Stopping over the hill, hiding behind some brush as the voices in her visions continued to tempt her with ill-contempt. Slipping off the wet and dirty shoes hiding them underneath the brush, planning on coming back for them at a more suitable time. Apparel was not something she was used to coming upon in her home country, so she had always learned to be very tedious with the things that she has had. Bland white dress, with faded spots of yesterdays decorations hung on for memories sake. Worn old white lace gloves covered hands, cut open so they would not get caught upon any snags. Usually white socks hidden away in penny loafers that had years of stories and travels to speak of.
But now as she noticed herself, yes most of the muck has rinsed off, but there were traces of stink all around her, the side of the white satin laced dress that clung tightly, soaking wet from the trance into the riverbed. A small smirk on her lips before shifting back onto her lips, fingers rubbing against the thick dress material. Head faced down towards the ground, watching the ground shift beneath her feet like some kind of dream, as sounds of her feet rustled against the grass blades beneath, the touch of cool grass making the skin crawl once more through the entirety.
''Darkness be my guide as light fades from sight, strolling within your deepest hours.'' A small wince escaped her lips, as she quickly found a tree and laid hand upon it as she rested her body. The pain in her side was growing abnormally irritating as she continued to walk through the soft patches of grass been roots of tree's that surrounded her. Small lights, like fireflies in the tree tops, shown through and forced her head up staring into the gentle abyss of what was the castle towers. Taking a moments in it's gaze as she started to move once more through the gentle brush, the soft wind caressing through the somewhat soaked hair.
The drips of water along her back, edged their way into the wound, causing her to flinch every now and a again as she moved through the trees. Sifting her way to the end of the forest, finding herself back where it all began in the suns warm gaze as she enjoyed the outer skirts of the Castle grounds. The night was so quiet that you could hear every step around the small vicinity. Mismatched eyes searched around the small lit area, with a soft grey tinge from the moon. You could hear the jingle of the metal that hung around her neck,
That jingle, the sound of metal grinding against metal as she moved. That eerie noise of cracking metal made the spine shiver with enthusiasm of the thoughts that would go through the minds of tortures and murderers. The chains that would rattle in dungeons and caves hidden far away in deeper darker lands. Fortune only faded when those lights would slowly dim, noticing that the Castle was starting to close down more of its more common areas. The only light now was glimmering down in the pool of water that shone so brightly from the touch of the moon.
Snapping from what seemed to be twisted memories from some kind of cruel and tormented past. The nature of being to do such crimes must have been broken, cheated and stolen from the life's gentle touch of happiness and forgiveness. Breaking from these irradiate thoughts before staring into the reflection of the pool once again, this time with a shadowing shape around the figure, as if the dark night had given new sight. Sitting, she spun her fingertips in the waters and dragging them around creating circles sending them out across the pool of water.
But now as she noticed herself, yes most of the muck has rinsed off, but there were traces of stink all around her, the side of the white satin laced dress that clung tightly, soaking wet from the trance into the riverbed. A small smirk on her lips before shifting back onto her lips, fingers rubbing against the thick dress material. Head faced down towards the ground, watching the ground shift beneath her feet like some kind of dream, as sounds of her feet rustled against the grass blades beneath, the touch of cool grass making the skin crawl once more through the entirety.
''Darkness be my guide as light fades from sight, strolling within your deepest hours.'' A small wince escaped her lips, as she quickly found a tree and laid hand upon it as she rested her body. The pain in her side was growing abnormally irritating as she continued to walk through the soft patches of grass been roots of tree's that surrounded her. Small lights, like fireflies in the tree tops, shown through and forced her head up staring into the gentle abyss of what was the castle towers. Taking a moments in it's gaze as she started to move once more through the gentle brush, the soft wind caressing through the somewhat soaked hair.
The drips of water along her back, edged their way into the wound, causing her to flinch every now and a again as she moved through the trees. Sifting her way to the end of the forest, finding herself back where it all began in the suns warm gaze as she enjoyed the outer skirts of the Castle grounds. The night was so quiet that you could hear every step around the small vicinity. Mismatched eyes searched around the small lit area, with a soft grey tinge from the moon. You could hear the jingle of the metal that hung around her neck,
That jingle, the sound of metal grinding against metal as she moved. That eerie noise of cracking metal made the spine shiver with enthusiasm of the thoughts that would go through the minds of tortures and murderers. The chains that would rattle in dungeons and caves hidden far away in deeper darker lands. Fortune only faded when those lights would slowly dim, noticing that the Castle was starting to close down more of its more common areas. The only light now was glimmering down in the pool of water that shone so brightly from the touch of the moon.
Snapping from what seemed to be twisted memories from some kind of cruel and tormented past. The nature of being to do such crimes must have been broken, cheated and stolen from the life's gentle touch of happiness and forgiveness. Breaking from these irradiate thoughts before staring into the reflection of the pool once again, this time with a shadowing shape around the figure, as if the dark night had given new sight. Sitting, she spun her fingertips in the waters and dragging them around creating circles sending them out across the pool of water.