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TOPIC: The Eyes of a Goddess

Sister of Stone

Soeur de Pierre

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Date: Aug 7, 2008

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You can offer a man the world, and he could still turn you down. Scared, is a word that Aurora used thinking of the dark haired man. Long lashes hovered close to the curves of her cheeks. A natural beauty she was. Her figure a sensual curve that most french models envied. Chin tilted a little higher. Steely gray nails wrapped more of the thick fabric of the heavy curtains in her digits. The scene playing out before her eyes on the glass of the window. The scenery, although beautiful, was wasted on Aurora. This place would never be their home. There was a true part of her soul missing. It was connected with the country she had been forced to move away from. The movie played in her mind, eyes blindly seeing the actions on the window glass. The meeting with this man and his so called doll. The plane ride from France to here. This humid city. The culture was lost to Aurora. A part of her did not want to dive into books, or know what history this land held. She was of an old clan. Nearly the last of her kind. If they didn't find more... was to be come of their race? Throwing the curtain across the window; the rings above scrapped across the pole angrily. A woosh of Chanel skirts heading from the window to the middle of the room. Hands pushed at the silken blouse tossing it off the lithe form. La Perla bra followed the silk shirt on the bed. Chanel shirt slipped from those long legs pooling around her Jimmy Chu black stiletto heels. Stepping out of the pool of expensive fabric to stomp her way to the bathroom. Hands gripping the sink staring into her eyes. They shimmered before her sight. The colors a kaleidoscope of black to a shimmering silvery coat around her noir pupils. Aurora turned from her reflection, to the closet in her room. Pushing the doors with little force, the clothes moved on the hangers with the gust of wind her actions had caused. Dress, of all labels hung on those wooden hangers the hotels always provided. Aurora had to call room service for more. They brought her and Caine plenty of hangers. For the price of these small little rooms, they treated the siblings like royalty. Better than Paris had for those last few months. Grabbing a plain, no label dress from a hanger it shimmied over her form. The shoes matched, the accessories had to be removed. No metal should touch her body for what she was going to do. the sound of gold and metallics hit the bed in secession. Looking to the window once more. One hand lifted pushing the curtain aside, the window followed. Aurora walked a few feet backwards to get a good running start. Once she had the space and speed, her body moved in a perfect sprint. One hand grabbing the ledge of the window and throwing herself out into the world. They were above Hawaii in the penthouse suit. The very top of the Aqua hotel. The fall felt good. Wind beating at Aurora's face. The sun hit the horizon bathing the world in vibrant of reds, golds and the everlasting blues and purples. In that instant wings sprouted from Aurora's back. Ripping from her flesh with a spray of blood and liquids that made those leathery wings smooth. They caught the wind gliding her across the city. Arms hung limply at her sides.Eyes closed as she swayed on the wind, moving through the city's sky. Her mind was awake to the city below. Searching with her soul for a source. A calling of the land. Every place had one. Where the earth slept. Where the magics rested, untapped and waiting. Welcoming those who could find it. A flap of her leathery wings. Wings that span almost ten feet at either side of her. Brown in color. Hooks at the very tops of those shoulder pieces. If Aurora wanted she could so easily cast her wings like a leather cape across her own shoulders. Unlike the myth revolving around her species. She did not turn to stone. The sun only affected her form. When it rose at it's peek she would loose her wings and return to a more 'normal' form of being. Being able to pass as human, though she would never be human. The call came. It was almost like her soul pulled with it. Eyes opened searching visually for the source that her soul felt pulled to. It was the only way to explain such a thing. Circling around an old church. Visions filled passed her eyes, playing a reel that Aurora never seen before. This was not her home, and now, here by this church this supposed place of worship is what was calling her home. It screamed 'protect me, protect us.' No matter how hard or what denial one told oneself, a true calling, a true purpose would never be quiet; would never be denied. Wings folded along her body, giving her a chance to get closer to the ground. Once she was a few feet above the gates, the wings moved on their own, upwards flapping lightly to steady her heels so she could touch down on the solid of the ground. A few gasps touching Aurora's ears. The whisper of 'demon.' crossed a man's mouth. Long lashes folded down over her eyes, taking in a deep breath, she turned to show those whispering humans her full features. From her hairline thick copper colored horns curled over her head, the tips circled her ears. Bright hematite colored hues stared out from the almond shapes of her eyes. Hands rested at her side, hands and nails like talons. Those were the least of her disfigurations. A tail the same leathery color of her wings swayed above the street. Aurora allowed them to get a good enough look at her form. She did not hide what she was. There had been enough talk in Paris of gargoyles. Why else did they believe the Norte Dame was so carefully guarded? The priest and pigeons that called it home? Never. It had been her brother and herself. Aurora was attached to Churches. Old beautiful glass stained Churches. Wings expanded to give the small crowd something else to gasp about. Those leathery bat like wings folded, and the hooks landed upon her shoulders, creating a mock cape as she turned to walk inside the cathedral. Within the establishment of worship, a peace did flood over Aurora's soul. A peace that she felt as she walked along the pews. Talon hand hovering, as her tail did, the wooden planks that made up the seating of this cathedral. Eyes shut once more, feeling for the source. Searching. Exiting the building she would walk along the markers of graves. And then, underneath a statute of an angel the earth screamed in a banshee call. The power rocked her form. Bowing her back with a sigh of release. Wings unfolded breaking free and allowing that power to bathe her form. Across the seas, the chains that held her place in Paris broke. Shattering in dust and golden light. Whoever was there would feel a hush come over the church and soon, nothing. Knees wobbled, collapsing to the ground beneath her. Talons would catch her fall. Fingers digging past the grass and soil. Coating her hands and digits in the earth. New chains were forming, binding herself to this place. To this country. As she did, she collected the information the earth provided her. It feed her of its sorrow, of its happiness, of the inhabitants of this land. Showering Aurora in information. With this information. With this connection, and magics. There was something else brewing as the sun faded into nothing and the moon was showing her brilliance to the world. Something else awoke in this place. Something she felt only once ever. It tasted of Marcus. Though stronger, more powerful, commanding. The face of a Goddess flashed in Aurora's mind, with it the eyes of Lapis Lazuli. -- Edited by Ariadne on Friday 22nd of May 2009 01:10:38 AM __________________

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