Solo Pieces - Timeless2024-03-28T20:04:30Zhttp://timeless.ning.com/forum/categories/solo-pieces/listForCategory?feed=yes&xn_auth=noNever Againtag:timeless.ning.com,2023-09-07:5164310:Topic:1038722023-09-07T17:25:54.949ZRajan Khatrihttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/RajanKhatri
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<div style="background-color: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); width: 620px; height: auto; overflow: hidden; margin-top: -10px;"><div style="width: 600px; height: 380px; padding: 20px; line-height: 1.5; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; color: #fff; text-align: justify;">Ordinary. The house looked completely ordinary. A single rusted coin flipped back and forth between my knuckles as I leaned against a tree among the many in these woods, staying mostly out of direct sight if anyone should be looking out from a window inside. I didn't really know why I expected anything different, but perhaps when visiting a rumored, powerful mystic, it came with all the wild stories and assumptions of what these beings could do. <br/> <br/> The mystic had been nearly impossible to find. Elusive was not even the word for it. Hardly anyone in the nearest town would speak of it. I'd been met with more doors to my face than I'm used to normally since being a Gypsy generally invited that kind of welcoming whenever my people traveled outside of Nowhere. Even if I'd offered some coin upfront in a town where they had little, they still all refused.<br/> <br/> It was a beggar who had finally decided to wave me over. He should've been the first I asked as they see everything while people dismiss them so easily. I knew how he felt. I'd handed the pouch over once the hunched man had given me what he knew, his shaky hand gripping the coin and hurrying away. I hadn't really expected the drunkard's directions to be good, but I was wrong, and was starting to believe fear was the reason the man shook and not from the lack of wine.<br/> <br/> So why couldn't I move now?<br/> <br/> A soft breeze swirled through my clothes, billowing my pants, and lifting the deep green robes I wore. It spun around my torso and brushed back the hood I wore, inviting the timid morning sun as it tried to break through the clouds after a brief rainstorm. My jaw clenched. <br/> <br/> The Wind.<br/> <br/> It pressed against my chest. A final, gentle effort to try and make me rethink the decision. My father's last words rattled through the hollow caging of my heart. <em>"Don't.. become like them..."</em> A vision of my mother kneeling in silence, unmoving, like a statue frozen in time while staring out at the endless horizon of the desert as if waiting for my father. My dead siblings. <br/> <br/> This was for him. This was for them. Never again.<br/> <br/> That familiar anger pooled and stirred in my stomach. It rose and crashed against my ribs and filled that hollowness of my heart. The ground stirred as a gust of air shot across the ground and upward to meet The Wind in answer. My own wind in making. "Leave me be." My voice broke, but there was finality still in those few words.<br/> <br/> <em>"Don't.. become like them..."</em> <br/> <br/> I wasn't sure how not to. My father was a better man than I.<br/> <br/> With another caressing touch, The Wind had gone. My jaw relaxed and the coin I had apparently gripped so tightly in my fist had left an indentation on my skin. I pocketed it and looked up to the house once more. Still as normal looking as before save for the herbs that now floated from within and small whisps of smoke drifting from the chimney. <br/> <br/> <em>"Don't.. become like them..."</em> <br/> <br/> My boot finally lifted and I took the first step towards the door. The first step into finding purpose. The first step in finding direction. I would use this bargain as a way to protect my family. My people. My king. I had to keep reminding myself that <em>that</em> was the only purpose for this. Not revenge. The Wind would take action if I did. It showing here now meant it doubted me... I couldn't blame it. <br/> <br/> This was for <em>him</em>. This was for <em>them</em>. Never again.</div>
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</center> To find a Swordtag:timeless.ning.com,2023-04-14:5164310:Topic:1029832023-04-14T00:03:08.013ZEinor Oathsbloodhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/RyanLaferty
<p><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/11028047673?profile=original" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/11028047673?profile=RESIZE_710x"></img></a> Einor's mind swam with the celebrations of the night previous, he had danced about the fire, drank of the blood-mead, howled at the moon like an animal. The ritual brought on the rage of the berserker, hardened his skin like the bear, sharpened his senses like the wolf. He roared and howled beside his brothers, draped in wolf and bear skins. As they rushed…</p>
