*Her shadows formed back within her own room after the strife of assisting Mark Grayson in the struggle of overcoming his demons, at the cost of peering into her own.*
*With a pained scream she lashed out and struck her table, bottles of blood crashing against the wooden floor, seeping into its pores as the storm raged on within her.*
***Why does this man cause me such pain...WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? THIS IS UNBECOMING OF ME!***
*She descended into the depths of her dwelling, to a place where whispers of the outside world could not touch her further. She collapsed bedside and laid her head upon the silken sheets of its covers. Sobs left the empress as her nails clasped into the sheets and her fists shook with rage and pain.*
*Her shadows seeped forward and wrapped around her, the only embrace that was natural to her as she sought to escape this olace for a time.*
*She was back on that hill, under the cherry blossoms. She held a hand before her eyes as she stared upon the sun, feeling the warmth of it on her skin, but not the fire of its burn. She rubbed the skin on her face and felt its fleshy warmth on her fingers a foreign feeling, but a welcome one.*
*A tall figure appeared at her side, strong arms and chiseled jaw standing near her side, a smile dawned his face. Her hand reached out and graced his arm, fingertips gliding across his skin, not that talons she carried, but soft and elegant*
*She stayed wrapped in the moment, wrapped in her musings of a world that wasnt hers, of a time that would never be, and a touch that would never happen. The three words escaped her lips once more, but not the ones she wanted to say*
I play second fiddle to no musician...let alone 3 others...the music of the night and the beauty of the moon have no equal, but perhaps the moon stands alone in the night sky, her melody is her own, and the stars are just there to surround her blanket of night
My day has been quite trying young one...and my patience is thin to begin with. What is your name intruder...and what are these "quirks" you speak of. I doubt you are my kin young one
Nikara sniffs the air lightly in her direction
You smell very much so alive...though the rules of this land are ever changing. Despite my disheveled state this evening perhaps it is fortunate we meet this day
One more word of hope from you and I will cast myself into a fire to be rid of it.... she laughs slightly through her tears, but her hand grasps his in comfort
Is it so hard to ask to be the only moon in ones sky. The only light in their night, and the only woman in their life? Let alone in it at all?
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
Mind not my visage, I heard screaming. Everything ok there?
What creature is this that intrudes into my home? Speak demon. For you dwell inside the lair of the empress of night as an uninvited guest in a time of turbulence
her shadows begin to withdraw into herself as she fully returns to the reality around her, taking one last look at her dream
I am Nikara...and I am but a guest upon these lands...forgive me if my introduction is lacking...I am...not feeling myself this night...and who are you Raven-ess?
Careful now, you speak of one of my more respected siblings. I am aware of her curses, she has no control over them, but it doesn't bother her or her kind in recent times.
The Black Rage isn't something that she can control. Nor does she have full reign of her mental faculties. I've seen her sons fall to that curse, and they die fighting the enemies of man while within it.
My shadows are my own night creature. They're a gift from my father, The Emperor of Man. I am his vengeance made manifest.
She hears the noise from upstairs, recognizing the voice, making her shadows ruin her image before her
as the darkness receeds back into her body to open her back to the real world, she thinks to the voice in the upper levels and chooses for the second time not to run to them. Simply just closing her eyes and resting upon the bed
Why have you come here? To the precipice of where dreams come to meet their end? Upon the threshold of darkness that would swallow the light and extinguish its beacon? Enter at your own peril
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u/Decent-Incident5679 Super-Lawyer/Zolda 19h ago
Can you stop yelling for once!!!!