They shall call her: Ipshay
Age: appears to be young, but seemingly having star age.
Race: part Imp Dryad, part wolf, part vamp. fiend
Abilities & Appearance: can heal, change form (i
become a part of nature, be a form of faerie, wolf, or demon child<<the mischievous part of her icon_wink.gif)
Attributes: very changeable hence, a changeling so moods and personality vary so form shifting is very common in her case, although she tends not to have a feminine side
Resides: nomadic 'dweller' of the woodlands, may appear to embrace water bodies as well
Weaknesses (hehe): has a taste for life sources, including the blood of beings and is drawn toward the mystifying, hunts demons or shadows unless she is one
Personality: is solemn, can be likened to a shadowy lithe blackness, maybe a far off lamp-post, intense focused eyes and unimpregnable, protective, though of what? who knows, for she is all alone. can adjust well and quickly, has a acrimonious tongue sometimes which she seems to draw energy from, but many times is silent and watchful with eyes as dark as knowing the moon be unattainable (to those who are uncreative icon_wink.gif) Nuf talk and nuf said, lol.
Ch. 1: the daemons of chaos
Ipshay: (With twin fingers, she beckons the swirling grayness toward her, daring them, with mocking eyes and command written behind them)... they snicker. [[She has such an imp chortle when she is mischievous and ready to pounce, when she has thrills drifting through her, soon hard to keep up, as it's picking up speed, little bits of lighting peaking through her. Those chilling chases up and down her spine is not a representative of fear, no my 'friends', they are signals to live; a thrill-seeker you may call her, but nonetheless, it's her life support.]]
Daemons: who are you, we see through your madness
ipshay: then I needn't say anything at all [[she smiles gracefully]]
daemons: all the same you are here for play and we are one here to take you away, to be our demoness, we feed on chaos, we may just have to envelope you instead
ipshay: and why, and leave me out of the fun?
daemon: you are the last conundrum we believe, we don't have much self-control with them, they are like candy to us
ipshay: well, reserve your fantasies, i detest sweetness and I'm no where to bein such...what do you want [[she eyes them this time with more seriousness but no where near defense, because she rather enjoys this...demons can only attempt to harass; any evil, she hunts and sometimes she just rather tastes its delectableness]]
daemons: we crave chaos, you [[confusion develops]] are more chaotic than us.
ipshay: nothing i've not heard before, although I admire the flattering, but I don't get flattered, because it only ends up in hurt hearts, your hearts are all trapped in boxes, but they do get damaged I tell yee
hmm, they cannot have me, they'd have my heart, of which is no use to me, but i don't give up things so easily
ipshay: as i was saying, but mine isn't the one that gets hurt...flattery causes my temper to flare, and I am very temperamental.
Daemons: Chaos creates the darkness we need, see here, you've reduced us to wimpering
ipshay: i scoff at you!
daemons: we crave you [[they whisper, they approach so wistfully and encircle hauntingly, they taste her and smile slyly assured by her potency. Moaning into the wind, the trees fade from the creeping darkness, draining the light of all things, darkness causing them to see vividly; they smile satisfactorily as she is entranced]]
much stronger we thought [[they murmur]]
let's rid of her till morning
we will disturb her this way
she'll never understand, she'll get sick, but we wont let her chaos start to eat at her
[[they drift away and she is solemn under a willow tree, guarding and drifting along with her; dreams she never escaped and this she knew was one...she got up and wanders hitting something alive; she shudders and realizes how fragile and sick she feels. she feels doomed already, can no longer run . What? Run? Does she ever run?]] |
Submission Name: ch:1: the daemons of chaos
