There’s only a dying flicker of humanity in him. Mad like a whirlwind, he swirls in rage, to swallow everything light. – Bloodsongs~~~(Aurora)Aurora woke up, legs tangled with something warm. She remembered last night, when Azak and Art was in the room. Who was in her bed right now? Her eyes widened when she realized she didn't know who the hell it was. She flushed a bright red, even half asleep and tried to unwind herself from around him. Oh, it was difficult, for her limbs and his were intervened, her arms were around his neck and his on her stomach. She felt the warmth, the heat of him, and for a moment, she let herself enjoy the beauty of it, the innocence of it – sleeping together, fully clothed.And then the heat was hundred times more, a staggering punch of need in her stomach and she panicked, kicked him away and regretted it the minute she heard a loud thump and a louder groan.“What the hell? Who kicked me?” Art growled and she didn’t know how to answer to that. He got
Barters, he, the souls to the walking dead, for a life longer, for the power greater. – Bloodsongs ~~~ (Art) They were in the vineyard, and Aurora was eating grapes. Art looked at her with a smile, and he tried to concentrate on what she said, what she talked about. But it was too difficult to achieve when she talked a mile per minute. So he just watched her smile, her contented sigh, and her eyes that could swallow him whole and then those lips that move like a magic. “—so tasty, so warm, like sunlight dripping down your throat, like ambrosia.” She licked off the juice as she finished eating the grapes. He leaned closer, almost reflexively, to lick some of the juice by himself. Her eyes widened and then she pushed him away with a sputter. “What are you doing? People are watching.” “Do I look like I care? I will kiss whenever and wherever I want.” She ate two more grapes and gave him a look that burned his blood. “I just love the grapes, and don’t want you to steal them away fro
He lures the weak, the greedy, the egotistical, the envious, the outraged. He lures humans with sins beyond saving. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Aurora) THE snake continued to grow, a gigantic creature with mismatched body. Its eyes were alive, flashed with red and orange and blood dripped from its long fangs as it wriggled its massive body towards them. Aurora could feel its deriding grin, its glee as it approached them with its tongue poking outside. I will eat you, then sacrifice you for the devil. You will bleed in his altar, and he will be pleased. He will raise my position in his command. I will be his true warrior, his right hand man. “Dream all you want, but dream is what it will always be.” Lyka shrugged her shoulders, looking strong and brave, and Aurora wondered how she could face this when her legs were shaking like there was an earthquake beneath. Her body was acting and she felt the pain, every where. “The power of white, I call to smite. Air, water, fire come down to see t
He, the power of demons, the harbinger of bad, he is fortressed against death and only some can defeat his power. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Art) ART DROPPED OFF Julie at her huge house. She babbled on and on, all the way to her home, said how sorry she was, but she was incoherent, almost drunk on painkillers and Art couldn’t gather what she was talking about or why she was sorry. She stepped out and said sorry to him again, turned and walked away, looking still frail and weak. He sat in his car staring at the empty night, the few stars in the sky, the lonely looking trees and then he drove around, in an aimless circle before he found himself sitting in Sallie’s, eating a chicken pie, not really eating. What am I doing here, he mused. There was no answer except he didn’t want to go back home, not right now. “Arthur? How is Ariana? Is she okay? How are her wounds?” He looked up to see Lyka taking the chair next to him, her eyes worried. “And why are you not with her?” He stared at her,
'In the shadows, he prowls, a predator, infinitely waiting.' – Bloodsongs.*The night was black, black as the wings of the ravens. The thin crescent was glowing dimly, a thin silver light, that fought with the hands of darkness and failed, miserably. Aurora Baker stood in a deserted alley, trying to find her way back to wherever she had come from. She had no idea where she came from, though. All she knew was she shouldn't be here. She should escape the suffocating stench of death that hung in the air and the overwhelming darkness. She turned around and around, trying to find a path with the help of the emaciated moon. If it became any darker than it was now, she'd forever be lost –lost in the inky blackness, never finding the light. As if someone had heard her thoughts, the half crescent that beamed low switched off. The stars burnt off. The black was thick that Aurora stumbled on nothing. Sweat dripped down her back, even in the cold. She could feel the fury of the night in her b
*(Aurora)Aurora didn't imagine those turns of events when her father had called for a family meeting exactly a week ago. Her father was into things like family bonding, sharing and she didn't mind it. Not at all. She loved her parents, her home, and her life with them. They were the best parents a girl could ask for. So, she had made a bowl of popcorn-sometimes the family meeting would be quite funny and amusing- but what came out of that particular family meeting was something Aurora didn't believe at first. She couldn't. She had laughed at her dad, asked him not to joke like that. His poker face didn't give away anything, and then he nodded sternly and said, "Rory, I am not joking. We are moving away. It is about time." Her mother had looked at her with a soft sigh of defeat as Aurora stared at her father as if she was seeing an alien. He shook his head and sighed and asked sorry. All the while, she wanted to ask, 'it's about time for what?; But she was too tongue-tied at that p
'He is sin. He is hellfire. He burns the purest things.' – Bloodsongs.* (Art) Grabbing his backpack from his car, Art walked inside his house and was instantly greeted by his glowing mom. Her smile was thousand watts, and so was the happy flush in her face. 'Uh-oh,' Art thought, 'what's today? Please God.' When his mom was like this, it was usually something that made her go extra crazy. "You know, the Bakers has arrived this morning. They were old friend of ours." His mom said, her eyes wide and happy. "Really?" Art narrowed his eyes as he scanned his mom's secret smile. She looked like she knew something he didn't. "Yes." She said, looking very enthusiastic. So, they must be different than the people in the town they often mingled with. Most of them knew nothing about 'The Coven' or about the magick. "Are they like-" He looked at his mom and she nodded. "They don't have magick if that is what you are asking. They are like me. But Paula's grandmother, she was a powerful
