Timeless2024-03-29T11:21:20ZNerissa Ironspringhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/NerissaIronspringhttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12293376268?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://timeless.ning.com/forum/topic/listForContributor?user=3bpu5b0ous3wp&feed=yes&xn_auth=no"Chaos" of the "Night"! (Nyx and Hathor)tag:timeless.ning.com,2024-03-24:5164310:Topic:1053172024-03-24T04:45:56.163ZNerissa Ironspringhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/NerissaIronspring
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The cold stone against her fingertips gave her a sense of <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/5c9f1500545a79052b65e2c77ef9b7f0/tumblr_oufkwvMbg41sgg3fho5_r2_500.gifv" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/5c9f1500545a79052b65e2c77ef9b7f0/tumblr_oufkwvMbg41sgg3fho5_r2_500.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200"></img></a> comfort. The kind that left a bitter aftertaste. The kind that made her grateful to be alone for just this second because of the pitiful sob that strangled out of her. …</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The cold stone against her fingertips gave her a sense of <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/5c9f1500545a79052b65e2c77ef9b7f0/tumblr_oufkwvMbg41sgg3fho5_r2_500.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/5c9f1500545a79052b65e2c77ef9b7f0/tumblr_oufkwvMbg41sgg3fho5_r2_500.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-left"/></a>comfort. The kind that left a bitter aftertaste. The kind that made her grateful to be alone for just this second because of the pitiful sob that strangled out of her. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“We… we have to go, my lady.”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Hathor held her breath. Cast herself In the darkness of the Tomb. Hid her current disposition as she stared at the hieroglyphs. Which made the feeling much worse. She must've given some acknowledgment that she heard him. Because he left to give her a minute. Her palms met the once bright paint depicting her family. Husband. Siblings. Father. Children. All lost to her when the Greeks started their nefarious war. Now beaten from the centuries and dulled by the conditions. Her forehead met the stone next. While a silent promise whispered from her lips. Only to be heard by the rising sun. </span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Her men filed into the tomb as she returned to her usual demeanor. Rolling her shoulders back after a heavy exhale. And turning to face the Medjay she called her men. “With the sun coming we can't leave from the front.” She gave a curt nod to the report. “Then we leave how we arrived.” They all moved swiftly. Following closely after their goddesses. Not wanting to get trapped behind and become an anachronism within the ancient pyramid. They were born into this. Direct descendants of the Medjay who were decommissioned as the Ptolemaic Empire brought in their own guards and men. No longer interested in defending the people as the Medjay had. Making it perfect for Hathor to swoop in and take them. Using them to help her hunt down the Templars who once made her their puppet. And continue to defend Egypt's people as best they could. There were certain moments in history she knew would happen. And she had to let it despite her violent loathing for it all. <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/f0c15ca9dc2ecac5f9e0a5e4d22137c3/tumblr_oufkwvMbg41sgg3fho3_r1_500.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/f0c15ca9dc2ecac5f9e0a5e4d22137c3/tumblr_oufkwvMbg41sgg3fho3_r1_500.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-right"/></a>The sun was just beginning to kiss the golden desert sand when they began to hide the secret entrance only Hathor knew about. Blending back into its surroundings to never be found again.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“Did you find what we came for?”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“No.”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“Let's pray then that the others have better news.”</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Hathor couldn't remember the day. The sun was leaving. And all she'd done was sit here in her office. Fighting the memories of her family she'd long forgotten and avoided. The unexpected hieroglyphs messed her up far more than she anticipated they would. Her attention snapped back to the present with a sharp inhale as one of her men rushed in.”The others are b-” Her pupils dilate as she focuses on the man. His words falter when he takes in how his goddess is just sitting at her desk with the lights off. He tilts his head and looks around with curious caution. “The men are back...” She tosses her head back and stares up at the ceiling. Puffs out an audible huff. Prepared to hear they'd come up with nothing like every other day. </span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The Templars were getting harder to find as the present rolled on.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“They found the Snake.”