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Nicely done folks…
again a reminder… you don't need to join in elaborate play… simply picking an outfit and showing us what you might wear to such a gala is a treat
*grabs sunny's hand as before it reaches the keyboard….shaking my head*
“Besides a cowboy hat …”
ooc… oh you wonder of those two beauties do you Tight?
^cguckles^ even I wonder at this stage…though I know Camille and Rose have distinctive personalities .. as does Jaspar the butler…he too carries a story of his own…
Should any desire to play with a preset character let me know…I'll be happy to turn lose their control as long as you understand their motivation and play within the constraints of their personalities…
they do not have to be bound in play with Ursa…in fact perhaps more interesting if they follow their own paths this night.Thank you….though I have reread it a half dozen times and conclude… it could be better…chuckles a minor rewrite :
…to better reflect that music.At this point Tight are you and I alone playing there?….
*laughs* my pets could make an interesting story…
Adera should have asked “a real pic?”
then negotiated and agreed to a price… afterwards sent him this pic
maybe would have cooled his jets…
but there again… :
For the briefest moment a silence fell, then a low whisper rises from the darkness floating on the silence…and the music flows again. “Nox Arcana…Night of the wolf…”
The heavy deep beat smothers the crowd…a deep pulse vibrating on the nerves of the body,. the hush confident voice that rises on the string of the melody strokes smoldering anticipation… The chant fades into blackness, but the rhythm presses on, its ominous touch stirs the thickness of primal pool. …a subtle motion coxed by the firm beat of the music until the flow of the chant returns with renewed purpose,…the rippling darkness pressed by its urgance…gaining motion… strength building as the voices rise, stirring at it along the flow of music. Pressed again the dark primal pool begins to swirl about the crowd as they respond shifting instinctively closer together. The hairs on the nape rise with the rumbling lull in the chant, magic builds with a pressure that collapses on the core of their beings It strokes there, a dark caress urging a yielding, seductive in pull,…relax… surrender,… echoed by a feminine voice,…seductive and sinister . All about them tempest of motion claws in the air, Emptiness has grown into a vortex of action riding the new wave of the chants that rise in a crescendo pitching with burst of magic that washes the crowd. A sharp crack explodes, green lightning erupts it’s jagged path sweeping around the crowd,. crackling as it streaks to the edge. of the darkness along the floor. Verdant flames flash alive.,…growing as it spread… burning brighter, rising higher as it dances on the melody…the crowd circled by its life, darkness is consumed. Substance replaces void,…a glossy black floor, imbued with the sparkle of faint light. To look close, one can feel depth there…and as the flames race in creation leaving in its wake a black floor is, with the sparkling diamonds of stars burning beneath its surface… A crash of vertigo sweeps some as it is like walking on the face of the cosmos,
Tables and chairs to manifest from the flow storm of green flames. Heavy with detailed intricate patterns carved in the wood…. long tables set with trays sweet delicacies and drinks, The flames continue their race, the edge of a wall…. grey stones rising… pitted with private alcoves, entrances draped with heavy velvet curtains… tapestries, dangling along the face of the rising wall… the void is exploding into a growing inferno of green flame…and there rising about the milling crowd… the great hall….towering stone walls, with heavy oaken beams…an arch glass ceiling in the forming heights as the flames leap above at a frantic pace…a burst of pale silver blue moonlight as the moon appears above affixed like a chandelier in the heavens above the glass roof…until all is complete and the fire dies in the high corners of the hall with a whimpering poof as the music stills.
For some,… the seductive voice strokes their souls again…”surrender”….
A single beam of moonlight falls from the height to illuminate the raised dais at the rooms end. At its center, a slumped figure in the cradle of a heavy oak throne….His head lifts slowly to the touch of the silver rays exposing a silver torque wrapped to his neck. It glows in a soft blue hue as the moonlight baths it. His face is showered under the lights caress, he slowly shifts, as if drawing life from the rays. Hands rising from the seat, halting under the restraint of chains. He jerks at the chains once,… twice… shatters the links on the third attempt. His feet shift… and the silence of the room is broken with a sharp crack as metal shatters from the kick of his feet..
The host rises, running his fingers through his disheveled hair…then lifting his arms high,… he reaches to the moonlight,… as he does the sleeves of the trench coat slip down, revealing iron shackles cuffing his wrist with heavy broken chains dangling from it.
The cone of moonlight begins to expand, sweeping across the room as it paints the stone wall under a brilliance of soft grey blue hues.
As the light sweeps behind the throne a pair of St. Andrew crosses anchored to the wall behind focus into view. Manacled to each heavy beamed cross a raven haired beauty, adorned in clinging orange satin dresses with low cup bodices bracing their exposed firm breasts, … as the light spills over them they hiss and snarl, silencing as the runed silver collars about their neck flare.
Ignoring their actions the man nods to the elderly man in waiting who has slipped quietly to the edge of the dais. The old man raises a gloved hand and with a subtle movement the shackles of his companion crack open,.. falling with the remnants of the chains to the floor. Pausing the man on the dais rubs life into his wrist,…his dark eyes roaming over the wide assortment of costumes…until he finally speaks, his voice deeply booming within the chamber.
“Welcome, friends and guests. Tonight we party… eat, drink,…dance,.. celebrate this hollowed eve”.
“It is a night of adventure, and perhaps under Luna’s sublime nudge, with the touch of imagination you shall find her to illuminate the those secret desires you hold within. To unravel,…explore this place of mystery,…of magic… of sensuality… welcome…to the Lair of Ursa”
“Take care not to dig too deep into the secrets of the keep,…you may awaken matters best kept in slumbered ignorance.”
He steps forward to the edge of the dais,.. Nods again to the man in waiting who raises his gloved hands and claps once. From the walls of stone step forth misty forms which condense into human shapes… sharpening in detail as they slid into the touch of the moonlight. Ghostly apparitions of comely servants, men and women…scantily clothed under light veils which barely to obscure their shapely features. They sweep forward through the tables scooping up trays of drinks and appetizer and slide forth to mingle into the crowd.
With another clap, the music erupts… a heavy techno beat filling the hall,…a spark of a strobe light and the party begins as Ursa turns to the restrained beauties who hungrily eye the guests..
#############Enjoy all… post a pic of your costume and join the fun… latecomers too… we await your tales…