Post by Charon Nachtweber on Dec 31, 2012 23:57:41 GMT -8
January 5th 9:03pm
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
All moved aside for what came into the corridors of the fabled wizard prison. Even the dementors whisped away for the monster that wore the chains like royal robes. His feet were shackled, his hands were bound behind his back, and a half mask covered his jaws. An unhealthy light shone in his eyes as he walked ahead of his guards. All had their wands drawn and all reeked of fear.
Beneath the mask, a smile stretched the insane prisoner's face. He was no true prisoner. In his mind, he had outlined several escape plans as he had traveled up the tower and into his own private suite. He was the emperor of the insane, and he was finally coming to his citadel of madness.
Roughly, he was forced into a seat. The darkness of the interrogation room was not dark at all for the prince of the night. Charon, again, grinned under the mask. His fingers flexed under their restraints, imagining all the things he could do to the stupid humans all around him.
"You...you mewling wretch! Pathetic pauper-prince of powerless people..."
A growling laugh rippled out of the insane, pale, homocidal figure. Cadaverous angles portruded from the Nosferatu as he stretched in his restraints. Elbows and shoulders, spine, neck, and knees shifted and gave brief impressions of some predatory insect. A praying mantis, perhaps, had the same angles and beautiful lethality that this other-being had. The Nosferatu Charon Nachtweber, even in chains, was the distilled essence of fear for all of his guards.
"You wanted me here, human. Talk! Tell me your whims and wishes...make a wish and die! Talk! Spill your fearful writhing maggot ridden guts to me and pray that I am merciful enough to consider even LOOKING at you!"
Hateful venom spewed from the insane creature as he targeted the man who had called him in, who had chained him, and who needed something from him.
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
All moved aside for what came into the corridors of the fabled wizard prison. Even the dementors whisped away for the monster that wore the chains like royal robes. His feet were shackled, his hands were bound behind his back, and a half mask covered his jaws. An unhealthy light shone in his eyes as he walked ahead of his guards. All had their wands drawn and all reeked of fear.
Beneath the mask, a smile stretched the insane prisoner's face. He was no true prisoner. In his mind, he had outlined several escape plans as he had traveled up the tower and into his own private suite. He was the emperor of the insane, and he was finally coming to his citadel of madness.
Roughly, he was forced into a seat. The darkness of the interrogation room was not dark at all for the prince of the night. Charon, again, grinned under the mask. His fingers flexed under their restraints, imagining all the things he could do to the stupid humans all around him.
"You...you mewling wretch! Pathetic pauper-prince of powerless people..."
A growling laugh rippled out of the insane, pale, homocidal figure. Cadaverous angles portruded from the Nosferatu as he stretched in his restraints. Elbows and shoulders, spine, neck, and knees shifted and gave brief impressions of some predatory insect. A praying mantis, perhaps, had the same angles and beautiful lethality that this other-being had. The Nosferatu Charon Nachtweber, even in chains, was the distilled essence of fear for all of his guards.
"You wanted me here, human. Talk! Tell me your whims and wishes...make a wish and die! Talk! Spill your fearful writhing maggot ridden guts to me and pray that I am merciful enough to consider even LOOKING at you!"
Hateful venom spewed from the insane creature as he targeted the man who had called him in, who had chained him, and who needed something from him.