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Elflady
Guest
Original poster
On the night of the spring equinox the moon stood high in the sky, in it's fullest stage it seemed bigger and brighter than ever, lighting up tendrils of fog that sneaked across the grass and snaked around the graves. The air was fresh and crisp with the peculiar scent of night that Ashley had always loved, even before the change. This night however he had neither time nor interest in the beautiful night, moving purposefully between graves until he reached his destination. Tonight not even hunger could have distracted him had he not fed before coming here, his task was too important, and selfish.
He had long before decided that this particular mausoleum would be perfect, the irony of sleeping in a coffin was blatantly obvious to him but it was a place he could almost guarantee would never be torn down or disturbed. Forcing the heavy door open without much problem Ashley put the things he'd carried with him on a wide gravestone, vials and pouches looking both old and unhealthy.
It wasn't objects that was easy to get a hold off and many were dangerous for both humans and night creatures alike, some even spell bound by witches. Staring at the objects Ashley gave a sigh, this was not something he looked forward to but he was not a witch and so he had to make do with a potion instead. Under the hanging moon he started mixing everything into one vial, working tirelessly without as much as shiver in the chilly air.
When done he threw what was left in a corner of the mausoleum, outside he looked out across the graveyard, it was hard to give up such a world for endless sleep. Closing his dark brown eyes pictures flew across his mind, as vivid as if it were still real, if only he stretched out a hand he could grasp the past and bring it back. Snapping his eyes open Ashley shook his head, pulling a hand through his dark hair, dreaming about what were was not like him.
Grabbing the vial he went back inside, pulling close the thick stone door behind him, closing off the light source although to him it was more like early dusk. Pushing the lid off of a coffin he unceremoniously discarded the bones, throwing them into a corner. He may spend an eternity asleep but he didn't want to spend it lying on a heap of old bones.
Without giving himself too much time to think he grabbed the vial and emptied it, the bitter taste staining his mouth. First it seemed his worries were unfounded, then the pain hit him, coursing through his body, sending him to his knees even with his dulled sense of pain. The liquid felt like it was searing a hole through his abdomen, sweat broke out across his forehead and his limbs trembled. After what seemed like a forever the pain slowly subsided somewhat, Ashley reached up and grabbed the edge of the coffin, pulling himself up and into the stone casket.
His mind was already being dragged into darkness, a haze crossed over his senses and for the first time in years he remembered how it had been being human, half blind and deaf. As the poison dragged him into his cowardly sleep Ashley knew he'd succeeded, although there had been a moment where he'd honestly believed his body couldn't handle the bewitched potion. As his mind slowly went blank his thoughts went to the past as his will power dissolved.
He had long before decided that this particular mausoleum would be perfect, the irony of sleeping in a coffin was blatantly obvious to him but it was a place he could almost guarantee would never be torn down or disturbed. Forcing the heavy door open without much problem Ashley put the things he'd carried with him on a wide gravestone, vials and pouches looking both old and unhealthy.
It wasn't objects that was easy to get a hold off and many were dangerous for both humans and night creatures alike, some even spell bound by witches. Staring at the objects Ashley gave a sigh, this was not something he looked forward to but he was not a witch and so he had to make do with a potion instead. Under the hanging moon he started mixing everything into one vial, working tirelessly without as much as shiver in the chilly air.
When done he threw what was left in a corner of the mausoleum, outside he looked out across the graveyard, it was hard to give up such a world for endless sleep. Closing his dark brown eyes pictures flew across his mind, as vivid as if it were still real, if only he stretched out a hand he could grasp the past and bring it back. Snapping his eyes open Ashley shook his head, pulling a hand through his dark hair, dreaming about what were was not like him.
Grabbing the vial he went back inside, pulling close the thick stone door behind him, closing off the light source although to him it was more like early dusk. Pushing the lid off of a coffin he unceremoniously discarded the bones, throwing them into a corner. He may spend an eternity asleep but he didn't want to spend it lying on a heap of old bones.
Without giving himself too much time to think he grabbed the vial and emptied it, the bitter taste staining his mouth. First it seemed his worries were unfounded, then the pain hit him, coursing through his body, sending him to his knees even with his dulled sense of pain. The liquid felt like it was searing a hole through his abdomen, sweat broke out across his forehead and his limbs trembled. After what seemed like a forever the pain slowly subsided somewhat, Ashley reached up and grabbed the edge of the coffin, pulling himself up and into the stone casket.
His mind was already being dragged into darkness, a haze crossed over his senses and for the first time in years he remembered how it had been being human, half blind and deaf. As the poison dragged him into his cowardly sleep Ashley knew he'd succeeded, although there had been a moment where he'd honestly believed his body couldn't handle the bewitched potion. As his mind slowly went blank his thoughts went to the past as his will power dissolved.