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...nobody is going to want to read this...

Unread postby AppleFetish » Wed Aug 06, 2003 2:39 am

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<div align="left" She pushed the box open, the container no bigger than her two hands. Wooden, with a small carving on the top in a language only she could read, which stated her name, and what she named such a chapter in her life. Her name Katerinia Solana Tenebrous, the interval in her life this package held she called Shadow’s Keep. Both words carved cleverly and clearly with dedication to care are translated to Fina. She dared to thrust the lid of this tiny box off, to let these words and pictures that made up the section called Shadow’s keep drift far into her, she fell into it all with a wistful feeling. Her arms opened to the memories of him. She felt them stream down her cheeks, feeling their ways to the velvet insides of the box.

Amidst all of the emotion pushing her out of her world of reality, she was torn away from it. The way it hurt, the way she bled when it all began to fade, something stirred about behind her. She assembled all of her energy that she could to close the cubed container, it took all of her might to force her shaking hands to set it down and wipe her eyes. She turned around to find that the wind was blowing her curtain out of place, the weather outside in the day caressed her senses as she awoke from her trance of memory. She mustered a little strength to get to her feet and reach the window, her feet crushed the carpet under her weight. With a great deal of care, Katerinia peeked out the curtain of her window to find a shadow on the horizon. Already? I hope it’s right this time, she mouthed the words as she thought them, something she often found herself doing even though she despised herself for it, there wasn’t anything she could do. She picked up her coat, quite faded now and almost a size too big, slipping it over her sleeveless, black, patched up, shirt. She hoped it wasn’t too late for her to catch up. She treaded down the stairs with delightful concern to not disturb anything, she pulled a crystal out of the pocket of the coat, stepping barefooted out the door. She made sure the door was locked and a few steps away from the entryway there stood Eve.

Eve, the Speed Demon, a creature modified for maximum speed and agility for her will. By a dear friend of hers, she was colored as well, black, midnight, with crimson splatters from front and fading to the back. The only other creature she knew that loved speeding as much as she did. She slipped her leg over Eve’s back, and slid the crystal into the ignition with fluid motions. Perfect was the bun her hair was tied up in, although the occasional hair spurred out to hang in her face, also black, naturally. She loved revving Eve’s beautiful purr. The sound was addictive to her, at last after thoroughly agitating the neighboring creatures, she pulled out of the little dirt way to admit herself to a road. She sped away loudly, steering and filtering the speed were like breathing to her. Behind both Katerinia and Eve flowed billowing behind them Katerinia’s black, velvet, blood splattered cloak. She sped, screeching around corners, accelerating. Gonna make it, she internally pushed herself with a degree of stubborn pride.

She rode by that bookstore, by that place. She scoffed with a distaste of the memory of it, and now she dared not even approach, no less enter the building which taunted her exhaustively with her every waking moment. She revved by angrily and nosily as the memories flowed out of her, shooting down the lost, desperate, and, most of all, false hope that place would aim at her. The enemy, she growled at the thought as it wouldn’t depart. Already her depression and rage had to be warded off hourly, this was no help to her defenses. She was more than tempted to circle back and throw a rock at a window, but she wrestled the feelings down, suppressing them with a force that she used for nothing else but this purpose.

And, at long last she arrived at her destination, parking Eve carefully and removing the crystal from it’s set place before her. She sat there a few moments making sure her anger was covered up delicately, not to escape and get the better of her again. She swung her leg over Eve placing her crystal in a soft pocket of her cloak. She stepped away, the gravel crunching under her feet heard clearly as the sky was empty of clouds and as blue as ever. She looked at the bluish tint with disgust as she walked to her usual place of appeal. She ordered a type of thick wine, and even though she hated waiting for it, she stood around and did so accordingly. When she received and paid for the wine she went to the outside tables with a crisp feeling of hope as she sat down at a table.