*(Aurora)Leaves dry and fragile crumbled under Aurora's feet as she walked inside the woods. The thick, unkempt forest had long arms, twisting, and whirling like a hungry marauder. Vines reaching around, trying to capture the unsuspected victim. She noticed a trail leading towards her home and turned towards it with a small prayer. As she neared it, the trail disappeared.The trees started to move closer, trapping her within the circle. She ran, round and round, and didn't find a way to get out. The branches bent towards her, laughter in their voice, and curved around her in an embrace that was slowly turning suffocating. The stems bled black, like tar.The tar coated her skin, sizzling hot, and scorching. The air in her lungs was cut off as the vines squeezed tighter and it came out in a shallow whistle. She struggled to step away from the trees, to breathe. She let out a dispirited sob, half air, and half empty. Her face turned blue. 'I don't want to die. Please I don't want to-"
He, the power of demons, the harbinger of bad, he is fortressed against death and only some can defeat his power. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Art) ART DROPPED OFF Julie at her huge house. She babbled on and on, all the way to her home, said how sorry she was, but she was incoherent, almost drunk on painkillers and Art couldn’t gather what she was talking about or why she was sorry. She stepped out and said sorry to him again, turned and walked away, looking still frail and weak. He sat in his car staring at the empty night, the few stars in the sky, the lonely looking trees and then he drove around, in an aimless circle before he found himself sitting in Sallie’s, eating a chicken pie, not really eating. What am I doing here, he mused. There was no answer except he didn’t want to go back home, not right now. “Arthur? How is Ariana? Is she okay? How are her wounds?” He looked up to see Lyka taking the chair next to him, her eyes worried. “And why are you not with her?” He stared at her,
He lures the weak, the greedy, the egotistical, the envious, the outraged. He lures humans with sins beyond saving. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Aurora) THE snake continued to grow, a gigantic creature with mismatched body. Its eyes were alive, flashed with red and orange and blood dripped from its long fangs as it wriggled its massive body towards them. Aurora could feel its deriding grin, its glee as it approached them with its tongue poking outside. I will eat you, then sacrifice you for the devil. You will bleed in his altar, and he will be pleased. He will raise my position in his command. I will be his true warrior, his right hand man. “Dream all you want, but dream is what it will always be.” Lyka shrugged her shoulders, looking strong and brave, and Aurora wondered how she could face this when her legs were shaking like there was an earthquake beneath. Her body was acting and she felt the pain, every where. “The power of white, I call to smite. Air, water, fire come down to see t
Barters, he, the souls to the walking dead, for a life longer, for the power greater. – Bloodsongs ~~~ (Art) They were in the vineyard, and Aurora was eating grapes. Art looked at her with a smile, and he tried to concentrate on what she said, what she talked about. But it was too difficult to achieve when she talked a mile per minute. So he just watched her smile, her contented sigh, and her eyes that could swallow him whole and then those lips that move like a magic. “—so tasty, so warm, like sunlight dripping down your throat, like ambrosia.” She licked off the juice as she finished eating the grapes. He leaned closer, almost reflexively, to lick some of the juice by himself. Her eyes widened and then she pushed him away with a sputter. “What are you doing? People are watching.” “Do I look like I care? I will kiss whenever and wherever I want.” She ate two more grapes and gave him a look that burned his blood. “I just love the grapes, and don’t want you to steal them away fro
There’s only a dying flicker of humanity in him. Mad like a whirlwind, he swirls in rage, to swallow everything light. – Bloodsongs~~~(Aurora)Aurora woke up, legs tangled with something warm. She remembered last night, when Azak and Art was in the room. Who was in her bed right now? Her eyes widened when she realized she didn't know who the hell it was. She flushed a bright red, even half asleep and tried to unwind herself from around him. Oh, it was difficult, for her limbs and his were intervened, her arms were around his neck and his on her stomach. She felt the warmth, the heat of him, and for a moment, she let herself enjoy the beauty of it, the innocence of it – sleeping together, fully clothed.And then the heat was hundred times more, a staggering punch of need in her stomach and she panicked, kicked him away and regretted it the minute she heard a loud thump and a louder groan.“What the hell? Who kicked me?” Art growled and she didn’t know how to answer to that. He got
He tempts, seduces, his voice a lull of melody. He shines, shimmers, a splendor to human eyes. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Ahriman) He was restless. He had taken too much time to gather his strength back and today’s surprise attack was sweet and wild. He saw the fear in the girl’s eyes, for the little one. Oh, he knew humans, their greed, their selfishness, but he also knew their bond with another human and it felt good to use just that. The human girl, the weak and puny one that was going to destroy – destroy, ha! He laughed, it was a mighty big joke – him loved the little one. It was sad he couldn’t do more than just project the image and threaten. How he wished he could take on the little girl. He could swallow her down his stomach. She was sweet, the blood in her pure and the soul, untainted, rich and succulent. He could smell the taste of her soul, could imagine the bright scent of her fear if he attacked and that made him thirsty. Thirsty for a little human blood. He hungered.