</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Her head snaps back to its natural position. And once again her eyes dilate to focus on him. </span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Hathor's eyes study the file now on her desk. Flipping through each page with a pristine amount of attention to every detail listed. Her knees bounce the more she takes it in. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>“Fuck”</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The Medjay in the room give her questioning looks. But ultimately wait for her to speak. Giving her time to explain as she always does. Hathor spins the file and pushes it towards them. “What do you see?” They step forward and study how she laid out the pages to highlight certain things.”She's moonlighting as a bartender in a club.” She leans forward at that response. Edging them on to continue but they all just blink at her with blank stares. She rubs the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. As a dry sarcastic “ha.” comes from her. “What do the people call me?”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“The party goddess.”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“And who does this club belong to?”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“Nyx the goddess of the nig-”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“...” “...and therein lies the problem.”</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Hathor rarely grew nervous. But the more the trebling music rattled her entire body. The more trepidatious she became. The bar was past the dance floor. And the crowd parted for her in a way they shouldn't have. This wasn't her club. Wasn't her party. And the people here weren't here to worship her. If they were even aware that that's what their dancing was doing. She should've just been able to slip through the crowd like any other commoner. But she couldn't control how people responded to her in this environment. Where their lust to be lost in the night fed a part of her affinity. And like waves ecstasy rolled off of her in a way she couldn’t control. She kept her nose to the ground. Keeping to her path to get to the bar as quickly as possible.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Until, like the Red Sea the crowd parted and left The two Goddesses face to face.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">With a quick humbling respect, Hathor bowed her head. <a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12403803867?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12403803867?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-left"/></a>Coinciding as she returned her gaze to the ground. Showing she wasn't here to start trouble. Yet. Which sent Sekhmet trapped within her reeling. She needed to locate the woman they called the Snake. And see if Nyx would protect her. But, she wasn't behind the bar when she at last got there. She hoped she didn't call out. Or that her information was wrong and tonight was her night off. Regardless she was kind to the bartender tending to her. Asking for a simple beer as a shadow soon loomed over her. She took one sip with a heavy knowing huff. Eternals never liked when another Eternal imposed upon their territory. Hathor imagined Nyx was the same. She spun and gave the guard who came to collect her an innocent smile with a wicked backbone. But she put her hands up to show she meant no harm. She even paid for her drink and tipped the bartender.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Her</span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">hands opened the silver inlaid black door. And for a goddess of Sunlight, it took a second for her eyes to adjust to the dim light in this space. A stark difference from the flashing lights of the club. Her eyes focused on Nyx as the door slammed behind her. And the force of that slam jostled through her dark hair. Hathor didn't coincide this time as her chestnut hues held Nyx's vibrant blues.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“The Moonlight Kiss Holds up to its reputation. Bravo.”</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Her heavy Egyptian accent shows she is still a stranger to English. Her tongue struggles to wrap around each word. But, her words are genuine and she faintly bows as a sign of respect. Her eyes never leaves the night sky's. Nervousness shows its face in her awkward body language and preverbal silence. The calculation of what to say and how to say it is present in the words she's not saying. “You've someone in your employment who is of interest to me. They have something I need back.” </span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“Meda Gordo.” Hathor tilts her head to watch how Nyx might respond. Watching and hoping she doesn't become defensive. And then she sensed it. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chaos! </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://youtu.be/RQf7nlx1ZFE?si=owSwIiahOaa6IgPe" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Chaos!</a></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chaos!</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/f818bf44a9b18438a555cbe6b791b140/tumblr_pvct63ltB21tk2heto8_400.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/f818bf44a9b18438a555cbe6b791b140/tumblr_pvct63ltB21tk2heto8_400.