<p><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/11028047673?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/11028047673?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a>Einor's mind swam with the celebrations of the night previous, he had danced about the fire, drank of the blood-mead, howled at the moon like an animal. The ritual brought on the rage of the berserker, hardened his skin like the bear, sharpened his senses like the wolf. He roared and howled beside his brothers, draped in wolf and bear skins. As they rushed upon the Angle village, mad with rage, Einor swung his axe with bone shattering strength before leaping upon another man, his sword cleaving skull, flesh and hair. The battle-rage coursed through him as he bathed in the blood of his enemies. Drunken with the animalistic rage, he leapt upon another man, bore him to the ground and ripped his throat out with his own teeth. Arrows pierced his chest and yet he did not halt.</p>
<p>An hour later, Einor stood in the chapel of the Angle village, The spirit of the Norn before him, appearing as a witch with a raven-feather headdress, bones and beads woven in her hair. She spoke to him of his shame, his vengeance to be had. It was at hand, it was time to become a man once more instead of a stupid beast. His mind cleared of the fog of the berserker for a moment to hear what the spirit had to say. He needed a hungry weapon in order to take his vengeance, a sword already soaked in blood from a hundred years past. The sword he was to take his vengeance with was a soul-trapper and to be found in a ruin of a Viking longship, sunken in a swamp. "Follow the waxing moon to the swamp, Einor Oathsblood." and trek he did to the swamp and through the muck until he found the longship. </p>
<p>Within the longship, among the long dead of his people, upon the lap of the boatswain lay the sword he sought. He laid a hand upon it and the corpse would not yield it's grip. Einor stood in confusion and then the corpse stood, unsheathing blade to strike Einor down. As the hungry blade swung towards him Einor rolled out of the way, grabbing up a sword from another corpse. The dead boatswain's next swing struck against steel as Einor stood to face his opponent. Einor rolled beneath the next swing and rose quickly behind his unbreathing opponent, his sword slashed across the corpse's back but did not draw blood. The rage came upon Einor then and his strikes fell over and over on the corpse, ringing against steel once the deathless creature turned. Einor pushed the creature back, cleaved it's leg from it's body then, with a mighty swing, separated it's head from it's shoulders. </p>
<p>He stood over the headless corpse that should have never risen in the first place, shaking as the rage began to leave his body and with unsteady hands, pried the evil and hungry blade from cold dead grip of the Boatswain. With the weapon of his vengeance in his hand, he now left the longship and eventually, the swamp behind to travel deeper into Angle-land, where he would find the man who killed his father, his own uncle and the other men who raised blades against their Jarl.</p> Stepping Outside [Solo]tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-03-22:5164310:Topic:1029072023-03-22T08:44:58.591ZShadrach Primrosgleamhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/ZachZaphiere
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<p>Trauma. After he lost his father, Shadrach felt emptiness in his life. The grief he had felt, slowly eating his soul. <em>Why I didn't realized that I have healing ability. If I had knew this ability, my father would have been with me now. </em>He kept blaming himself for not being able to save his father's life from the tragedy.</p>
<p>His mental…</p>
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<p>Trauma. After he lost his father, Shadrach felt emptiness in his life. The grief he had felt, slowly eating his soul. <em>Why I didn't realized that I have healing ability. If I had knew this ability, my father would have been with me now. </em>He kept blaming himself for not being able to save his father's life from the tragedy.</p>
<p>His mental state messed up al of his abilities. Whenever he was going out, he couldn't control his Emotional Synesthesia. His eyes saw colors of others feelings uncontrollably, making his head aching and losing consciousness. He lost the his sense of empathy, so he could not heal anybody. He also could not controlling the water and wind element around him. Talk to Animals and Help It Grow seemed impossible for him. He felt useless and could not doing anything. So he kept himself inside his room and never came out.</p>
<p><em>knock knock</em></p>