He entices his victims in the dusk, showing the golden of his skin, the shimmer of his beauty. – Bloodsongs~~~(Art)Art was standing in front of Shalom, a sword in his hand. It felt heavy, strange in his hands, but the knowledge of why he was here, why he was doing things he hadn’t done before, was profound. It was earth shattering.And the knowledge was just beyond the curtain of smoke, floating around, tiptoeing in and out as Shalom and he sparred, thrusted, defended.“Open your legs. Balance your feet. Move as if you are dancing. Sword fight is a kind of dancing. Easy on feet.”Art did as he was taught. When they were both tired, they sat down and watched the women – his woman, and Shalom’s.They were both light on feet, quick as wind, and Art couldn’t believe that Aurora had never touched a sword before, never fought a battle before.She looked like she was born for this, born with a sword in her hand.“Aurora is marvelous. She is born for this.” Shalom took a gulp of his water.
Black Magick with which he bests the white with. Darkness of sins, he uses to grime the light with. – Bloodsongs.~~~(Aurora)They were meeting with Lyka and Shalom, and Aurora felt like she had known these two people all her life. Maybe it was that inevitable connection that connected them together by fate.It was one of that gloomy Sundays, where the sun didn’t have enough strength to shine past the gray clouds flanking it from the sides.Aurora and Art were meeting Lyka and Shalom in Pizza Point, which was less crowded than Sallie’s. They took a corner table, and waited for the two witches to arrive, as Aurora thought about Azakeal. She was thinking of introducing Azak to Art, as well. It had been days and she didn't want to keep it a secret anymore. Azak walked in, looking comfortable in one of the t-shirts she had picked out for him the other day, when she realized he had been wearing the same hoodie for a while now. She waved at him and Art looked at her with confusion as Aza
Hungers, he, more and more, and his is the religion of the flesh, the iniquity, the carnal, the egoism. – Bloodsongs.~~~Aurora went to her home, later, and they slept in their own bed, but their heart and mind were with each other and the other one, who was lurking in the dark, just behind those shadows.They wondered awake, what and where Théoden would be doing tonight. Was he going to plague their dreams, push them off the cliff, strangle them with the vines? Or was he going to stay silent and gather power for more than just nightmares?They wondered what it would come to, how it would end. What if they failed like so many before them? It was a miserable thought to have at the brink of the night, when shadows danced and dived and threatened with its obscurity.They looked behind the shadows and wondered, feared, if Théoden was there, stalking in the woods, relishing the power, pain in the darkness. There was howl of a dog and they wondered if it was the wolf they had seen – the on
Darkness, his cover, he drinks its sin, malevolence and gain power from the shadows. – Bloodsongs.---(Art)Art was angry that she didn’t wake him up the night before to say anything right now. He feared, what would have happened if Ahriman decided to push farther. The bastard was in her head, and that made him angry, restless, wired. He looked at her, oh how she sat, like there was nothing wrong with their life, their damn life, like everything was fine and dandy.With a final glare her way, he turned to the roads. It would do better just to calm down, just to ignore her for the moment. He didn’t have patience to deal with her now, didn’t have enough of restraint.The fear in him, for her, still raged, a whirlwind within his belly. It twisted in him, tumultuous, feral, noisy.Above all... It was betrayal.They said they would share, didn’t they?They promised they’d be there for each other. While he called, begged for her to come to him, like a damn baby, she sat there, alone in the