Post by Lady Edfeil on Aug 7, 2009 20:04:50 GMT -5
(18:29:51) A Ghost from the Past.....The Shade of One that Was... : Enters the room...
(18:46:04) A Ghost from the Past.....The Shade of One that Was... : Heavy booted feet tread the hallways, yet there is no sound in their wake....for that is the way He wishes it....no eys will discern His presence this dark night, neither from enchant nor magycks.....the simplest reason being He has no desire to be seen...as yet. The Castle lies dormant, It's residents safe in sweet slumber's embrace as the Shadow wisps softly along the corridors, making It's way along the well remembered corridor that leads to the Great Hall....a few solitary candles burn low in their tapers, the sallow glow glinting dully on occasion off the handle od the great mace lying securely strapped to the Shadow's back.....He pauses as he nears the entrance to the Great Chamber where resides the Throne of the Queen....if any were able to see, it would seem that what looks to be a head raises and turns first this way, and then that....almost as if some great dark night Cat were sniffing at the air...and then the Shadow moves purposefully, yet silently into the Hall and to the Throne of the Queen...It pauses there only a few moments, slowly scanning the room, mindful of even the slightest sound....before a darkly gloved hand reaches out as the Shadow bends it's great height forward.....a single white rose, of the purest white.....a scrap of paper attached......only two words written upon it........Remember Me....and the next moment, the Shade is gone....leaving no trace of its presence, save the flower with the note pinned to it......to where, only the Shadow would know...but said Shadow will return....for It has no choice...
(18:51:19) A Ghost from the Past.....The Shade of One that Was... : Leaves...
(18:46:04) A Ghost from the Past.....The Shade of One that Was... : Heavy booted feet tread the hallways, yet there is no sound in their wake....for that is the way He wishes it....no eys will discern His presence this dark night, neither from enchant nor magycks.....the simplest reason being He has no desire to be seen...as yet. The Castle lies dormant, It's residents safe in sweet slumber's embrace as the Shadow wisps softly along the corridors, making It's way along the well remembered corridor that leads to the Great Hall....a few solitary candles burn low in their tapers, the sallow glow glinting dully on occasion off the handle od the great mace lying securely strapped to the Shadow's back.....He pauses as he nears the entrance to the Great Chamber where resides the Throne of the Queen....if any were able to see, it would seem that what looks to be a head raises and turns first this way, and then that....almost as if some great dark night Cat were sniffing at the air...and then the Shadow moves purposefully, yet silently into the Hall and to the Throne of the Queen...It pauses there only a few moments, slowly scanning the room, mindful of even the slightest sound....before a darkly gloved hand reaches out as the Shadow bends it's great height forward.....a single white rose, of the purest white.....a scrap of paper attached......only two words written upon it........Remember Me....and the next moment, the Shade is gone....leaving no trace of its presence, save the flower with the note pinned to it......to where, only the Shadow would know...but said Shadow will return....for It has no choice...
(18:51:19) A Ghost from the Past.....The Shade of One that Was... : Leaves...