<p>He heard the knocking sound from the outside of his room. "It's me. May I enter your room?" It was Hannah, his mother. It was the umpteenth time his mother came knocking on the door. "Please, let me enter your room." Shadrach felt uneasy hearing uncomfortable hearing that. So he got up from his bed, and opened. "Thank goodness. I finally can see you." Shadrach tried to put smile on his face. He looked so messy. He had eyebags under his eyes, messy hair, dry lip. Then Shadrach walked back to his bed and sat on it. Hannah followed him. "You looked not okay, honey. It has been too long for you to be in this room." Shadrach didn't respond it. There was a long quiet time between them. "It was not your fault. Please don't blame yourself for what had happened in the past."</p>
<p>Shadrach looked at Hannah with rage. "It's totally my fault. If.. if I had knew about my abilities at the beginning, I would have been saved father. It's my fault. It's totally my fault." His tears burst out from his eyes. He cried so hard.</p>
<p>Hannah waited him to calm down. Then she patted Shadrach softly on his back. "No... It was not your fault, Honey. It is not. It's... It's just..." Hannah could not continue her words for a moment. "It's just his time. He had finished his task in this world so he came back to his actual place. We may be immortal. But there will be a time for us to go back to our actual place just like your father." Hannah turned Shadrach's face to look at her. "You know. The most relieving thing for me today is still having a chance to see you again. I'm not and will not blame you. It's not your fault. I just want you to know, I will always be there for you, so your father is."</p>
<p>Hearing his mother's words, Shadrach cried harder. He hugged her harder. The feelings he had kept for so long now poured out in his tears. He cried about a minute until he calmed down. "Thank you, Mother. Thank you so much. I-I.. I'm sorry for making you worry."</p>
<p>"It's okay. It's really okay." She patted Shadrach's back again. "Do you fell better now?" Shadrach nodded. "Clean yourself and go downstairs. I'm making your favorite meal. Let's eat together." Shadrach did what Hannah told him.</p>
<p>His burden on his shoulder is lightened from that moment. He slowly can forgiving himself.</p> Broken [Solo, Closed]tag:timeless.ning.com,2020-07-30:5164310:Topic:503472020-07-30T20:08:35.838ZLibelle "Onyx" Ryoko - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/LibelleRyoko
<p><em><a href="https://assets.cdn.moviepilot.de/files/c1e307c3c6a839cdff865d0c3d9074daa430d76d8886537c6a4679c31c6b/jessica-parker-kennedy.jpg" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" src="https://assets.cdn.moviepilot.de/files/c1e307c3c6a839cdff865d0c3d9074daa430d76d8886537c6a4679c31c6b/jessica-parker-kennedy.jpg?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="268"></img></a> Do you know what its like? To create something? To have to leave that thing you created. Only to watch with a bitter glance to know that you where never meant to return? Have you ever watched the person you love, love another? Knowing that you will never get the chance to love them. Because you are not the…</em></p>
<p><em><a href="https://assets.cdn.moviepilot.de/files/c1e307c3c6a839cdff865d0c3d9074daa430d76d8886537c6a4679c31c6b/jessica-parker-kennedy.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://assets.cdn.moviepilot.de/files/c1e307c3c6a839cdff865d0c3d9074daa430d76d8886537c6a4679c31c6b/jessica-parker-kennedy.jpg?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="268" class="align-left"/></a>Do you know what its like? To create something? To have to leave that thing you created. Only to watch with a bitter glance to know that you where never meant to return? Have you ever watched the person you love, love another? Knowing that you will never get the chance to love them. Because you are not the damsel in distress anymore? Sure you are still vastly broken to your core but you are learning to work with it. Sometimes no matter how much we wish for something, it doesn't mean we get it? If life was fair everyone would be with the person they love. Hell that person they love would love them in return. </em></p>
<p><em>Life isn't fair this way though. Life is the poison we breath out, it turns back and attacks us. We can try to say it doesn't affect us, this little off handed comments that are not directed towards you. Yet you know that its someones way of rubbing your nose into the fact that they have what you want, what you have ruined and they a proud of themselves for taking it from you. Granted you really did this all to yourself didn't you? You ran away because things go too tough. You burned your bridges and expect anyone after that to love you?</em></p>