She sipped solemnly at her drink, hoping for him to pass, today was the day it had to happen, her last chance. She sat growing itchy in anticipation of what would happen if he actually did show up, how would she act. She shrugged off the feelings with a flicker of hope and continued to quietly drink half of her drink. She set her drink down after being satisfied with her thirst, nervously she tapped her crystal on the table. She picked it up, examining a fire maker attached to it she had taken time to rig up a month or so ago. She hoped it wasn’t empty, she wanted anything that would relax her now. Fidgeting with the fire maker Katerinia finally looked up to see him standing before her, casting a shadow over the flame of her lighter. She smiled at him with a spark of something that was more than just an emotion. He read it in her as she stood up, the movements natural. He wrapped his arms around her waist, like wise hers around his neck. He kissed her on the cheek with a fragile touch, neither of them noticed that her crystal had fallen to the ground as he stepped back he half smiled looking her over. Then as she sat down he read the signal and took a seat on the other side of the table. She scooped her crystal from the ground.

He reached out to her touching her hand lovingly as he took the lighter from her, “Iloure,” she swooned, muttering his name merely for the sound of it. He smirked at her not just in amusement, but with pride that he could read in her before she gestured it. Her hand didn’t fall away from the lighter as he pulled her fingers to his lips. His hand on hers, he kissed her fingers. Staring at him deeply, longingly Katerinia saw him pull the crystal from her hand, he set it on the table soundlessly.

Iloure, the master of allure, illusion was not his ideology, but romance was. She found him obnoxious often, but he had more moments when he knew exactly how to look at a girl, how to touch, and even some times, what to say. She had fallen for him before, that was a mistake she was sure not to make again. Katerinia and Iloure, the same and the opposite, both in one, to take up space and make others suffer at their own amusement, even when they don’t realize it. A perfect team if there ever was one, but only that.

Iloure ever so tenderly kissed her skin, where her fingers attached to her hand. Releasing her hand he sighed. She stared at him in awe, regaining her posture.
“I don’t know how you do it you bastard, but you’re pretty damn good at it,” she stated in her bad ass tone picking up her wine again.
“Only pretty damn good?” he pensively demanded, not too harshly as she savored her drink a little longer.
“Oh, come on Iloure, you can’t say you’re pretty fucking good…” she drifted off knowing she was right. Pleased at her sentence wandering off into nothingness.
“Well, that’s not to say your style at things isn’t…smashing? Right,” he questioned his own use of words with a delicately placed reassurance in the matter.
She drank more of her drink, him watching her carefully.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded unkindly as she grew paler and paler as the moments passed. He twitched at the thought of what he knew and that he was more than likely right. “Where’s your ring?” he again challenged with a force in his voice that was familiar to them both. She set the drink down and looked at him helplessly. Damnit, not again, he growled at his thoughts and arose. “Don’t give me this shit now,” his statement sunk into her as she looked up at him, he picked up her crystal. “Let’s go, baby,” he plucked her hand from the glass cup and wrapped her arm around his neck. “You’d better thank me for this later,” he muttered as he picked her up with care. An arm behind her neck and one under her legs. He carried her to Eve, he stuck the crystal in the ignition the best he could with her still in his arms. If I take the back roads to Nova, no one will stop us this time, he started Eve with Katerinia in his hold.

He peeled out heading for the back roads at a rapid and accelerating speed, Katerinia was cradled ever so gently in his arms. You better not have known before hand this time, he almost prayed more than thought of it. He steered with jerking movements, trying not to drop her. She looked up at him, her eyes only half open, she read the determination on his face. The cold wind over took her as they arrived, she shivered, starting deep down inside of her. Iloure embraced her close to his chest, as he approached the door. It opened automatically as the creature inside acknowledged their arrival.

Grunge was his name, a creature of something they understood but dared not define, he was defensive about being classified as something he was not. Living in Nova, he was one with Iloure, but completely different. They’d both seen Katerinia like this before, Grunge, was in love, deeply, with Katerinia. He’d side with her against Iloure, but he could never touch her, a down side to what he was and what she was. Yet, he favored wandering around as nothing more than a gray cloud of fog. He spoke with out voice as he watched them enter, his tones and growls deep and lively.