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-right"/></a>It washed over her like an Egyptian Silk curtain flowing in a Summer Breeze. It would've been a pleasurable feeling if they were in a different setting. Instead, it grabbed her by the throat. Creating a tunnel around her. And for a moment isolated her from everyone in the club. Singling her out as the sole recipient of the rhythmic sound she both longed and dreaded to hear.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The sistrum of Hathor. Or tambourin in modern terms. A sacred instrument once used by the high priestess in Ancient Egypt. Then later pillaged by the Templars and used to awaken our dear Hathor from the dead. Long held hostage by the Gordo family much to the goddess's dismay. With a heavy foreboding, Hathor's gaze rips away from Nyx’s and peers out the window to scan what can be seen of the club. And without much or any searching her eyes find the woman in question. Taunting her with her own instrument. And freezing Hathor in her spot while Sekhmet fought to be let out. Keeping herself together in a way Jekyll and Hyde could never. Putting the mimic story to shame.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Everything went out.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The music stopped.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The club fell into a blanket of pitch black.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The Moonlight Kiss was swept up in fright and panic.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">And soon the blood curdling screams were cut short.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Silence.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Death hung in the air. But it didn't feel quite right. She couldn't really relish in the feeling if she even wanted to. Hathor after giving Nyx a quick glance filled with concern and confusion ran to the door. Flinging it open and jerking back at the sight. Bumping into the night goddess not realizing she was right behind her.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Stone. The guard at the door had been turned to stone.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Carefully, Hathor slipped past the perfect statue of the man. Knowing if she broke it his life would be lost. In utter shock and petrification, she took in the frozen club in heart wrenching disbelief. The dust from the chaos settles at their feet as the scenic story of the stone unfolds in the dark.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“Fuck!” </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">She pants and covers her mouth.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“The Snake...."</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">"Meda Gordo is motherfucking Medusa!"</span></p> Under Pressure (The Gemstones - Onyx, Ruby, Pearl)tag:timeless.ning.com,2024-03-19:5164310:Topic:1052222024-03-19T17:38:17.760ZNerissa Ironspringhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/NerissaIronspring
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<p>The morning hours had drifted to the afternoon and then to evening before Gwen had realized it. She had been busy around the brothel, speaking to those that had wandered in. There had been quite a few men that only wanted someone to speak with. This wasn’t uncommon. They only wished for a moment of time. An ear to listen to their woes and troubles. Gwen never minded these visitors. It was a way she could let her mind drift while still appearing to remain attentive.</p>
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<p>The morning hours had drifted to the afternoon and then to evening before Gwen had realized it. She had been busy around the brothel, speaking to those that had wandered in. There had been quite a few men that only wanted someone to speak with. This wasn’t uncommon. They only wished for a moment of time. An ear to listen to their woes and troubles. Gwen never minded these visitors. It was a way she could let her mind drift while still appearing to remain attentive.</p>
<p>When the last male stated he needed to head out, she gave him her best smile and escorted him to the door. The barrier opened and soft rays of sunshine splashed across the features of her face. She blinked her eyes and stepped from the interior. Her feet shuffled across the dusty path as she moved a short distance away from the brothel so she could give herself a much needed break and a breath of fresh air.<a href="https://media.tenor.com/E7CPMrtB99wAAAAM/emma-swan-jennifer-morrison.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://media.tenor.com/E7CPMrtB99wAAAAM/emma-swan-jennifer-morrison.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="250" class="align-right"/></a></p>
<p>Arching her back, a sigh of relief passed Gwen’s lips as aching and stiff muscles seemed to loosen in thanks to her difference of position and scenery. A soft breeze fluttered the light colored strands of hair around her face, causing a slight tickle like a butterfly’s wings. She chuckled as she brushed them away while she kicked softly at the dirt beneath her worn shoes.</p>
