05-08-2018, 11:05 PM
It was dark in the carriage with the door closed. There were small flickering lights behind dirty glass orbs in every corner of the cabin, but what light they produced was dim and didn't provide much to use to see any more details in the cab. As the horse began to pull her forward she let her body fall back into the seat. She folded her legs, one knee over the other, sliding her dagger back into the sock and feeling much better when the cold metal touched bare skin again.
She caught a glimpse of the empty cabin when the lightning struck the distance once more, the thunder growling after it. Nothing much more of note except the black flimsy curtains that were stretched between two bars on either side of the windows. Passengers could pull them open or closed depending on their opinion about the rain. She left them open, she loved storms.
Between the gentle pattering of raindrops pelting the thin metal roof and sides, the window, and the rocking of the whole horse-drawn carriage as it crawled over exposed roots in the forest Ash felt herself being lulled to sleep. It didn't help that she had nothing to do other than listen to the rain and the clicking of metal or lashing of leather. Slowly but surely her body began to relax and her mind drifted into the darkness of slumber.
Hours passed.
Ash jolted up sharply, the voice she heard had been faint but loud enough to alert her to something. She sat up as she looked around the cabin, finding nothing to be alarmed of and yet she breathed a little harder. The demoness sat back up, trying to find the source of the noise. Her ears could hear the rain still pelting the moving room as she continued to float on the endless sea of undetermined destination.
As if the world around her wanted to help, the lightning flashed from the opposite side of the carriage this time - hinting that the heart of the storm has already passed over them - and lit up the small space. When it did, a figure was sitting opposite of her, watching her sleep.
It was a brief moment, but Ash had taken in every detail. The body was huge, too large for this cabin to hold and yet it contained the figure comfortably enough. It hunched over and the bone white mask that was its face had been no more than a foot and a half away from her's. The depths of darkness that its eyes were reminded Ash of a quote she'd read about staring into the abyss.
Startled but not shaken, Ash adjusts so that her back pressed into the cushion of the back seat. "Hello." She croaked with a voice that was tired.
The figure, which looked as vague as the faces in the fog, just stared deeper into her soul.
"I didn't know we stopped for another guest, when did you get in?" Ash asked she was very aware that she was a heavy sleeper but surely she'd have felt the carriage's exaggerated movements of someone so large climbing in.
Her words again were met with silence.
"Oh... Kay." Her eyebrow quirked. "Are you the one that spoke to me?"
Nothing still.
Ash felt her face relax into resting bitch face while she became annoyed with him. She just rolled her blind looking eyes and turned away. She leaned to the far left to watch the storm. Maybe if she stared long enough she'd fall back to sleep.
"yoU ArE nOT wROthy oF MaStERs tiiiiiiiiME." It was a choir of different voices that spoke to Ash finally. She heard the high pitches of women and the low tones of men, the innocent lisps of children, and the sore throats of the elderly who strained to be heard. "Nor arE YoU worTHy of MAsteRS affECtIoN. FeMale yOU May BE, buT gENTle yoU aRe noT..." The voices that made of the messenger's combined one moment and seperated completely the next. Some sang some cried, some moaned, and other's growled. It was unsettling and perhaps would scare a lot of other people.
"I never claimed to be gentle," Ash responded, turning her head to face her accuser.
"ThEn whY 'aVE YoU travELED thiS faR?" The voices continued to swim and rotate. Never did any of them sound the same, just similar in a group fashion.
"I was picked up by the driver." Ash's voice was flat, not entertaining this much longer.
The figure adjusted in its seat. "ThE drIvEr waS MEanT tO piCK up a FaIR laDY for OuR maStER's danCe."
"To be fair to your driver, I'm probably the only 'lady' in the area," Ash responded dryly. "Fair or not."
She could hear the creature sigh a billion sighs.
She caught a glimpse of the empty cabin when the lightning struck the distance once more, the thunder growling after it. Nothing much more of note except the black flimsy curtains that were stretched between two bars on either side of the windows. Passengers could pull them open or closed depending on their opinion about the rain. She left them open, she loved storms.
Between the gentle pattering of raindrops pelting the thin metal roof and sides, the window, and the rocking of the whole horse-drawn carriage as it crawled over exposed roots in the forest Ash felt herself being lulled to sleep. It didn't help that she had nothing to do other than listen to the rain and the clicking of metal or lashing of leather. Slowly but surely her body began to relax and her mind drifted into the darkness of slumber.
Hours passed.
"W... a... ...wake up!"
"...w-were not alone..."
"...w-were not alone..."
Ash jolted up sharply, the voice she heard had been faint but loud enough to alert her to something. She sat up as she looked around the cabin, finding nothing to be alarmed of and yet she breathed a little harder. The demoness sat back up, trying to find the source of the noise. Her ears could hear the rain still pelting the moving room as she continued to float on the endless sea of undetermined destination.
As if the world around her wanted to help, the lightning flashed from the opposite side of the carriage this time - hinting that the heart of the storm has already passed over them - and lit up the small space. When it did, a figure was sitting opposite of her, watching her sleep.
It was a brief moment, but Ash had taken in every detail. The body was huge, too large for this cabin to hold and yet it contained the figure comfortably enough. It hunched over and the bone white mask that was its face had been no more than a foot and a half away from her's. The depths of darkness that its eyes were reminded Ash of a quote she'd read about staring into the abyss.
Startled but not shaken, Ash adjusts so that her back pressed into the cushion of the back seat. "Hello." She croaked with a voice that was tired.
The figure, which looked as vague as the faces in the fog, just stared deeper into her soul.
"I didn't know we stopped for another guest, when did you get in?" Ash asked she was very aware that she was a heavy sleeper but surely she'd have felt the carriage's exaggerated movements of someone so large climbing in.
Her words again were met with silence.
"Oh... Kay." Her eyebrow quirked. "Are you the one that spoke to me?"
Nothing still.
Ash felt her face relax into resting bitch face while she became annoyed with him. She just rolled her blind looking eyes and turned away. She leaned to the far left to watch the storm. Maybe if she stared long enough she'd fall back to sleep.
"yoU ArE nOT wROthy oF MaStERs tiiiiiiiiME." It was a choir of different voices that spoke to Ash finally. She heard the high pitches of women and the low tones of men, the innocent lisps of children, and the sore throats of the elderly who strained to be heard. "Nor arE YoU worTHy of MAsteRS affECtIoN. FeMale yOU May BE, buT gENTle yoU aRe noT..." The voices that made of the messenger's combined one moment and seperated completely the next. Some sang some cried, some moaned, and other's growled. It was unsettling and perhaps would scare a lot of other people.
"I never claimed to be gentle," Ash responded, turning her head to face her accuser.
"ThEn whY 'aVE YoU travELED thiS faR?" The voices continued to swim and rotate. Never did any of them sound the same, just similar in a group fashion.
"I was picked up by the driver." Ash's voice was flat, not entertaining this much longer.
The figure adjusted in its seat. "ThE drIvEr waS MEanT tO piCK up a FaIR laDY for OuR maStER's danCe."
"To be fair to your driver, I'm probably the only 'lady' in the area," Ash responded dryly. "Fair or not."
She could hear the creature sigh a billion sighs.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
Erik Vrell : Ash has a 'love' fourth dimensional shape
Erik Vrell : As in its wide and unfathomable for us mere mortals