“I don’t know, what am I supposed to do?” Iloure snarled at the interrogation, “It’s not like I planned it.” He looked down at her, almost as passionately as she had gawked at him while they were sitting at the table, she saw this last face as her eyes slid shut. “Damnit, not again!” he muttered exhaustedly to no one particular except Grunge who took everything personal. He laid Katerinia out upon his bed after kicking in his bed chamber door. Picking up a bottle off of his nightstand Iloure pushed an arm under her neck to support her head as he brought the drink to her lips. “Please,” he whispered as her lips parted to accept the offering. Katerinia drank as much of the liquid as Iloure would allow, which wasn’t much. He couldn’t let her get drunk on it, again. She moaned as he set the glass down, almost dropping it.

Her eyes focused upon him, black attempted dearly to overtake them, leaving nothing but emptiness in place of the beautifully breathtaking green eyes. She fought it, as Iloure silently cheered her on to over take what was rightfully hers. He cradled her in his arms, holding her up to his chest, despite all that was going on she weakly clung to him with all that she was. “Katerinia…” he murmured it just as she had his name, pointlessly and merely in awe of her being. He kissed her forehead lovingly, putting as much feeling into it as he dared. “Please,” he again pleaded with a desperation that cannot be described with any words, and very few human’s dare to tread upon such a subject. This feeling requires commitment, submitting, wholly and truly.</font>

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<font face="Times New roman"> Hours deep into the night, she awoke to his sleeping sounds as he laid sprawled out beside the bed she was resting upon. The large window had been opened in his bed chamber/library, which is where they were, but it wasn’t his at all. It was hers. She swung her feet over the bed, she softly hit the ground with thud that echoed through the halls. She bent over him, rolling him on to his back. “Iloure,” she whispered his name in his ear picking up his obsidian staff he’d stolen from Telikania. His eyes opened looking towards her, but he couldn’t see it. As he began to say something, she covered his mouth with her hand, cutting him off.

She leaned back and giggled, and that was her mistake, that’s when he saw those black gaping holes of black. Blood had begun to trickle out of them, he propelled himself way from her, from this thing he saw before him. He reached for his staff, which was no longer where he had set it. Those beautiful green eyes had given away to control. He’d gotten away every time before. Would he be so lucky again? “GRUNGE!!!” he screamed in helpless warning as she stood over him, shadowy figure she was tonight.

Her eyes clearly projected the aching inside that would never leave her, she knew, her face, those features strained. She wanted nothing much, nothing much at all. Too bad that was too much for Telikania. Not so kind, not so mean. He loved to hate her, and he hated to love her. This Iloure knew, and he also knew it was his last night to breathe human air. He wanted to deny it but a moment too late did Grunge actually enter the room. Iloure laid upon the tile floor, moon light glistening against his shattered skull, and the brains that sloppily sploched out of it. Grunge, a ghastly creature materialized before her. He looked at her confused. Silent. She held Iloure’s staff as she looked back at him mimicking his facial expression of stupefied wonder.

She stepped forward as her face changed, small little bones grew from her skull, poking out of her forehead. She stepped closer waving a hand through his form, it retreated from her hand like smoke. Katerinia continued out of the room, and out of the house. She found her bike, but thought it inadequate transportation jumping in to the air her wings exploded from her back, innately, she rose from the ground flying high into a beam of black light disappearing almost instantaneously and reappearing bowing before Telikania’s feet. Her eyes black gaping holes of nothingness she grinned as she looked up at him, her master.

“You please me,” Telikania, Shadow Lord, laughed deeply, pleased with his own work. He figured one day it would be his down fall, but now he arose and would not die without a fight. He lifted Katerinia’s face with two fingers. Her blank, black, bland eyes stared at him, her expression incomplete but compelled you to think she loved him.

“Thank you,” she whispered at him “my lord,” she did not fight against him, for she knew the consequence. He ran his fingers along her cheek.

