilettos snapped as she made contact and what was left of her clothing fell off of her once she was able to push herself back up. With one arm, she pushed her hair out of her face, and with the other she covered her breasts- her eyes, however, didn’t stop to assess the damage on their way up to the witch’s face.
“What the **** is your problem?”
She was known to be quiet… and when she wasn’t, she was full of sarcasm and strange questions. Finding out what exactly caused acts of unimaginable stupidity wasn’t on the top of her list most days unless she was dealing with bones and time worn history, but the girl had ruined seasonal designer heels, her work suit, and a good deal of the patience she held on reserve for new people and infant vampires.
----
It wasn’t long after meeting Lilianne that the curse found a home. True, whatever she had done seemed to boost the mythical vampiric complexion theory of beauty as I noticed less hair was falling out and I didn’t have to rely on shadows to hide the evidence of my path… but the weird **** held hands with the good stuff. Ironically, it all fit in with what I had been searching for my entire life, but it was as fun as pitching a tent with a fadebeast. Not exactly a walk in the park.
There was the easy stuff- like ghosts accompanying me on my ghost hunts. As many times as they have tried to kill me again, I have to say that one has been gratifying and makes me feel like it hasn’t all been a lost cause. The hard moments have come when I haven’t been looking… As I get stronger though, the curse gets worse and I’m having trouble keeping track.
As always, I’ve told the puppy my troubles and when I had the thought to keep a journal, he licked my cheek. That’s his way of being supportive- that, and being my floor pillow. I hope it helps. I really hate the confusion.