<p>She needed to prepare for the King’s arrival. He should be making his appearance any day now as it had been several since his last visit. She would slip into her role of doting female to his Royal Majesty. She would put on her most friendly face and be at his beck and call. Granting him whatever he wished. Laughing at whatever joke he told her. This is why he always came back for her. She had adjusted her plan when she learned of his visiting the brothel. Gwen’s goal had been to become his favorite; to earn his trust. The vengeful blood that pumped through her veins was patient. She would get her revenge when the time was right. There was no need to rush it. She wanted it to be done right.</p>
<p>Gwen was pulled from her musings by the sound of voices nearing the brothel. She peered around the corner to see people walking around, but none seemed interested in entering the building. Taking another glance around, she decided to slip away further into the less traveled areas beyond the brothel. She wanted to play a bit with her magic. Something she could not do in plain view for all to see. She also needed to gather a few items that grew freely among the vegetation and trees of the forest.</p>
<p>A smile curled her lips upward as she picked up her skirts, her feet practically skipping over the ground as she scurried away. She would be quick. Libelle would know where to find her if she was needed. She wouldn’t stray too far.</p> Murder Inn (Clementine and Open)tag:timeless.ning.com,2024-03-07:5164310:Topic:1050102024-03-07T01:33:16.901ZNerissa Ironspringhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/NerissaIronspring
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<center><div style="width: 700px; height: 100%; padding: 5px; background-color: #81918c; outline: 3px solid #54625d; outline-offset: 5px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; float: center; margin-center: 10px;"><img style="outline: 1px solid #54625d; width: 150px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 20px 20px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://i.imgur.com/m8cDVpf.jpg"/><img style="outline: 1px solid #54625d; width: 230px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 15px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://i.imgur.com/bNBtrBO.gif"/><img style="outline: 1px solid #54625d; width: 150px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 11px 8px 15px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://i.imgur.com/ubho1Mk.jpeg"/> <br/> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 25px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #000; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #000;">✧ Murder Inn ✧</span><br/><div style="width: 650px; padding: 30px; line-height: 21px; height: 750px; overflow: auto; font-size: 15px; font-style: arial; text-align: Left; color: #000;">“Do you know what it's like to choke on air wondering if this time would be your last?” Clementine asked as she hollowly in a circle, her dress brushing behind, “Or what's it like to feel that strong fist connect with your cheek over and over again? The hand that was promised to protect, tethered together by a golden band and a contract to later be painted with the crimson of your blood?” the agitation of the memory causing the convulsion in her hands, curling them up into fist she turned her pale filmed gaze back upon her current victim. <br/><br/> “Of course you don't, you are the one who would raise his hand, the one who would never know true sorrow. Men.” She yuked out as her head lumped to one side. “Women believed to be Elegant, soft, delicate…thought to be powerless to their male counterparts. Yet little did your feeble male mind could fathom while most of us are delicate as glass in a mortal life, the afterlife is where power is ours.” With that her mouth opened wide as her screams echoed out into the man's ears. As he fell over on top of the woman he had just murdered. <br/><br/> Clementine’s leer softened as it moved over to the woman who lay dead under him. “I do hope you find peace.” She muttered softly before pulling the man off of her and tossed him aside. The streets seemed to be filled with all kinds of horrors, or maybe they were always this horrid and Clem was blind and filled with hope. Now that she was somewhere between living and dead she felt voided of any purpose in the perpetuating long life laid before her. She knew what she was, she had gained her revenge and now? Hollowness.<br/><br/> <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/72058324c7ba6771526da51c5e8e8673/c39e23236d884ccc-02/s540x810/f2c8173ec267c2724b0079c2e08c99521178d9fd.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/72058324c7ba6771526da51c5e8e8673/c39e23236d884ccc-02/s540x810/f2c8173ec267c2724b0079c2e08c99521178d9fd.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a>Clicking her tongue she set her sights on the eerie fog that rolled over the cobblestone beneath her feet. How would she spend her night? She wondered, she could wander the streets and look for more males causing harm to women, maybe save a few from the demise that seemed to be a pandemic among the young and beautiful. Setting off in one direction wondering, what felt like a frigid hand trailed down her back causing Clem to toss her head back and let out another scream.<br/><br/> Death was coming, but this was unlike any death she felt, it felt massive. Her head tossed back the sign of what she was standing in front of slowly swung back and forth. ‘Magnolia Inn’. The stench of death emanated off of the inn.</div>