“We lost Helphon today,” Telikania murmured releasing her face to hang in it’s norm. “You know what that means? Correct?” his eyes scanned her thin slightly muscular form, she was still wearing the clothes from her meeting. She merely nodded, no words could describe her protests that would only get her in more trouble. “Then come!” he laughed as she followed, the guards which stood on either side of Telikania’s throne snickered. Katerinia dragged her feet, her head bowed as a solemn tear of blood streaked her white face.</font>

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The sun was fading into the distant trees of Loganiwa, she waded in a pond in her favorite part of this place. Her sanctuary. Raising her hands to the sky Katerinia stood perfectly still, merely inhaling breath well deserved. Washing well, she removed herself from the little pool of cold water and returned her clothes to her body. Moving to another small clearing she sat on a semi flat rock, her head down she wore a white dress sleeves that reached her knees. Hearing a twig crack she looked up to find Wolf standing and staring. He approached her with careful curiosity.

She arose to him performing a small curtsy before throwing her arms around him, and his around her. “It…was horrible,” she whimpered muffled by his robe covered chest.

“Again? He…!?” Wolf growled at her, but not meaning to be directed at her, but in pain she slid to her knees, a puddle of red blood forming in her dress she sobbed. Wolf knelt down next to her, his arms around her. She remembered when he first came to her…


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The light of that flame danced over his beckoning eyes. She swooned silently over the dark humor that was directed at her. She took a deep breath and gently set her gloved hand on the glowing red gem that crowned his staff. With such ease and a fluid motion he pulled her closer to himself. His hand slipped under her chin and pulled her face into view. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he whispered, his voice was firm but comforting. He brought his face closer to hers and she quivered, his lips oh, so slowly, so gently reached hers. The blood on her lip smeared on his as he healed her lip with his, she softly moaned as he kept the kiss going on a long time after the wound was whole. As he pulled back a little to look at her, his eyes so hypnotizing. “All better?” he gently questioned, her only able response was a gentle nod of her head, and all she could think about is what he must think of her, for gods’ sake , she bit a hole in her own lip out of fear for him. But, he could not blame her, from becoming a violent mess to this, it was strange to her. Without warning he let her go turning around to step away, “I’m sorry,” his ashamed words took her by surprise.</font>

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He cuddled her against her chest, “I will fight him,” Wolf stood up pained by the whole situation, “there must be away to destroy him.”
“Well,” she sighed, her face crusted with tears, “there could be…but I don’t want you doing this,” she looked up at him, admiring how he cared.
“Please, let me try to help you,” he begged holding a hand out to her as the blood from her white dress disappeared but her pain did not.
“Will you promise to live through it?” Katerinia knew she was asking too much, she didn’t dare think about what would happen. Wolf stared at her a moment in thought, then nodded his answer to her question.

Her sickness, that is what made her decide, Telikania listening to every word, subtly hinting and pushing towards this one final out come.
“You see that tree right there?” she pointed directly behind him, he turned to look then looking back, he nodded. She continued pointing at it, “Watch” she whispered as it began to glow then when she was satisfied she stopped. “It’s a tree of…life for lack of better explanation, if close enough to Telikania, it will weaken him, for it contains his first defeat, the sunfire of our life,” she sighed, walking to the tree and pulling a small branch the size of his hand off of it.
“Wolf…” she held her hand out to him, he put his hand in hers. Setting the branch on his hand Katerinia molded it into him. “Merely call it out of you and it will grow as you please.”

