Hatred-Falls
01-19-2007, 02:00 AM
Okay...story in progress....NO TITLE!!!
What I have so far:
Leland looked up from his gaze at the 'very exciting floor' and looked around at the people obtaining the space in the hallways. He glided down the corridor with no sound but of that of the pendant on his necklace chiming against the chain.
He fixed the glove around his left hand and twisted the black rings on his right. Picking up the pendant, he looked at it, as he did often. The black and white crystal gleamed in the luminous lighting of the hall and it still made that metallic chimed against the silver chain as he dropped it.
He looked back up to stare forward again, politely nodding at the passer-by's and continuing on his way.
Riska listened to the sound of her shoed striking the black and white lined floors. She looked down to her ring finger where a ruby and emerald ring was held. She sighed, not paying any attention to the other inhabitants of the halls. Her breathing was shallow, though not abnormal for her kind, yet she felt something like a grip of icy death on her heart and lungs making it hard to breath. As casual as possible she sat on one of the many chairs in the corridor and inhaled softly and slowly.
I knew I shouldn’t have worn this corset she thought grimly to herself while holding her chest and bowing her head.
What I have so far:
Leland looked up from his gaze at the 'very exciting floor' and looked around at the people obtaining the space in the hallways. He glided down the corridor with no sound but of that of the pendant on his necklace chiming against the chain.
He fixed the glove around his left hand and twisted the black rings on his right. Picking up the pendant, he looked at it, as he did often. The black and white crystal gleamed in the luminous lighting of the hall and it still made that metallic chimed against the silver chain as he dropped it.
He looked back up to stare forward again, politely nodding at the passer-by's and continuing on his way.
Riska listened to the sound of her shoed striking the black and white lined floors. She looked down to her ring finger where a ruby and emerald ring was held. She sighed, not paying any attention to the other inhabitants of the halls. Her breathing was shallow, though not abnormal for her kind, yet she felt something like a grip of icy death on her heart and lungs making it hard to breath. As casual as possible she sat on one of the many chairs in the corridor and inhaled softly and slowly.
I knew I shouldn’t have worn this corset she thought grimly to herself while holding her chest and bowing her head.