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</center> Moonlight Sonata (Nyx and Erebus)tag:timeless.ning.com,2024-02-14:5164310:Topic:1048482024-02-14T04:44:50.458ZNerissa Ironspringhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/NerissaIronspring
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">A sharp inhale whistled through his clenched teeth and his arm rose with the intent to hurl his phone across his apartment, but he couldn't afford a new phone. “Why the fuck would he tell me the truth!?” Erebus hadn't been here long. Spending his first six months in the hospital and the next six… lost. Hades checked him out of the hospital with the guise of being his older brother and set him up here until he found his footing. Waiting only a day or two before telling Erebus who and what he was. The hard pill to swallow still felt stuck in his throat which brought attention to the dryness of it and the itch he was suddenly hyper-aware of as he smacked his lips and stared down at the empty bottle still spinning on his floor. What he was told about himself felt right and with all these months of grappling with that information alone, he figured out how to remember things. Sharp flashes in his mind with no context but somehow they confirm to Erebus he was told the truth. “No, I'm definitely going crazy!” He forced this idea of being the lord of darkness from his mind as he shot a breath from his nose and tossed his phone on his bed, missing the buzz from a text.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The night was young as Erebus had the habit of sleeping through the day. Causing that small pestering voice in the back of his mind to try and convince him Hades was right. His thoughts tangent as his phone blinks and he finally sees he's got a message. The Graeae were three… interesting… women to say the least and Erebus was already exhausted by their riddles and now here was another. The text had only an address and time and after looking at the current time he realized he was already late. “Well, I'm not going!” He plugged the address into Google and found out it belonged to a nightclub so his lateness was irrelevant. “I'm still not going!” He glared and tossed his phone on his bed again.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The heady music heavily pulsed in his chest and replaced the tempo of his heartbeat. Erebus hated people and this club? Peopley. He gravitated towards the bar out of habit, being so near the glass bottles gave him a comfort they shouldn't have. He spun on the stool he managed to get so his back was to the bar. He clenched his eyes as if they were dry to try and fight the itch creeping up his throat and drying it out as his knees bounced to help him focus on something else. He blinked to clear his sight when her gaze caught him and made his entire body clutch like she'd just trapped him in a web. A new lump in his throat formed just like it did when he learned the truth of who he was.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It was her! The woman whose gaze haunted his dreams. Who smelled of rain. A revelation so harsh and hefty hit him you could see it physically weigh him down. The flashing lights suddenly began to dim slightly as they stared at each other. All of this could only mean one thing…it was time to go. Yup; it meant nothing else but leave, mmhmm too much peopleing for his taste. With all his strength he pulled his gaze from hers. Feeling like he was pulling two magnets apart. He hurried to the exit, aptly slipping through the dense crowd without issues only to be stopped by who he could only assume was one of her men. His eyes slowly drift down to the man's hand on his shoulder before meeting his eyes. The man said nothing and yet his message was still understood. Erebus didn't like being touched but he knew better than to make a scene. “You're one of her security I'm guessing?” his rhetorical question came as he removed the man's hand. “If you really want to protect her you'd keep her away from me.” He looked back at Nyx then, wondering if her calming and therapeutic gaze was still on him. Questioning if someone had ever walked away from her before, the security guard seemed inexperienced and unsure of what to really do now that he'd managed to stop him but that was hardly anything to go by.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Just one drink. It was all he kept in his home as of late unless he finessed a bottle from someone and came home drunk with it. He was striving to be better. Desperate to be clean; he convinced himself he could do this. The one beer in his fridge was just enough to help him get past the PTSD-induced thoughts as he fell asleep which in turn meant no nightmares but now she was on his mind. Poisoning his thoughts as he tried to figure out how everything connected because nothing that happened was an accident or coincidence. He was sent there to meet her but why? He snapped the beer bottle open and peeled back a slither of his blackout curtains to watch the sunrise for a second. After fixing the curtain he re-encased his home with darkness before finally drinking. The cold liquid suddenly soothed his soul and insatiable itch while the bubbles fuzzed up his brain to eventually pop memories free as he slept.