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Post by Glass Shard on Jul 20, 2014 23:43:18 GMT
Time was ticking, Glass felt it, passing beneath her skin, rolling past her mind, oh, she felt it. The time changing, her curse was wearing down. Falling to simple threads from the once beautiful tapestry that she had woven before all of the mirrors, conceiling the realm that she held imprisioned behind it. Caging the man that stood in the realm, the man that'd wronged her, the miserable servant the belonged in a cage. That could never and should never be released. But oh, even now, he pulled apart the thin threads of her curse that she had woven in such a panic, tearing the curse apart, prying and ripping and tearing her beautiful tapestry apart by threads.
And now, infinate years later, countless centuries and uncountable decades, it was falling aside at the seams. Bleeding.
Glass was lying on her own bed, eyes on the ceiling. She felt the last strands fade, frayed and shattered, her curse had fallen.
Her curse had been broken.
Glass shouted in frustration, seeing red in front of her eyes, she threw her legs off the bed, standing and pacing out of her room. Knocking the curtains down as she did so, the light falling to the thin red words written closely on all of the walls, written names were crossed out. Hundreds, thousands, all of them crossed out. All of them being names of those in her organization that she believed had the potential to assist her to defeat The Servant.
Someone who held the power, the intellegence, but the loyalty to not claim the throne for themselves.
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The King
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Species: Nightmare King
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Post by The King on Jul 27, 2014 21:10:49 GMT
Years upon years. That was how long it took for him to get that stupid curse broken. Staying in that realm was the last thing he wanted so once he was free, he would do what he wanted. Freedom. Of course, there was only one thing he had to do. Find Glass Shard. The King had been a servant. a long time ago. He soon got sick of it. Who would ever love being told what to do, when to eat, when to breath?! That was a big part of his life with Glass. Commands, commands, commands, commands. She didn't even bother to learn his NAME! So he did what he had to. Stole her thrown along with most of her power. Shard got lucky though, she was able to lock him in the realm before he could get out. Finally, though, he was free. He set off.
Stepping through a body length mirror, he stretched and grinned. It felt amazing out of that realm. He began to walk. Glass Shard had to be somewhere close. King teleported to her with ease. His eyes glanced at her as he moved towards her slowly.
"Hello, Shard." King spoke calmly and stopped a few feet from her. "Long time no see. How have you been?" He finished his 'friendly' talk and glared a bit. Glass belonged to him. It was his turn to rule a realm with her on the floor with chains hanging from her wrists. He walked to the window opposite to Glass shard. For a moment, he just gazed out at the open. Distracted by his thoughts. Shaking his head, he turned back to her.
"Where do we start then? I would love to start at the part where you come with me."
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Post by Glass Shard on Jul 27, 2014 21:40:56 GMT
Glass hadn't paid him any mind, hadn't given him the slightest of glances. He was a servant. Nothing worth her time. She was a queen back then, he was merely one of countless, a man servant, one who was to dote upon her, serve her whims and be cloaked in the traditional wrappings of their kind. Women servants were typically more shown, the logic being that the more skin was shown, the more powerful the woman. The more gems shone in the armor, the richer the woman beneath it. Men wore designs sewn into their cloaks, covering all of their flesh and with a hood hung low over their eyes and features. The designs represented age, and other such things. Nightmares had wings, whether they were feathered or spiked as if a dragon, was merely the power of the nightmare at play.
But, this human world was devoid of any magics in the slightest, so as a nightmare passed through their world and into another, the unbalance between the two realms resulted in wings not appearing in the least bit. Glass didn't take care to notice The Servant, he didn't deserve her time, he was merely an idle plaything for her idle desires. Glass felt nightmare pollen wrap itself into existance, tangling itself in the logic of this world behind her, falling back to reveal a cloaked white haired man, still clad in the cloak of a male servant. He strode towards her slowly, and Glass gave him a cold glare, she wasn't going to show her fear, wasn't going to back up from him.
Even when she felt the desire to run. To flee.
"Ah, my foolishly vain servant. I WAS wondering where you had gone off to." Glass mocked, her tone sarcastic, and sultry mixed with a look of distate. He came to a stop a few feet before her, it wasn't good enough, his face brought back cruel memories of his actions before she had escaped. He'd humilated her, chained her by his feet. Stole her nightmare pollen from herself, it was only by random CHANCE that she had scraps left, enough to accumulate more nightmare pollen in time. He'd clipped her wings, mocked her, forced a bond into her very mind, making a link so that he could access her mind without her permissions, and with ease. Glass had escaped before it was complete, but even now, he could acess her emotions to a general degree with some concentration. He strode to the window, eyes out and distracted. He turned back to her, as if a thought just occured to him.
"We do not start, anything, fool." She spat, eyes feirce "And I refuse your invitation to return. For you have long since killed that world, and it's inhabitants. Let you rot among their curses. Alone. Until time ends." She growled.
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so much has gone down over here, and I really, really missed hanging out with you! Sorry it took me so long to see this Dx )
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