<p><em>You are the embodiment of self destruction. You leak poison, suck the life out of everything you touch, your aura is as deadly as the gas you breath and you broke the ground under your feet. Yet you think anyone? Anything would want to love such a hideous creature as yourself. You may have that pretty face for now? But the walls you put up are uglier then a sea goat. That silver tongue you use to down iron and gems is just as bitter when you talk to others. What is wrong with you? </em></p>
<p>I</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">don't</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">Know.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I often dream of a place where everything I want is there, but then the crash of reality seeps in. I am face with the true horrors of the things I have done. The people I have pushed away. The ones I long for but will never long for me. I was foolish to think I was different. Yes I may be physically different but in reality I wear a mask. I fake it in a sense. I pretend to be nice. Pretend in hopes someone will like me and not turn the other way when I am near. But that mask doesn't work anymore. </p>
<p style="text-align: left;">So I took to vices to sooth my aching chest, If no one could love me for me. Then maybe someone anyone could love my body even if its just for a passing moment. I need to feel something other then this hollow ache that screams constantly at me. I ached for a touch so much so I made a businesses out of it. Though at some point my body became numb to that as well. As the touches and other bodies in my bed just made my existence hollower. No one would ever love my body. This was just a way to satisfy a hunger for a moment when it needed to be satisfied for a life time.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Why can't I just be happy any one looks my way? Why do I long for more? Why do I wish someone would break me out of my aching? No one dares get close to me unless they pay the coin. No one looks at me with value. Had I given up the only part of me anyone could love? Love... the word sounds so hollow now. I thought I had it once but he turned on me. Was it his actions that made it even hard to breath? was it because I was so hopelessly to the depths of my core in love with that no one could fill the void any more? What is wrong with me?</p>
<p><em>I</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>don't</em></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><em>Know.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"></p> Enkindling [Solo, closed]tag:timeless.ning.com,2020-07-05:5164310:Topic:494652020-07-05T17:34:02.355ZRainore Riverscar - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/RainoreRiverscar
<p style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/b5/8f/42b58f16ee95dd69021d73f2e85634a5.jpg" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" height="295" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/b5/8f/42b58f16ee95dd69021d73f2e85634a5.jpg?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="295"></img></a> “She wasn't pretty. She was otherworldly and vaguely threatening.”</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br></br></span> <b>-</b> <b>Michael Susanoo.</b></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">A panic state of suffocation began as the air began to renounce its claim upon the diminutive form whilst the…</span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/b5/8f/42b58f16ee95dd69021d73f2e85634a5.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/b5/8f/42b58f16ee95dd69021d73f2e85634a5.jpg?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left" width="295" height="295"/></a>“She wasn't pretty. She was otherworldly and vaguely threatening.”</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br/></span> <b>-</b> <b>Michael Susanoo.</b></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">A panic state of suffocation began as the air began to renounce its claim upon the diminutive form whilst the water swallowed her whole; the air began to escape and abandon the being who relied heavily upon it. For she had forsaken her privilege to have oxygen soar through her bloodstream - and darkness was quick to take its rightful place once the hopeful light relinquished its crown. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Slithering</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Crawling </span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Engulfing </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The waves twirled round the dying figure, curious sea creatures observed from afar as frantic muscles soon gave into realisation; the nameless girl succumbed to the overwhelming brawn of death’s wicked clutches only to soon to find herself eager for its addictive embrace. </span></p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">(Yet its bitter sweet touch was just as teasing as ever)</span></i></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Not today, my love. For you shall now feast upon life itself. </span></i></p>