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Just one drink, something light to simply get the bartender off his back. He clasped the bottle and took a cautious breath as he leaned on the bar. If he could steady himself through this bottle for his time here he would be alright. <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/c00702e8d02726a330705df5dc216130/tumblr_puuufp3kES1xlv8m3o3_540.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/c00702e8d02726a330705df5dc216130/tumblr_puuufp3kES1xlv8m3o3_540.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-right"/></a>He spun in his seat to face the wave of people rhythmically drowning under the intoxicating music. “Sorry love, I can't accept.” whether someone was trying to buy him a drink or get him to dance they were met with those five words. From his seat, he could see the moment she arrived on the dance floor. The people seemed to bend to her and fawn after her. Grateful his thoughts and perspective were his own he took a sip of his drink and once again broke her powerful gaze as he spun back towards the bar and was immediately forced to turn another drink down as graciously as he could. </span></p> Hunting the Hunter (Ramona and Madeline)tag:timeless.ning.com,2024-01-12:5164310:Topic:1047012024-01-12T22:01:22.627ZNerissa Ironspringhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/NerissaIronspring
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><em><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12357323490?profile=original" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" height="139" src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12357323490?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="210"></img></a> Devotion</em>… <em>Loyalty</em>… Maybe even just the bond between creator and their created could explain the need I felt to go after him to help him return home from this violent adventure he was on. <em>Love</em>, maybe? I stopped in my tracks, the wind whipping around me. It certainly wasn’t…</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><em><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12357323490?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12357323490?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left" width="210" height="139"/></a> Devotion</em>… <em>Loyalty</em>… Maybe even just the bond between creator and their created could explain the need I felt to go after him to help him return home from this violent adventure he was on. <em>Love</em>, maybe? I stopped in my tracks, the wind whipping around me. It certainly wasn’t because of love- No by no means was it because of love. My eyes followed the sporadic scarlet drops in the white blanket of snow on the ground. Carefully I walked around the bread crumb trail that my creator was leaving, covering each spot with snow. This was the third town I had tracked him down too. Also the third time I had found his victims but not him. He was starting to get lost in the wind even with my superior tracking skills he was becoming nearly impossible for me to find. Every night I felt as if I was gaining on him, catching up to him but come dawn, I would have to find somewhere new and safe to rest. By the next nightfall his trail would be gone and my search would start all over again. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><em> Boredom</em>… <em>Loneliness</em>… Those could possibly be the reason why I was out here searching for the creature who made me. I didn’t care for the other three vampires that occupied our home. They were the ones who started this mayhem. Their need to consume blood nightly. Their unfortunate desire to have inappropriate relations with their food. I pulled my lip in disgust as I thought about how entrolled they acted. I could easily see the decline that Xanthos was taking. He had shown great restraint in limiting himself to meals only once a month. He knew of himself and the delicate balance he had to walk to keep himself from acting like an animal- an addict even. I glanced around the snow covered forest, my mouth watering from the smell of fresh blood. I closed my eyes for only a moment as I savored the smell. Tilting my chin I took in a deep breath trying to pinpoint the distance the scent carried. It had to have been at least twenty miles away. I swallowed, ignoring the burn that resided in my throat. The sensation letting me know that my days of needing my next meal was nearing. I started on the path again but then stopped when my eyes saw a limp cold corpse, back leaning against the trunk of a tree behind it. The lifeless body had its eyes closed with a smile on its face, as if it willingly welcomed death to come. “That makes number four…” I said quietly to myself. Glancing around the empty area I reached for the dead man’s arm before tossing his body onto my shoulder effortlessly. “If I wanted to be a maid, I would have stayed mortal.” I said into the freezing air. For the past two seasons I had been cleaning up after my creator during my search for him. How he left a trail of bodies only spoke to how much he was not himself.