Lady_Raven
06-13-2007, 11:38 PM
Shadows
*clank*
A dark dungon scene painted itself across a white canvas as a glint of silver chain hit the ground. Stirring movement in one of the cells.
Low groans came from the multiple cells down below the building that stood topside. They were awaking, someone new was being brought in.
looking to the right, the prisoner`s seen a glint of a red flame, only, no one was accomanied by the guard, and he was jingiling the keys, and searching each cell carefully as he passed.
Soon enough, he stopped at a door, imedantly, several white hands reached out and grabbed at his cloak, along with this, came many cries, begging to get the guard to let them out, so they could return to where ever it was they came from.
"Shut-up wenches!" He screeched, with that, several cries of pain sounded. As soon as the doorway was cleared, he moved in an motioned for a girl to come forward. Hesitantly, the girl stood up and followed him out.
The prinsoner`s on the walk out, screamed, "Take me with you!", "help me!" and other such plees for help, but, they closed a large, heavy wooden door behind then as they came out.
The guard escorted the young woman up a long stair case, before he finally spoke. "You have thrity minutes to clean up before M` Lord comes to speak with you." he said studing Her dirty, long dark red hair, her tattered black dress, and the smudges of dirt and coal over her cheeks and brows.
The girl nodded obedantly, obviously, just happy to be out, not noticing the moving shadows with red eyes that passed them about every five minutes. they seemed to be screaming, but, their voices only came out as muffles.
The guard lead the girl to a room, where he told her to wait before he left the room. So, now the girl was left there, studing it over, before she walked towards the bowl of water on top of the chest, which she used with a cloth to wash her face and neatened her hair up as best as possible.
Even in that room, the shadows followed her, the voices seemed to rise, but, they didn`t leave the walls yet, so, they didn`t seem to intend harm to her, not, yet. They seemed to be scared themselves, until one was bold enough to leave the wall, and then approuched the girl, and tugged on her skirt like a little kid might do.
No matter how much the girl tried to brush them away, they stayed put, ganging up on her. Soon enough, she toppled on to the floor from the "fake" weight. She tried to cry out, but, she seemed to lose her voice in the now, pure dark room. She felt the shadows climb on to her, pull on her, and more docked, making the weight heavy.
This caused her breathing to slow, and made it harder to bring in breathes of air. Due to this, soon enough, she began to lose conciousness, despite she couldn`t realize that. She however, realized she had passed out when she felt the ground underneath her shake. She opened her eyes, to find hersellf being carried down a flight of stairs by the guard.
"Where are you taking me?" She the girl inquired, as she stared up, at the cold, pale face of the guard.
"To meet the prince, Dunce." He responded in a more hiss of a tone.
Soon enough, the guard let her down, and made her walk the rest of the way until they reached a pair of large, dark cherrywood doors.
"Here we are." he said gently as he reached for the door.
*clank*
A dark dungon scene painted itself across a white canvas as a glint of silver chain hit the ground. Stirring movement in one of the cells.
Low groans came from the multiple cells down below the building that stood topside. They were awaking, someone new was being brought in.
looking to the right, the prisoner`s seen a glint of a red flame, only, no one was accomanied by the guard, and he was jingiling the keys, and searching each cell carefully as he passed.
Soon enough, he stopped at a door, imedantly, several white hands reached out and grabbed at his cloak, along with this, came many cries, begging to get the guard to let them out, so they could return to where ever it was they came from.
"Shut-up wenches!" He screeched, with that, several cries of pain sounded. As soon as the doorway was cleared, he moved in an motioned for a girl to come forward. Hesitantly, the girl stood up and followed him out.
The prinsoner`s on the walk out, screamed, "Take me with you!", "help me!" and other such plees for help, but, they closed a large, heavy wooden door behind then as they came out.
The guard escorted the young woman up a long stair case, before he finally spoke. "You have thrity minutes to clean up before M` Lord comes to speak with you." he said studing Her dirty, long dark red hair, her tattered black dress, and the smudges of dirt and coal over her cheeks and brows.
The girl nodded obedantly, obviously, just happy to be out, not noticing the moving shadows with red eyes that passed them about every five minutes. they seemed to be screaming, but, their voices only came out as muffles.
The guard lead the girl to a room, where he told her to wait before he left the room. So, now the girl was left there, studing it over, before she walked towards the bowl of water on top of the chest, which she used with a cloth to wash her face and neatened her hair up as best as possible.
Even in that room, the shadows followed her, the voices seemed to rise, but, they didn`t leave the walls yet, so, they didn`t seem to intend harm to her, not, yet. They seemed to be scared themselves, until one was bold enough to leave the wall, and then approuched the girl, and tugged on her skirt like a little kid might do.
No matter how much the girl tried to brush them away, they stayed put, ganging up on her. Soon enough, she toppled on to the floor from the "fake" weight. She tried to cry out, but, she seemed to lose her voice in the now, pure dark room. She felt the shadows climb on to her, pull on her, and more docked, making the weight heavy.
This caused her breathing to slow, and made it harder to bring in breathes of air. Due to this, soon enough, she began to lose conciousness, despite she couldn`t realize that. She however, realized she had passed out when she felt the ground underneath her shake. She opened her eyes, to find hersellf being carried down a flight of stairs by the guard.
"Where are you taking me?" She the girl inquired, as she stared up, at the cold, pale face of the guard.
"To meet the prince, Dunce." He responded in a more hiss of a tone.
Soon enough, the guard let her down, and made her walk the rest of the way until they reached a pair of large, dark cherrywood doors.
"Here we are." he said gently as he reached for the door.