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<p style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">-Don’t leave, I need... </span> </span></i></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Uneven, albeit slow breaths choked upon the salt and confusion set in; plaguing not just the fragile mind but everything it controlled. Uneasy and unsure, a new life crawled into her lungs and bloomed; it’s crooked fingers enclosing around each rib, burgeoning unhealthy habits and monstrous delights. It flourished an ability to breathe in water as if it were air and as it finished reconditioning the outdated mortal lungs, its attention lowered.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Thighs, shins and knee caps gave themselves over, surrendering themselves to the honeyed heat which enriched her; they merged to become one, scales transcending the natural eye and soon enough ----</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">She was one with the sea.<br/></span></i></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br/></span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">She frolicked in dancing currents who were delighted with its newest resident. The joyous moment could only last for as long as it began, for the flourishing life within her ribcage trembled to be fed. The life beat against her from the inside, crying to be heard, demanding to be satisfied. It beat her skeleton black and blue, scratching and clawing for attention, refusing to be ignored. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">And like an itch in the back of her throat she resurfaced, a song as sweet as nectar dripped from her tongue; a curse so enticing not even the purest of hearts could withstand. The girl cooed, and warbled for what felt like a heavenly embrace for all those who heard; an angel disguised as the Pied Piper who they followed ---- </span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">unbeknownst to them, to their ultimate demise. </span></i></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">A line of obedient prey stood upon the shores, bowing to the heaven sent who cradled them with a warm and glorious harmony. The last droplet of water fell from her, the power resurgence transformed the tail to two legs to stand, and moonlight glistened upon regal and naked flesh; a Queen almighty. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">A deadly chill breezed between her servants, manipulated to give her what she so deeply craved. Death loomed and hung heavy in the night as a Banshee’s cry erupted within the shadows of a land far away; animals scurried to find protection within the overindulging woodland at the horizon line between where land and sea begin. They would rather watch the upcoming massacre from afar, the foreshadowing scent of blood sent a shiver down their spine. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">A feast was about to begin, and the air paused momentarily as it anticipated with a nervous excitement and soon, the unforgiving sea breathed its encouragement to the neophyte. </span></p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">(Eat, my dear beast. They bow to you)</span></i></p>
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<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Crack</span></i></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Rip</span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">And dripping blood</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Wild talons ripped through the seams, razor like canines escaped through red raw gums as the woman salvated for her dinner. With feline, graceful movements, life was soon effortlessly plucked from her chosen ones; like a wildflower being trampled on by over excited children. A lack of care for life was so artistically presented as nothing but blood coated and thunder cracked bones remained on a sandy battlefield. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The beast fluttered as the ghastly scene charmed her; a wicked curl appeared on pomegranate-red lips. Death lingered upon her taste buds like a divine Amrita, a craving so deeply embedded that light itself could never touch and nor would it want to. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Porcelain skin, shadowed with an ever growing addiction to death stood proud as the sea kissed at her feet. </span></p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">(Rainore Riverscar it is time to come home to the wild.)</span></i></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">The salt cried for its Empress. </span></i></p>