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"> He was walking a dangerous path. One that could and would lead humans right to him. He had been alive for centuries compared to my mere few decades of life. But in this instance age wasn't equivalent to wisdom. He was being idiotic and reckless. I tossed the body off my shoulder on top of the other three male bodies I had found throughout the night. Three towns ago I was concerned when I discovered that he was draining two bodies a night, but four? Bending down I grabbed two rocks, clicking them together until sparks emerged igniting the hay I placed under and on top of the bodies. I stood there watching the flames pick up engulfing the corpses in flames as the fire turned their skins and bones into ash.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://66.media.tumblr.com/bc67f610dd206023ecdd91925d07d4ca/tumblr_p6yoa5ziXD1rdh9tto1_250.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://66.media.tumblr.com/bc67f610dd206023ecdd91925d07d4ca/tumblr_p6yoa5ziXD1rdh9tto1_250.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-right" width="151" height="191"/></a> “Concern… Maybe that’s it.” I spoke to the fire unwrapping my arms from around my frame. I took in a breath, my eyes looking over to my right, knowing that in the distance there wasn’t another town that he could escape too. Just the water. The odds were in my favor to find him but they were also against him. I knew it meant that Xanthos would be tearing through this town before he moved north. Just like he did in the last. No doubt that he was drawing unwanted attention to himself. If I was able to find him then surely anyone would be able too. A sigh came from me as I left the flames to walk back towards the town. I can only hope that the liveliness in the town of New Orleans would help lessen the attention of people going missing. I ran my hand over my thighs checking to make sure that both of my draggers were still hidden underneath the folded fabric of my skirt. The closer I came to the town the more I was able to make out the figures that I could see from behind the trees. My brown eyes studied each person that passed me on the street. Watching women walk by, attached to mens arms in their dresses with their hair styled dramatically on top of their heads. I reached my hand up touching the boring down style my hair was always in. How odd for me to be worried about my appearance around mortals as if that would give me away instead of the paleness of my skin. I only have a few more hours left before dawn brought a halt to my search. “Might as well find a place to stay while I’m here.” I mumbled to myself as I walked along the living.</span></p>
<p><br style="font-weight: 400;"/><br style="font-weight: 400;"/></p> Lost and Found [Rainore & Ronan]tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-10-16:5164310:Topic:1043042023-10-16T14:59:37.383ZNerissa Ironspringhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/NerissaIronspring
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://media3.giphy.com/media/l3fQnAa8cHBgzVQFq/giphy.gif?cid=6c09b952y14gv7pust0rvkunoke2l93epdoqk4ym03is6lc0&ep=v1_internal_gif_by_id&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" height="189" src="https://media3.giphy.com/media/l3fQnAa8cHBgzVQFq/giphy.gif?cid=6c09b952y14gv7pust0rvkunoke2l93epdoqk4ym03is6lc0&ep=v1_internal_gif_by_id&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g&profile=RESIZE_710x" width="456"></img></a> Water was gushing down with a mighty force with all intentions of drowning and suffocating the poor victim who had done nothing wrong other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. By being there, he was being assaulted by her,…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://media3.giphy.com/media/l3fQnAa8cHBgzVQFq/giphy.gif?cid=6c09b952y14gv7pust0rvkunoke2l93epdoqk4ym03is6lc0&ep=v1_internal_gif_by_id&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://media3.giphy.com/media/l3fQnAa8cHBgzVQFq/giphy.gif?cid=6c09b952y14gv7pust0rvkunoke2l93epdoqk4ym03is6lc0&ep=v1_internal_gif_by_id&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g&profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left" width="456" height="189"/></a>Water was gushing down with a mighty force with all intentions of drowning and suffocating the poor victim who had done nothing wrong other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. By being there, he was being assaulted by her, talons and all as well as the restricting water that encompassed them both. The clear water became inky with darkness and shadow with a tinge of silky red as she took a generous chunk from his neck. His taste overwhelmed her, sweet and delicious but more importantly, it tasted like home. A foreign yet familiar taste, one which she couldn't tell if she wanted to devour him whole and keep that feeling of home within her, or allow him to live and slowly nourish herself with him alive and on land. