Post by Maliciferum on Jan 1, 2011 18:23:47 GMT -5
A near-silent wind crept through the branches of the forgotten wood. The forest was oddly silent this night.
A full moon cast it's quicksilver light on a circular grove in the forest below, illuminating the spot as if to indicate that it held some importance. It did not. At least, not without the witch that had inhabited it some time in the past, and he was gone. He had faded into mere whispers of memory, becoming lost within the rifts of time. Part of the weary soul remained, what little pieces hadn't been warped by the deity of discord had been twisted by the experience of death, filling in the gaps with the reality of despair.
A figure appeared within the grove, seated in the center on a throne of vines and thorns. As if awakened by the presence of the figure, flowers across the forest burst into bloom. The scent of jasmine and lavender permeated the night air. The forest instantly became a sea of color and venom, radiating a sense of life and danger as never before. "I know darling, I missed you too..."
Drawing back his hood, the figure's feminine face gleamed in the moonlight. "I won't leave you again...we have work to do".
Standing, the slender man raised his arms as a ring of green fire formed around him, encircling him not with heat, but with raw life. The "fire" shot towards the sky in fantastic arcs of light as Herba Maliciferum's sinister laughter echoed through the forest.
A full moon cast it's quicksilver light on a circular grove in the forest below, illuminating the spot as if to indicate that it held some importance. It did not. At least, not without the witch that had inhabited it some time in the past, and he was gone. He had faded into mere whispers of memory, becoming lost within the rifts of time. Part of the weary soul remained, what little pieces hadn't been warped by the deity of discord had been twisted by the experience of death, filling in the gaps with the reality of despair.
A figure appeared within the grove, seated in the center on a throne of vines and thorns. As if awakened by the presence of the figure, flowers across the forest burst into bloom. The scent of jasmine and lavender permeated the night air. The forest instantly became a sea of color and venom, radiating a sense of life and danger as never before. "I know darling, I missed you too..."
Drawing back his hood, the figure's feminine face gleamed in the moonlight. "I won't leave you again...we have work to do".
Standing, the slender man raised his arms as a ring of green fire formed around him, encircling him not with heat, but with raw life. The "fire" shot towards the sky in fantastic arcs of light as Herba Maliciferum's sinister laughter echoed through the forest.