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<p style="text-align: right;"><b>Rainore?</b></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">She repeated with clouded confusion.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">But the confusion, once settled, allowed a new found curiosity to creep in; and she willingly gave herself to the alluring waves. The sea had much to answer for, and she would take what was hers with destruction and manipulation; <strong>a wrath that would shake the seabeds to their core. </strong></span></p>
<p></p> Resurgentis [Solo, closed]tag:timeless.ning.com,2020-07-05:5164310:Topic:495582020-07-05T14:03:43.415ZCiara Devlin - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/CiaraDevlin
<p style="text-align: right;"><em><a href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/3d/3f/993d3f3812164c3599b288d03789818a.jpg" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" height="346" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/3d/3f/993d3f3812164c3599b288d03789818a.jpg?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="346"></img></a> “It kills me sometimes, how people die.”</em><br></br> <strong>-- Marcus Zusak.</strong></p>
<p>Reborn she was, inhaling the same air as the living, for she was now one of them; earth stained and all. With shaky limbs, the kiss of death permanently glossed over dulcet lips, she cried to the moon a ghost story of a girl that travelled to the…</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><em><a href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/3d/3f/993d3f3812164c3599b288d03789818a.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/3d/3f/993d3f3812164c3599b288d03789818a.jpg?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left" width="346" height="346"/></a>“It kills me sometimes, how people die.”</em><br/> <strong>-- Marcus Zusak.</strong></p>
<p>Reborn she was, inhaling the same air as the living, for she was now one of them; earth stained and all. With shaky limbs, the kiss of death permanently glossed over dulcet lips, she cried to the moon a ghost story of a girl that travelled to the afterlife, made peace in the river of souls only to be washed ashore as a manifestation of death to the living.<br/> <br/> The wind impeccably encircled the dainty frame; whistling in delight, luxuriating at the wonder which had occurred on an unspoiled, still, autumn night. Crisp, autumnal leaves pirouetted in her wake, nocturnal animals scurrying, warbling and lurking within the protection of the surrounding woodland; isolating themselves away from the sinister gathering which laced through aisles of gravestones.<br/> <br/> The soul reincarnated wobbled upon unsettled soil, a peaceful home ground for bones and ruin, disturbed by resuscitation; moonlit skin polluted by dirt stood disorientated and bewildered. Greeted by cloaked women, chanting words of the unknown into the dancing breeze; summoning past sisters to accept the fledgling.<br/> <br/> The inability to comprehend the hysterical mutterings behind her eyes and the befuddling scene in front of them allowed the newborn to reluctantly accept the offering hand which was outstretched before her.<br/> <br/> The woman’s crooked fingers enticed her closer; she provided a shoulder for her to lean her weary head on, a warm embrace which oozed Mother like qualities. Caressing hushing sounds, tenderly attempted to try and control the panicked breaths which rattled against the cage that kept them there; her diminutive form being gently rocked, as she silently wept into the lady’s chest. </p>
<p><em>– Let’s take you home, Ciara.</em><br/> <em> - Okay.</em></p>
<p>Hair rich with golden specs, lips the colour of pomegranate seeds, she bloomed within the silence of nightfall. To flourish within a garden planted by the Matron would gain a thorn like reception, easily bled by one disapproving glance; one pick would surely wither her into becoming a wallflower only to grow around already passed souls.<br/> <br/> To allow her vines to intricately drape around her deceased sisters and ancestors, to summon their strength and ability to perceive and influence death; to build upon prior knowledge thus strengthening banshee aptitudes. “<em>– In death we prosper.”<br/></em> <br/> Matron, they called her; nothing more, nothing less. The name haunted the hallways, echoed round spacious rooms and more importantly, it etched itself to the back of every young banshee’s throat.<br/> <br/> <em>(Yes Matron, No Matron)</em> Robotic, monotonic and lifeless; character, personality and individuality all relentlessly stripped from her children, plucked with precision and ease.<br/> <br/> They are one of the same; they are a moulding of<span> </span><em>her</em>.</p>
<p><em>– And soon you will be too.</em></p>
