Post by M a u s o l é e on Feb 18, 2007 4:33:54 GMT -5
I glared down at the water as it splashed noisily beside me. There was a large, awkward rock that stuck out from the edge of the cliff that the water crashed over. I utterly hated him, Daemon, and he was going to pay somehow... Somehow. I pulled long strands of black hair out of my face, contemplating torture methods. Since one cannot die in traditional, mortal ways, the torture method becomes so much meaningful. A sadistic grin lit my face, leaving my mind musing over certain methods. I could hook him up to a machine that, very time an operator's phone rang, sent large quantities of voltage through him, or I could tie him to a bench face-down and force him to sample odd, rotting foods. Perhaps I could squish his eyeball out of his head. Anger by now had left me strangely, and I was actually just contemplating ways to make him pay severely. Mind reverted back to a comic book I had read a few years ago - about some homicidal maniac who torture victims, and who I, in my mortal days, was related to the man who wrote it. I complimented him silently in my mind for coming up with the ways to torture Daemon for me, so I wouldn't have to waste valuble torture methods on something stupid. Index finger traced my palm absent mindedly. The roar of the water near me was very interesting, actually. I kind of liked it. The moon was full above me, accenting my extremely pale skin. Dark eyes stared at the pool of mist below me, the moon's rays catching it as well, shrouding the area in an odd eerie mood.
I sighed and hummed a strange, carnival tune to myself, adding my own eerie edge to it as I did so. Eyes stared downward, and I think I'd started wishing I was mortal, 'cause I was contemplating suicide - though I knew it wouldn't work. Stupid immortality. I bit my bottom lip, causing blood to stream steadily into my mouth, though I didn't mind. I sucked on my own lip in though, raising my right leg so I could rest my elbow on my knee, and in turn my jaw on my palm. A wind picked up, but it wasn't much. Annoyed, I was very tempted to scream, but of course, didn't. I was Mausolée, the leader of Rose Clan, one of the most fearsome clans out there - I couldn't just scream at nothing. I shook my head as well as my arm would allow me, watching the water fall. It's so easy for it to fall and it was starting to make me unhappy.
I sighed and hummed a strange, carnival tune to myself, adding my own eerie edge to it as I did so. Eyes stared downward, and I think I'd started wishing I was mortal, 'cause I was contemplating suicide - though I knew it wouldn't work. Stupid immortality. I bit my bottom lip, causing blood to stream steadily into my mouth, though I didn't mind. I sucked on my own lip in though, raising my right leg so I could rest my elbow on my knee, and in turn my jaw on my palm. A wind picked up, but it wasn't much. Annoyed, I was very tempted to scream, but of course, didn't. I was Mausolée, the leader of Rose Clan, one of the most fearsome clans out there - I couldn't just scream at nothing. I shook my head as well as my arm would allow me, watching the water fall. It's so easy for it to fall and it was starting to make me unhappy.