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The latter won. Why? It was a decision only Poseidon himself knew. But just as she broke the surface, her dream brought her back to her present; alone and nomad - friends and allies scarce. The turntable of emotions had Rainore tugged back into consciousness and found herself in a pool of damp sheets ridden with sweat. "Ugh. Gross" With a grimace, she peeled herself away from the sheets. It had been a while since she last had that dream, but it plagued her with a reminder that she let him go even if her very persona often pushed people away. Rain rummaged through to the back of her closet and found the box she intentionally put to the back to gather dust. A box of memories she wanted to keep locked away for reasons very much like this one. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">With a sudden exhale, Rainore blew away the collected dust; her nose wrinkled as she fought a sneeze. She rummaged through the box before the worn fabric caressed her fingertips; she lifted it carefully, making sure not to catch the feeble fabric on anything sharp. Whilst it smelt</span> <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">old</span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">her Siren enhanced senses could still smell his scent upon it - regardless of the blood stains which painted it.</span> <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Bloody hell, Rainore. Stop it.</span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">She hissed to herself, and pushed the box and the tshirt back where it belonged - she wasn’t sappy, she wasn’t one that needed anyone else. She was Rainore fucking Riverscar and she thrived on being alone and independent. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">It was likely the reason why she hadn’t yet confronted Aquada and her bloodline, regardless of if she had a following or not to stand a chance<a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/4db8c7e397ed169c04d1b9cdd8b07674/b77231ea45475bff-93/s400x600/d3806717669454220c2dba4a5748028c0096c776.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/4db8c7e397ed169c04d1b9cdd8b07674/b77231ea45475bff-93/s400x600/d3806717669454220c2dba4a5748028c0096c776.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-right"/></a> against the kingdom. Rain was content with the distance between her and her blood relatives for now, however, she knew her colonies redolence well enough that when it brushed past her in the small, cosy cafe and bookshop, she froze. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The Princess of Aquada</span> <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">froze</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Had her Grandfather caught wind she was alive? Of her potential plans to claim her royal title?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Either way, centuries later, Rain was in no place to face that music. And so, she lowered her head toward her book, her gaze transfixed upon the beautiful siren as she collected her order and left again. There was a familiar perfume that this other siren carried - not just the one from Aquada, but something else; so despite the close call, Rainore couldn’t ignore the wind which seemingly pushed her, asking her to follow her Kin to see why she was here of all places. </span></p> Never Againtag:timeless.ning.com,2023-09-07:5164310:Topic:1038722023-09-07T17:25:54.949ZNerissa Ironspringhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/NerissaIronspring
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</center> The Sea Witch Curse (Dorian and open)tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-09-02:5164310:Topic:1041432023-09-02T21:21:09.910ZNerissa Ironspringhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/NerissaIronspring
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<div style="width: 650px; padding: 30px; line-height: 21px; height: 750px; overflow: auto; font-size: 15px; font-style: arial; text-align: Left; color: #7c362c;">Sleepless nights had begun to plague her, she would wake up gasping for air from the nightmare she couldn’t seem to escape. She was desperate to try anything, she couldn’t seem to see what was latching on to her this time. No rhyme or reason for this attachment. She called in to work that day with almost no sleep. The bags under her eyes were making it clear. She needed to seek advice out of her normal circle. Ace had once told her about a psychic in a town over. It was worth a shot. Maybe she could get some answers outside of herself.<br/> <br/> Dragging herself out of bed, throwing on the closest outfit she could and making her way out to her mothers car. The last link she had to her, the link that she put all her money into to keep it going. As she climbed into the driver's seat of the car she let out a huff making her way towards the next town over. She drove in circles mainly not being able to focus as she drove. Around her third roundabout the block she manages to catch the sign to the psychic shop.<br/>
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Climbing out of the car she felt the slap of magic against her face, there must have been a Mystic that actually ran the shop. As she drew closer towards the door there was another energy brewing, she didn’t take time to think on it though as she moved through the doorway. The ding of the shop door caused her to look up towards the metallic smelling bell. She gave a small smile to a black cat that was curled up in the window seal.<br/>
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