Post by Libitine on Sept 1, 2007 23:34:06 GMT 9.5
La Terre des Dieux - The Land of the gods
The sky was grey like the sky that cloaked the land in winter. But there was no snow. No sun or moon. And no stars. The missing stars were the only thing she took notice of. She was made from the dust of stars; molded perfectly from them with porcelain skin and sparkling eyes to compliment their brilliance. She had never been to a land without stars. It unnerved her and she hugged herself as she shivered, feeling a cold gust of wind.
Her eyes scanned the landscape, if you can call rocks and dead trees landscape. The land itself was flat, in an odd, unnatural way. There wasn’t a drop of water in sight and the looming clouds didn’t present any rain. She hated being the first to arrive here.
“Where are you?” She hissed, scanning the landscape for them. She wasn’t going to wait forever. Her siblings were know for their tardy behavior, and it irritated her to the ends of the earth; if there was an earth. That’s why they were meeting, to mold a world.
The rocks she was standing on began to move, collecting themselves. She tried to step back without tripping, but that failed her and she fell backward, stepping on her cape the wrong way. The rocks pulled themselves together until a man stood, newly formed from them. “My Lady Maeb.” He said, using the formal pronunciation of her name. Mab smirked up at him, her eyes narrowing at his failure to help him up. “Why so formal brother?” She growled in response. The Mountain King laughed and extended his hand to her, pulling her back into a standing position. “Really, Mab, it has been too long. What have you been up to?” Mab crossed her arms, irritated that the others hadn’t arrived yet. “Oh, I have kept myself busy. . .” She said, with that playful smirk still on her face. The Mountain King nodded and was about to reply, when there was a sudden downpour.
Mab looked to her side as the rain fell, not a drop of water daring to touch her. It was as if she had an invisible shield around her, and the water was merely deflected. The Mountain King, however, was soaked in an instant.
She hated the water, never having learned to swim either. There was just something about it that she hated. Mab couldn’t put her finger on what exactly and then she remembered; her sister.
A woman was made of the water, and when she stood fully formed, the rain stopped as abruptly as it started. Mab rolled her eyes. “You always knew how to make an entrance, sister dear.” She sneered. The Lady of the Lake smiled warmly at Mab. “It is good to see you too, Mab.” She said softly.
Mab looked her sister over. She had changed a lot since they had last seen each other. For one thing, Viviane’s golden hair had grown so it reached her shoulders, seeming to blend in with her golden dress. The dress itself was sown from fish scales and Mab thought she could point out a diamond or two. That would be just like her younger sister; taking Mab’s diamonds without asking. She had always taken Mab’s toys without asking.
They were so different, Mab and Viviane. Where Mab was dark, The Lady of the Lake was light. Where Viviane was soft, Mab was hard. But Mab was in no mood to worry about such petty thing. They had a job to do. This wasn’t a friendly family get together.
It was then Mab noted her own attire. Her hair was down, falling freely behind her back to her waist and pinned with barrettes shaped like stars, and encrusted with diamonds. Her jet black locks had been made to look like the night sky she so loved. Her dress was the lightest violet, almost white. It was off the shoulder, so she could show off her milky white skin to her siblings. The train was long, which was how she liked it, concealing her tiny fairy feet. The dress was layers upon layers of sheer material, giving it almost a translucent look. Her eyes matched her dress; reflecting shades of purple only the Queen of the Rocks and Gems could possess. Those same eyes were held captive by the black circles she painted around them. Mab’s lips were colored a light purple, almost too light to be noticed. When she smiled, perfect white teeth were revealed. She didn’t smile around these two though.
“Can’t we get this over with?” She snapped, growing impatient with her elder brother’s tardiness.
The other two didn’t reply, thinking it best not to anger her with whatever response they could give her. Loke was her favorite, and she was his. They got along best and the fact that he had left her with her two younger siblings made Mab furious. They were just so . . . droll.
“That’s it!” Mab whispered harshly. “I will just summon him. I can’t wait here any longer.”
A small flame appeared in her clutch and she flicked it too the earth. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the image of the flame in her head. The flame grew, to a startling height, and then a man stepped out from the red and orange blaze. His hair was red, like the fire itself and his eyes dark, as if fashioned from embers and ashes. He smiled at Mab was took her hand, gently kissing her skin in customary fashion. “There was no need to summon me, my Lady.” He said softly. Mab sighed impatiently. “You hadn’t yet come. I had to do something.” She snapped. Loke looked her up and down, and Mab shifted uncomfortably as he eyed her red ring. “Where did you get that?” He asked, gesturing towards her hand. Mab covered her ring with her other hand and shot Loke a fierce glare. “It was given to me,” She replied stiffly. “By the Lord of Winter.”
Loke nodded. As Bearer of Emotions, he knew how his little sister felt for the Lord of Winter. He could feel the passion she withheld for him, and he for her. It didn’t matter that Loke hated him. It didn’t matter that Loke thought Idath would hurt his sister; disappoint her. Mab seemed happiest around Idath, if anything could ever make her happy.
“Are you to be bound to him?” Loke asked softly.
Mab shrugged. “We haven’t decided yet.” She replied and then hastily added, “Not that it is any of your concern, brother.”
Loke stepped forward. “You are too young, Mab.” He said.
Mab stepped back, glaring at him. “I am seventeen.” She clarified. “I am old enough to do as I please and I am Queen.”
Loke sighed, her fierce emotions giving him a throbbing headache already. “I just want you to be caref--“
“You are not my father, Loke!” Mab snapped, her eyes darkening.
There was a pause, in which Mab and her brother stared at each other, Viviane and The Mountain King staring at them in return. Mab uncrossed her arms and roughly took Viviane’s hand and then the hand of her little brother. “Well,” She said, nodding at Loke. “Let’s get this over with.”