<p><em>(–No.)</em></p>
<p><br/> The Matron smiled, a wicked curvature possessing ageing lips; backs of bony fingers running the length of Ciara's flushed cheek. She would find today, a rebellion, a resistance against the norm. A child denying their parent’s guiding and she would deal with such behaviour accordingly. Authoritative parenting style would be applied to tame the youthful, naïve girl.<br/> <br/> To punish her, would be palpable – but to punish another for her actions would be heinous yet necessary. She would expose her to the cruel repercussions which follow such impulsive and undesirable decisions; to place weight upon her moral compass and her empathy towards her sisters. Ciara would bear witness to the lengths the doyenne woman would go to get what she yearned for – control and conform.</p>
<p>-O<em>h, Ciara.</em><br/> <em> -Silly girl.</em></p>
<p>That night, she would retreat to her room silently and unpunished; the walls would whisper of the events of that evening, shuddering in delight of the new found excitement. It is within these four walls she would attempt sleep, in the midst of wailing sisters and sleep walkers.<br/> <br/> It is here, in dreaming, she would find serenity from the buzz of constant chinwag of poison dripped words which would lace through and possess each ventricle of the mind; it is here, the voices of the unseen struggle to devour her. </p>
<p><em>(Ciara come back, we miss you.</em><br/> <em>-- She’s back.)</em></p>
<p>Vindictive coated utterances would greet her each morning, spitting words of venom until satisfied she would remain; it is only then they would return to their norm of daily torment and haunting. Many mornings passed, unpunished and unaccounted for, until one grey tinted sunrise, where she found she would favour the mocking voices over the cruel intentions of the Matron.<br/> <br/> The chill would engulf stirring muscles, crawling itself up the length of her curves; coating organs with rime, the sensation of an unforgiving death made itself known. She would weep for the predicted frozen demise before bracing herself for the scream of confirmation; yet, this confirmation never came.<br/> <br/> A forceful gloved hand clamped upon blue lips, grey tinted eyes wide in despair; the Matron stood before her, forcing the fledgling to swallow her scream.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>-Hush little one, that one isn’t yours to claim.</em><br/> (<em>But it will be your sister’s.)</em></p>
<p>Excruciating pain followed, jolting limbs and muscle spasms responded to a suffocated scream; a harsh impact upon the diminutive framework of the young banshee. Nails ripping satin sheets, wisdom teeth grinding and clenching whilst the death of another evaporated from her being; the wintery storm, leaving her slowly, then all at once.<br/> <br/> The lure of death a distant memory, the ability to predict death clouded and unreachable; much like the voices –</p>
<p><strike> C<em>ome back.</em></strike></p>
<p>Silence tore into her with a talon, contaminating her blood stream with an unsettling loneliness. No one knew of the sugar coated addiction she had to them, even in their cruelty. It is then, without their company, she followed mournfully after her Matron.</p>
<p>Glass walls surround her, rough finger pads sketching faint cracks at its surface; the room dark, a place light could see and be tempted but could never touch. It held nightmares, echoing reminders of merciless decisions.<br/> <br/> She waits, seething with innocent curiosity.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>-You wanted to play master, witness your puppet.</em></p>
<p>The Matron coos, taking possession of the delicate shoulders before her; guiding her wildflower child to feast her eyes on the chaos of her own making. Chaos in the form of destruction fashioned bruises on flesh like wildfire. A dark and brooding storm intricately swept across its canvas of fragile skin; lightning licked bones cracked at the seams, thunder touched screams echoing at the mouth. Through this devastation, her skin was the colour of a vibrant sunset, a paradise soon to be forgotten.<br/> <br/> Death as sweet as nectar upon her tongue, she couldn’t look away. It consumed her, watching death eat death whole; her sister, a wasted beauty crumbling to ash. Clammy hands covered an agape mouth as paralysis set in; she watched as the soul edged itself closer, enticing the reapers to come forward. To be harvested before being released to the ancestors.<br/> <br/> The sister, loyal to her Matron, plucked like a weed rested upon the crimson stained floor; broken and bent waiting for the final verdict.<br/> <br/> To be saved or to be devoured by her screams. </p>
<p>-<em>What’s it to be?</em><br/> <em> (I can’t)</em><br/> <em>One… Two…</em><br/> <em>(<strong>-Madness</strong>.)</em></p>