Obsessive Darkness >*Strmas/V.m.r*<

[Von_Mia_Rose]

The darkness swamps over the sad, morbid land. Only the rays of white light from the moon breaks through the heavy mist on the ground. There is a small figure, too lost in her thoughts to care...

She is terribly troubled...about what though, remains a mystery.

She shivers, slowly gathering her sense of reality, just to feel hot eyes on her, watching...waiting.... A smell of fear from the young female hangs thick in the cool air...

"H- Hello...?" She whispers, sending a cloud of hot breath to swirl around in the mist.

She has no idea why she even thought of adventuring outside on such an awful night...

 

[Strmas]

He was many and he was one. On some planes he was thought, dream, a glimmer but here he was flesh. He smelled the female, a distant smell, far memory. It did not belong but it was here. He saw the female, luminous like a glossy piece of warm fruit, lost smelling of fear. Others smelled the fruit, the fear was singing to them, calling them to the feast.

It was an old memory, it did not belong he would let the others have her. But ... fruit. He remembered the taste of the fruit. And he remembered Hunger. "No", he thought and began to sing into the dark making the will-o'-the-wisp, glimmering to the female. The breeze echoed his song with the melody of warmth, and an undercurrent of hunger as he remembered a taste from long ago. "Come", the melody sang.

 

[Von_Mia_Rose]

A blissfull sound dances around her, so serene..so gentle...yet intimidating and distracting. She looks around blindly in the thick mist, panic slowly raising, pumping intense adrenalin around her cursing veins...

She lets out a scared whisper before she turns in one direction.. and runs...

She runs and doesn't look back, hoping to eventually run out of the awful mist, clinging to her like wet silk.

To no avail, she stops, panting. Completely out of breath she looks around, now wishing she didn't sleep walk and end up in strange, dark places. If she has any luck...she would still be in there dream. But she knows too well she isn't...

"Go away.." She whispers.. fear singing in her scent...

 

[Strmas]

She fades into the night her essence fading into the cold darkness as she moves further and further from the only portal to her plane. He feels the others moving on its trail and he returns to his rest. It does not belong, better for the others to have their feast. Still, the memory will not fade and he is astonished to realize the hunger is not memory, it is alive again, it grows, demands his attention. It demands to taste the fruit again.

He steps from his den, from the warmth and peace that harbors and nurtures him and steps into the cold darkness. He senses her lingering trail, still glowing softly from her passage and turns his mind to the female, seeing where she stands glowing in the mist. She can not even sense the others he realizes as views them circling closer to her drawn by her scent, warmth and glow in this cold dark place.

He unfurls his form the light and darkness weaving an aura about him. With a thought the aura weaves about the others, letting her see them circling her, letting her know their cruel glowing yellow eyes and fangs. Once again he sings his tempting song of warmth and light making the path back to him glimmer in the dark. "Come", he whispers into the night again.

 

[Von_Mia_Rose]

She pants breathlessly, terrified. She looks around, seeing eyes and teeth getting closer by the second...Her world begins to spin uncontrollably...Untill she hear that sound again.. enchanting.. luring... something that takes the darkness away...

She look around, just to spot a path of light, that seems to be glittery... It must just be the mist...she thinks to herself...

She walks closer, being lured by a strange strength and protection. The closer she gets... the safer she feels...

"H-Hello..?" She calls out softly..

 

[Strmas]

He watched her approach slowly, the others swirled about her driven mad by the scent but unable to enter the path. Cloaked in the darkness of the shadows of his den he followed her movements by the soft glow of the other plane that surrounded her and marked her as not belonging to his realm. Finally she reached the edge of his den, it was little more than a shadow in the dark to her senses. He sang his song of warmth and safety letting the den itself call to her. Then as she crossed the invisible threshold he let the light weave itself about the den so she could perceive it and him.

Within the walls of the den the air was warm and moist, a soft green moss covered the ground. he walls glowed softly reflecting off thousands of crystals embedded in the wall and ceiling. A brook flowed down a rock wall in the rear forming a small pool of warm steaming water.

And before the pool he stood, looking intently at this creature, her scent filling his senses with memories of a time and place long ago.

"You are far from home, little one", he said in a soft, musical voice.

 

[Von_Mia_Rose]

Her bright eyes scan the land, eyeing a gently lit cave. She begins to walk towards it, stepping slowly and deliberatly, her heart pounding against her ribs with fear. Something deep down hoped what she was seeing wasn't real, but a fragment of her imagination. Sometimes hoping doesn't always subside reality.

She walks toward the cave, her nostrils fill with a masculine scent. Walking yet closer she begins to see his outline, so tall...muscled and...not human...
She pauses, as a natual instinct of fear, she stumbles backward when he speaks, scaring the tiny female.

"This is... one Crazy dream..." She whispers just loud enough to be heard. her hands goes up to her head, and massages her temples in attempt to straighten her thoughts out.

 

[Strmas]

He studied the little creature with all of his senses, the present merging with ancient memories and feelings. Hunger slowly awakened as he breathed in her scent from across the den but something was not right, the fruit was not as he remembered, not what his awakening senses craved. He looked deeper, he sensed the rapid beating of its heart, yes he remembered how their little hearts would pound but the smell was wrong. He tasted the air with his long, sensuous tongue savoring the dew in the air which now carried the tiny female's scent.

Fear, he thought as he tasted, yes he remembered the taste of it, fear was good but the other was missing. He needed her to experience other much stronger than fear. He reached out with his mind and let her senses fully receive what surrounded them. he picked up his lute and began to play, letting the music weave and dance and enrapture her.

Still playing he moved back into the warm pool, letting the water gently lap over and around him as he rested and played, calling the little female to him. The music brought feelings and images of times long distant, letting her feel and experience what once was.

 

[Von_Mia_Rose]

She trembles. Where was she..? Who or what is that figure standing in front of her? It was reaching inside her mind, trying to feel for emotions. She listens to his music...sensually dancing in her ears. she sees images in her head, weird images but very sensual. full of strange, unfamiliar feelings, smells and sounds.

It drags her in, attracting her with un natural urges. She steps forward, still nervous and scared... until she is mere inches away from the creature...

She looks at him, with big pretty eyes... almost lost... begging to be released.

 

[Strmas]

He reached out into the thought that were racing around within the little female’s mind and began to sift through its thoughts, dreams, and darkest desires.

“Sophia”, he pulled the name from within its mind

“Sophia”, he spoke, his voice a mixture of deep tones and musical notes and then his flute was playing again but now the melody seemed to call her name, weave it in a tapestry all about her. His mind seemed to plunge deeper within her as if he was walking through her awareness and he allowed Sophia to feel his mind. He let her see that her awareness was simply a plane he could enter and explore, as he had explored countless other planes before. His eyes seemed to fill all space. He reached forward and one hand touched her face with the gentlest of strokes.

He savored the soft texture of her skin, the warmth of her. He moved closer, breathing in the essence of her, tasting her with his eyes, touching her scent, seeing her flesh with his touch. His senses were not limited, spate, divisible perceptions like a human. They were a wild mixture of all shares of the universe of perceptions that made up existence. He let the sensations flood back from him into her mind, saturating her soul and letting her taste the reality that he lived within.

His melody grew stronger wrapping tighter and tighter about her, calling her name, calling her to him, to what she should be. Images of her nakedness coursed back to her reverberating to her that naked and on her knees was what she was made for. Serving and pleasing Pan was her destiny.

The music swirled about her, "PAN".