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Post by Dark on Jan 16, 2013 2:37:52 GMT -8
Located off in the more secluded area of the Land of War, in the middle of what looks like a graveyard surrounded by forest lays a lone building of wood, painted in black and greens with the eery glow of green lanterns just out front. The area itself seemed to be mysteriously trapped in a constant time of night, where the only light is moonlight, the sun of day never touches it once one happens upon it. Some windows adorn the building, but only two, located on the front where a porch lay.
Within the interior were rows of various coffins and tombs lined up together, some chairs lay around as well as two set up by the large wooden counter at the very end of the dark confines. To the left of the counter is a door in the wall, leading into a backroom area where various horrific sights may be seen, some not for the faint hearted. Past the room of macabre is another door, which seems to lead to a stash of liqour, and various other liquid substances.
The building's appearance in itself, is shrouded with mystery, and a haunting feeling surrounds it's front yard of sorts. At the same time.. If one is versed in such, one could feel the deep demonic presence that emits within it as well.
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Post by Cat on Jan 27, 2013 2:25:27 GMT -8
Despite the optimistic sentiments many people had toward gloomy situations, Vash had found that there wasn't always a light at the end of the tunnel. Not every end was a good one and where there was darkness, there most certainly wasn't some light to be found within it. If one was lucky, it would hopefully just be darker. At least, that's what Vash was in hopes for when she came upon the moonlit scene. The tall, tanned woman, stood before the scene with an inspecting gaze. This was an area of the land she was not familiar with, a first for her. None of her previous adventures had ever brought her this part, and as she'd now discovered, with good reason. Whatever rested in the house before her, did not have a happy soul.
Yet she ignored the little voice in her head that warned her, practically yelled at her, to just turn and leave. She trudged forward with heavy steps through the graveyard. A sense of adventure, one that didn't belong to her, encouraged her to move on. The green glow of the lanterns reminded her of Will-o'-the-wisps, but as Vash could already tell, this wasn't a safe path to be following. The woman stepped onto the black porch with eyes immediately drawn toward the door of the house. Vash closed her eyes and expelled a heavy sigh before marching up to the door of the little black horror house. She raised her hand and knocked twice, preferring to maintain some sort of courtesy before she pushed onward.
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Post by Jaziline on Jan 27, 2013 18:57:34 GMT -8
The ground felt solid underneath the woman as her fingers dug into the freshly turned soil. It was so aromatic as the woman's eyes rolled as she inhaled the smell. Grave soil always smelt of death and blood, especially when they were fresh. Her skirt twisted as she rolled over eyes closed onto her back and sprinkled the fresh soil on her face. It was erotic, it was taunting, it was like the kind Lucien would bury her in alive along side a pile of grotesque corpses. Lucien... The thought shot her up right someone else was here.
Mercy rolled over on her hands and knees feeling a growl coming to her throat as she suppressed the urge. Oh she wanted to kill, but without Lucien? Her body slid smoothly like a cat stalking its pray her brown curls filled with loose dirt as she went dropping down her strange dress. She finally came upon where she could see Vash on the porch. Her mouth almost watered at the thought of killing her, but she slowed and watched what if she knew someone in the building.
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