The sky was grey like the sky that cloaked the land in winter. But there was no snow. No sun or moon. And no stars. The missing stars were the only thing she took notice of. She was made from the dust of stars; molded perfectly from them with porcelain skin and sparkling eyes to compliment their brilliance. She had never been to a land without stars. It unnerved her and she hugged herself as she shivered, feeling a cold gust of wind.
Her eyes scanned the landscape, if you can call rocks and dead trees landscape. The land itself was flat, in an odd, unnatural way. There wasn’t a drop of water in sight and the looming clouds didn’t present any rain. She hated being the first to arrive here.
“Where are you?” She hissed, scanning the landscape for them. She wasn’t going to wait forever. Her siblings were know for their tardy behavior, and it irritated her to the ends of the earth; if there was an earth. That’s why they were meeting, to mold a world.
The rocks she was standing on began to move, collecting themselves. She tried to step back without tripping, but that failed her and she fell backward, stepping on her cape the wrong way. The rocks pulled themselves together until a man stood, newly formed from them. “My Lady Maeb.” He said, using the formal pronunciation of her name. Mab smirked up at him, her eyes narrowing at his failure to help him up. “Why so formal brother?” She growled in response. The Mountain King laughed and extended his hand to her, pulling her back into a standing position. “Really, Mab, it has been too long. What have you been up to?” Mab crossed her arms, irritated that the others hadn’t arrived yet. “Oh, I have kept myself busy. . .” She said, with that playful smirk still on her face. The Mountain King nodded and was about to reply, when there was a sudden downpour.
Mab looked to her side as the rain fell, not a drop of water daring to touch her. It was as if she had an invisible shield around her, and the water was merely deflected. The Mountain King, however, was soaked in an instant.
She hated the water, never having learned to swim either. There was just something about it that she hated. Mab couldn’t put her finger on what exactly and then she remembered; her sister.
A woman was made of the water, and when she stood fully formed, the rain stopped as abruptly as it started. Mab rolled her eyes. “You always knew how to make an entrance, sister dear.” She sneered. The Lady of the Lake smiled warmly at Mab. “It is good to see you too, Mab.” She said softly.
Mab looked her sister over. She had changed a lot since they had last seen each other. For one thing, Viviane’s golden hair had grown so it reached her shoulders, seeming to blend in with her golden dress. The dress itself was sown from fish scales and Mab thought she could point out a diamond or two. That would be just like her younger sister; taking Mab’s diamonds without asking. She had always taken Mab’s toys without asking.
They were so different, Mab and Viviane. Where Mab was dark, The Lady of the Lake was light. Where Viviane was soft, Mab was hard. But Mab was in no mood to worry about such petty thing. They had a job to do. This wasn’t a friendly family get together.
It was then Mab noted her own attire. Her hair was down, falling freely behind her back to her waist and pinned with barrettes shaped like stars, and encrusted with diamonds. Her jet black locks had been made to look like the night sky she so loved. Her dress was the lightest violet, almost white. It was off the shoulder, so she could show off her milky white skin to her siblings. The train was long, which was how she liked it, concealing her tiny fairy feet. The dress was layers upon layers of sheer material, giving it almost a translucent look. Her eyes matched her dress; reflecting shades of purple only the Queen of the Rocks and Gems could possess. Those same eyes were held captive by the black circles she painted around them. Mab’s lips were colored a light purple, almost too light to be noticed. When she smiled, perfect white teeth were revealed. She didn’t smile around these two though.
“Can’t we get this over with?” She snapped, growing impatient with her elder brother’s tardiness.
The other two didn’t reply, thinking it best not to anger her with whatever response they could give her. Loke was her favorite, and she was his. They got along best and the fact that he had left her with her two younger siblings made Mab furious. They were just so . . . droll.
“That’s it!” Mab whispered harshly. “I will just summon him. I can’t wait here any longer.”
A small flame appeared in her clutch and she flicked it too the earth. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the image of the flame in her head. The flame grew, to a startling height, and then a man stepped out from the red and orange blaze. His hair was red, like the fire itself and his eyes dark, as if fashioned from embers and ashes. He smiled at Mab was took her hand, gently kissing her skin in customary fashion. “There was no need to summon me, my Lady.” He said softly. Mab sighed impatiently. “You hadn’t yet come. I had to do something.” She snapped. Loke looked her up and down, and Mab shifted uncomfortably as he eyed her red ring. “Where did you get that?” He asked, gesturing towards her hand. Mab covered her ring with her other hand and shot Loke a fierce glare. “It was given to me,” She replied stiffly. “By the Lord of Winter.”
Loke nodded. As Bearer of Emotions, he knew how his little sister felt for the Lord of Winter. He could feel the passion she withheld for him, and he for her. It didn’t matter that Loke hated him. It didn’t matter that Loke thought Idath would hurt his sister; disappoint her. Mab seemed happiest around Idath, if anything could ever make her happy.
“Are you to be bound to him?” Loke asked softly.
Mab shrugged. “We haven’t decided yet.” She replied and then hastily added, “Not that it is any of your concern, brother.”
Loke stepped forward. “You are too young, Mab.” He said.
Mab stepped back, glaring at him. “I am seventeen.” She clarified. “I am old enough to do as I please and I am Queen.”
Loke sighed, her fierce emotions giving him a throbbing headache already. “I just want you to be caref--“
“You are not my father, Loke!” Mab snapped, her eyes darkening.
There was a pause, in which Mab and her brother stared at each other, Viviane and The Mountain King staring at them in return. Mab uncrossed her arms and roughly took Viviane’s hand and then the hand of her little brother. “Well,” She said, nodding at Loke. “Let’s get this over with.”
