Post by Soren on Aug 17, 2009 20:17:06 GMT -5
(OOC: Title idea from the song Pet by A Prefect Circle-www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrEP3RPgEao)
"Come dear, watch as the moon becomes oh so beautiful as it takes on the color of blood," came Hiei's whisper-like growls as his piercing red eyes glared down upon his second head, hanging ever so lifelessly by his neck. His thin, sleek body gleamed against the moon's rays, which entered through the windows into the dark rooms of Hiei's lands. His eyes, mad with lust, watched the shadows that danced along outside of his keep. His tail moved with grace behind his body as he walked delicately down his halls. His eyes seeing all in the old castle and his ears hearing every word spoken within his walls.
These cursed walls that he called his kingdom, and his keep. His precious order within them was rarely broken, unless someone made the mistake to enter in his land without his permission. Dust covered over most of the rooms, and cobwebs gladly made their home beside this king. Never a light was to be on, since there was never a light, aside from the sun's ray, to enter into his keep. His graveyard stood eagerly at the yard of his castle, and warned off all who had a life worth living. Though, no one entered without a death wish.
The Forgotten; Hiei's pets and followers, yet he was one too. A race that thrived in the shadows, and remained never to be remembered in the minds of people they once knew. Yet there were people who wished to throw it all away and enter Vanishment 13 to become one of The Forgotten. They knew not of their pasts, but they knew of their killer, who they were bound to without control. Hiei's keep was their home and place of safety, to run to him in fear and confusion. Hiei's twisted ways were the protectors that kept them safe under his rule.
Though, Hiei was not cruel to the desperate and not picky with whom he turned. He was willing to give chances, but his patience is limited and so are those chances. His mind a killer, and his body the weapon, Hiei was not a king who the mortals would dare test. He was born for war, and enjoyed the thing far too much; more than he should. His tongue thirsted for blood and his fans could easily provide that to him. Though, he was far too playful for his own good.
The chains that bound his second head to his main rustled as he moved and pulled at the dull white head's collar, annoyed at its lack of motion, which soon changed. A low growl escaped Hiei's jaws and his second head mirrored the first. His eyes gazed through his castle, and he kept walking; nothing. His paws were silent, but his growls of grief were not. It was a curse of The Forgotten, a longing to know who they were, but Hiei ignored his foolish craving.
"I can only get so much fun out of the night, dear. Xenie is probably having more fun than me, now what a shame. What ever shall I do?" Hiei's words came out in a hiss of laughter and his eyes had a mad look in them as they wandered to the large window beside him in the main hallway. His tail wagged and his hollow laugh spread like wildfire through the castle. His body shaking, he threw his heads up to the moon and a long, ghastly howl escaped his longing throat.
(OOC: Probably typos, but I am not perfect.)
"Come dear, watch as the moon becomes oh so beautiful as it takes on the color of blood," came Hiei's whisper-like growls as his piercing red eyes glared down upon his second head, hanging ever so lifelessly by his neck. His thin, sleek body gleamed against the moon's rays, which entered through the windows into the dark rooms of Hiei's lands. His eyes, mad with lust, watched the shadows that danced along outside of his keep. His tail moved with grace behind his body as he walked delicately down his halls. His eyes seeing all in the old castle and his ears hearing every word spoken within his walls.
These cursed walls that he called his kingdom, and his keep. His precious order within them was rarely broken, unless someone made the mistake to enter in his land without his permission. Dust covered over most of the rooms, and cobwebs gladly made their home beside this king. Never a light was to be on, since there was never a light, aside from the sun's ray, to enter into his keep. His graveyard stood eagerly at the yard of his castle, and warned off all who had a life worth living. Though, no one entered without a death wish.
The Forgotten; Hiei's pets and followers, yet he was one too. A race that thrived in the shadows, and remained never to be remembered in the minds of people they once knew. Yet there were people who wished to throw it all away and enter Vanishment 13 to become one of The Forgotten. They knew not of their pasts, but they knew of their killer, who they were bound to without control. Hiei's keep was their home and place of safety, to run to him in fear and confusion. Hiei's twisted ways were the protectors that kept them safe under his rule.
Though, Hiei was not cruel to the desperate and not picky with whom he turned. He was willing to give chances, but his patience is limited and so are those chances. His mind a killer, and his body the weapon, Hiei was not a king who the mortals would dare test. He was born for war, and enjoyed the thing far too much; more than he should. His tongue thirsted for blood and his fans could easily provide that to him. Though, he was far too playful for his own good.
The chains that bound his second head to his main rustled as he moved and pulled at the dull white head's collar, annoyed at its lack of motion, which soon changed. A low growl escaped Hiei's jaws and his second head mirrored the first. His eyes gazed through his castle, and he kept walking; nothing. His paws were silent, but his growls of grief were not. It was a curse of The Forgotten, a longing to know who they were, but Hiei ignored his foolish craving.
"I can only get so much fun out of the night, dear. Xenie is probably having more fun than me, now what a shame. What ever shall I do?" Hiei's words came out in a hiss of laughter and his eyes had a mad look in them as they wandered to the large window beside him in the main hallway. His tail wagged and his hollow laugh spread like wildfire through the castle. His body shaking, he threw his heads up to the moon and a long, ghastly howl escaped his longing throat.
(OOC: Probably typos, but I am not perfect.)
