Post by -Silene- on Jul 18, 2005 10:56:07 GMT -5
Dusk was seeping in through the grimy alleyways, sunlight's last grasp on the dark part of towns ebbing away. A few shady characters conversed on the street, adorned in tattered rags. The smoky silence was punctuated by a few strangled yells, a woman's scream, and the wailing of an infant.
Suddenly, a sharp beat of hooves impacted on the cobblestone main-street. Silene's form appeared from the shadows, hooded in a dark blue cape sweeping over her shoulders and onto her torso. The centaur's face was covered, and the only thing visible behind the mysterious shadow it gave was a single eye, gleaming eerily in it's socket. The pair huddled in conversation glanced up immediately from their whispered talk, and stared with wide eyes at the approaching finger.
Silene paraded past the two, eyes set ahead on house number 45. She swished her banner against her hind daggers impatiently as she scanned the slums. Finally, she halted at a door with a runny "45" painted above the harsh wooden door. Silene reached into a small pouch at her waist and took out a small dial. The glass bottle was filled with a thick, blue, clumpy liquid that gave off a pungent smell of alcohol and daisies. She dipped a long finger into the mixture and churned it around, eyes still on the black 45. Silene extracted her finger, and with a slight hesitation, spread the goo under the grim number. At once, a silvery bird-like creature, pearly and translusence, swept from the number and soared above the houses. In a far off tone, it began to sing a mournful, melodic song.
Silene abruptly wheeled around, lashing out her front pillars, and leapt away from the dismal house. She 3-beated for two strides, then slipped into a narrow alleyway, nothing seen in the gloom of the narrow space save for that one, silvery orb.
Suddenly, a sharp beat of hooves impacted on the cobblestone main-street. Silene's form appeared from the shadows, hooded in a dark blue cape sweeping over her shoulders and onto her torso. The centaur's face was covered, and the only thing visible behind the mysterious shadow it gave was a single eye, gleaming eerily in it's socket. The pair huddled in conversation glanced up immediately from their whispered talk, and stared with wide eyes at the approaching finger.
Silene paraded past the two, eyes set ahead on house number 45. She swished her banner against her hind daggers impatiently as she scanned the slums. Finally, she halted at a door with a runny "45" painted above the harsh wooden door. Silene reached into a small pouch at her waist and took out a small dial. The glass bottle was filled with a thick, blue, clumpy liquid that gave off a pungent smell of alcohol and daisies. She dipped a long finger into the mixture and churned it around, eyes still on the black 45. Silene extracted her finger, and with a slight hesitation, spread the goo under the grim number. At once, a silvery bird-like creature, pearly and translusence, swept from the number and soared above the houses. In a far off tone, it began to sing a mournful, melodic song.
Silene abruptly wheeled around, lashing out her front pillars, and leapt away from the dismal house. She 3-beated for two strides, then slipped into a narrow alleyway, nothing seen in the gloom of the narrow space save for that one, silvery orb.