He nodded, “Take me there,” he referred to the Land of Shadows, or as it’s former name, City of Angels. She waved her hand as a beam of black light arose between them. They entered it their hands still linked. The were immediately transported to the throne of Telikania, Shadow Lord.
“I have come to free Katerinia,” Wolf firmly stated, Katerinia being chained to a wall near the dark stoned throne as he spoke.
“M, indeed,” Telikania arose from his throne, “an unspeakable honor, dear Wolf,” he returned to sitting. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”
“Free her!” Wolf demanded wasting no time, and with one swift movement, and without hope, Wolf was sent to the ground.
“Look what you’ve done, boy, look upon the repercussion of your emotionless clumsy actions when you do not heed excellent advice. Hah, and any new current engagement will further push you into a situation you don’t even want to know can exist. Will you now acknowledge your elders and their suggestions?” he guffawed raising a hand, making a fist. Wolf cringed and cried out as Telikania gripped his fist tighter and tighter, not understanding the metaphysical thing that was occurring. Telikania laughed at the pathetic little human, currently turning bloody and sprawling himself upon the obsidian floor attempting to mask the twinge which laid beneath his eyes, few dying breaths left living in his soul. The poor human sorcerer, being drained of all of his power, could do absolutely nothing in defense of himself any more. He lay helplessly there growling in hopes of figuring one last way to get the final upper hand, any way he could, before he was consumed. Only for her, because his faith in her strength was more than able enough to endure anything.
“You will not win. Even if I’ve lost, someone find your weakness, someone will defeat you,” he stated daringly, growling and snarling each remark, trying not to groan in pain from his bloodied, injured side he strongly cupped a hand over. Telikania snorted and snickered and with a wave of his hand they reappeared, even though Wolf grew ridged at the sight of these creatures he barked out a spell in Telikania’s direction. Even as Telikania’s shadow slaves over took the poor soul Wolf once was, a flower that glowed brightly sprouted before Telikania, and in all of his power, he did more than merely cower at the scene of the life that shot up before him, if nothing else he seemed to have to support himself so not to fall backward from it..
“Someone will win over you Shadow Lord,” he breathed his last words before slipping past what was life and into a realm every creature creates for itself, and she screamed. She wrenched against her chains with a strength from deep down inside, her love for him. “Wolf!!” she cried, “No!!” weak and weeping as a shadow creature slammed on her back once with a fist causing her to fall unconscious to the ground with a thump. Her chains clanged against her and her ring which glowed a dark gray light that was bleeding through her eye lids.
“Take the monster to another chamber,” Telikania snapped the command at the shadow that had knocked her out, “and do it now!” he called out the last part weakly. His breath was short as he stepped on the little sprouting flower with a crunch and a sizzle. “Damn that boy, and his monster.”

Clutched deep in Wolf’s hand was something of value to Telikania, who had the dead creature brought to him and removed the ring from Wolf’s clutched dead, still warm hand. Telikania examined the ring, waving his hand for the shadow slaves to take the dead body away…
“M, perhaps…”



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Re: ...nobody is going to want to read this...

Unread postby Banjooie » Fri Aug 08, 2003 1:03 pm

I was going to read it but then I saw the name apple fetish.


However, the parts I skimmed over looked neat. o.o <p><Chat> <Matto says, "What's up?"
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Angst."
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Drama."
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Betrayal."
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Plushies."</p>

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Unread postby AppleFetish » Fri Aug 08, 2003 9:34 pm

I think it's too long...it's basically the story of my rp from my original rping time a long long time ago...not that it was that long ago...why wouldn't you read it because it was by me? I am a serious writer you know!


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Re: .......

Unread postby Banjooie » Sat Aug 09, 2003 2:34 am

A serious writer with the name Apple Fetish. <p><Chat> <Matto says, "What's up?"
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Angst."
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Drama."
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Betrayal."
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Plushies."</p>

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Unread postby AppleFetish » Sat Aug 09, 2003 4:07 am

It's just a message board, it's not like it's my real name or anything you know. I thought we were here to have fun...and fetish does have more than one meaning, why don't you look it up some time? Apples are holy.


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Re: ...

Unread postby Banjooie » Sat Aug 09, 2003 4:12 am

Apples are holy.

...Maybe in your weird commie religion.

..Also, what in god's name is g!h? <p><Chat> <Matto says, "What's up?"
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Angst."
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Drama."
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Betrayal."
<Chat> <Prince_Herb says, "Plushies."</p>

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Unread postby pd Rydia » Sun Aug 10, 2003 8:45 pm

One shouldn't bitch at the only person who comments on their story. <p>
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A joke accepted and a joke given in return.



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