Re: Whispers in the Dark (Lady Knives)
The night had come, and the frosted snow had turned ashen, as if it wasn’t snow at all. Though the moon did shine brilliantly above, there was still limited light. Every once in a while, a tree branch could be heard cracking and tumbling noisily to the ground; the snow had fallen heavily during the evening. The fauna of Nyx began to wander about. Nightfall’s breath was icy cold tonight, and the only way of escaping it was the warmth of a blazing fire. Dark eyes roamed lazily across the ashen scenery, the sleepy glow of the snow quite pleasant. It had been a long while since the young demoness had seen snow. Her first encounter with it was definately not as serene, for it had to do with plenty of crimson in the ice.
She was heading toward a nearby town seeking some much needed rest, as well as some minor tailoring and a new set of boots. It had been a while since she had come in contact with humans as it were. The last time she had it was a miserable encounter, and they all were killed. Of course, no remorse was felt by Knives, as she had killed many times before. She could hardly stand them anymore, mortals. "Feh." She hissed as the not-so-pleasant scent of those creatures began to waft in her direction. The village on which she was approaching was not even a mile away, and the scent of humans grew stronger with every step she took.
A small twig crunched beneath her boot, making her come to attention quite quickly. It was quiet around here, not even a single noise beside the soft ebb and flow of her breathing to be heard. The snow continued to fall, gray and bland underneath the strange light of the moon. Something about this night was unnerving. Her soul was strongly at unrest, and she couldn't figure out the source of the foreboding feeling that consumed her; both body and mind.
The musky scent of pinewood burning assaulted her nose, and the wisping clouds of dark smoke from rooftops caught her attention. She was very close, and could hear the humans roaming about in the menacing darkness of the night. The exotic scents of their food were mixing, nearly causing her to waver with nausea. She was quite determined now to find an inn as soon and possible and get herself a room where she could remain solitary, and recover from the long days travel to this place. Her eyes closed as she continued on her way into the town, soon seeing the open clearing of the dirt road. It was buried in about four inches of frost. No jackass-drawn carriages would be drawn in the morning, for the animals would surely slip and injure themselves. Of course, that is if the humans in this place had any sense at all.
With each step she became more anxious. The irritating feeling that something had caught knowledge of her was beginning to wretch at her mind, and she began to doubt that she would be getting any sleep tonight.
She soon came upon a small, quaint inn, the sign above the door written in western-shaped letters that read: "Willowblister Inn." Upon entering, an old man's wrinkled face with white whiskers in the form of a thick mustache and bushy beard came into view. "I'z quite late, misses! 'Wha can I do for yeh?" He piped, his voice grungey, yet holding a pleasant, upbeat tone. "I would like a room for a few nights. The best you have." Her sentances were cut short and simple, for that was all the old man needed to know. Taking a pouch from within her cloak, she drew a few pure gold coins from it and tossed them into his unready hands, seeing his eyes widen as he began to nod his head furiously. It seemed as though these humans didn't see gold all too often, for they always reacted this way. The humor in it had died out over the years, yet it was still amusing enough to earn a faint smile from beneath her silken scarf.
He immediately led her up to the room, it was nothing all too luxurious, but it would do. It was nicer than most of the rooms she had had before. There was a porcelain basin in the bathroom, and an assortment of basic bathing oils and soaps for her to clense with when she saw it fit. After the old man had left, she locked the door and almost immediately slid down onto the king sized bed. It was larger than any of the beds she had stayed in before, besides her old bed back at the Palace, that she would never see again. She fell into a trance-like state, her dark eyes gazing blankly up at the ceiling before they began to ease closed. She was lulled into the realm of sleep once more by the relentless silence, the warmth of her body increasing; a normal mechanism her body had adopted in cold atmospheres. This was the first time in a while she had let herself fall asleep, and all her thoughts, fears, and anxieties seemed to melt away into nothingness.
OoC: Nyx = Roman Goddess of the Night
Last edited by Lady Knives; 04-12-2007 at 12:46 AM..