Post by Kale on Nov 24, 2005 11:38:01 GMT -5
Scatter in Beauty
Dingy tones of nuetral coloration enshrouded the steel walls of the vast chamber. No illumination filtered in from any corner of the gloomy cavity. No light, save for a pale azure-viridian beacon that radiated outwards from an ample orb. The orb seemed to be poised between bunches of grim wires that projected from the ceiling, puncutring the slim film that covered the sphere and attatching to the murky looking creature within the somber liquid that filled the containment sphere. Residing at equivelant intervals along the curved wall that bordered the hindmost curve of the sphere were large, slim containers filled completley with blossoms. Cobalt and Onyx blossoms, to be exact. And that's the order they went in. Cobalt. Onyx. Cobalt. Onyx.
From these containment objects, thick gungy tubes pumped a sort of solution from a small orb above each tank into the large containment sphere. Life. Life that was being fed to the central spherical container in the form of a hybridized liquidated form of flower blossoms.
Irises, blacker than tar. And Roses, blue as the deepest oceans.
The food had been sufficient enough to keep the boy, if one could call it that, alive for years now. And would do so for years to come. The technology of Gods far surpassed that of man. If a mortal man had tried to create such a being, they woulod surley and simply fail all together. They did not hold, and could not aquire the level of intellect that was held by such higher celestial beings as Gods.
The sound of vaporus footsteps perforated the dead air of the chamber. Developing from the drabness came two outlines that stood out amongst the shadows with their luminous property. The illumination grew bright, out-shining the meek glow of the sphere. One out the luminous outlines was much larger in volume that the other, and held a more godly shine. The smaller outline had a more radiant and joyful glow, like a burning little firefly, and it seemed to hide it'self behind the larger in a shy manner.
The outlines began to take more shape, hair, faces, eyes, bodies. Soon the outlines had become solid forms, standing before the giant orb and gazing into it's murky depths. The smaller with amazment, the larger with satisfaction.
"Is it not amazing, Azriel? Kept alive by the very thing that he was created from. Flowers. Irises and Roses." Eyes, marked with the normal colors of a blooming Iris, gleamed with pleasure. "But not just any Irises or Roses," His speech continued on, with the tone of a scientist revealing the discovery of a life changing object. Pale whitish grey hair fell freely to the floor, sweeping back and forth as the God paced elegantly across the floor of the chamber, gazing upon one of the large containers of onyx blossoms. Raising one pale hand, long fingernails slid gently down the glass of the container, eyes still sparkling with glee. The God's body was covered in long robes of sparklig white, vines of deep green weaving their way up the sleeves of the robes. Concealing the Gods face was a mask, like those that one would wear to a Mascarade Ball. The body of the mask was made of leaes, picked in the deepest summer heat to give them the most profound green color imaginable. The mask, on each side, ended in three sharp points, made of light grey brook stones. From these stone points hung down springy green vines, with tiny leaves still attatched the the slim green shoots. Zieke, the god of Roses and Irises, continued on. "Roses, of the deepest azure, which carry the meaning of mystery. And Irises, black as night, holding the meanings of wisdom, valor, faith, hope," He circled around to another one of the containment tubes, "But also sorrow, and passion..." His words faded out as he continued spreading his marvelous knowledge to ears that could not hear them.
As Zieke spoke, Azriel, the small Goddess of Lillies and Sakura Blossoms, had her attention fully on the contaiment sphere. Slowly she moved ever closer to it's form, eyes still sparkling with stark amazment. How could this be? A boy, created from flowers? Impossible! And yet there he was, just beyond the slim glass-like film that kept the murky waters within in sphere. There, right before her own eyes, in a perpetual sort of sleep that he could never be woken from. Or, would never, rather. Zieke, Azriel thought with a slight bit of animosity, would only keep him in there and perform twisted experiments. See how much this boy's body could take before it would give out. Then, gathering the information he had learned, go about to create another, without the weaknesses of this one. This one. It seemed a terrible thing, she thought, only to call him 'This One'. For all she knew, he could be the one. The one and only success Zieke would have. Unlike the others....
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That all of Lebriu's story that I have right now. I'm being lazy, and I have other things to work on >-< That's just the start of it, sorta like a first chapter, I guess, just to set something about him straight.
There are ALOT of big words in there, I know. *pets Thesaurus.com* ^-^ I suggest having one ready when trying to ready it xD
Dingy tones of nuetral coloration enshrouded the steel walls of the vast chamber. No illumination filtered in from any corner of the gloomy cavity. No light, save for a pale azure-viridian beacon that radiated outwards from an ample orb. The orb seemed to be poised between bunches of grim wires that projected from the ceiling, puncutring the slim film that covered the sphere and attatching to the murky looking creature within the somber liquid that filled the containment sphere. Residing at equivelant intervals along the curved wall that bordered the hindmost curve of the sphere were large, slim containers filled completley with blossoms. Cobalt and Onyx blossoms, to be exact. And that's the order they went in. Cobalt. Onyx. Cobalt. Onyx.
From these containment objects, thick gungy tubes pumped a sort of solution from a small orb above each tank into the large containment sphere. Life. Life that was being fed to the central spherical container in the form of a hybridized liquidated form of flower blossoms.
Irises, blacker than tar. And Roses, blue as the deepest oceans.
The food had been sufficient enough to keep the boy, if one could call it that, alive for years now. And would do so for years to come. The technology of Gods far surpassed that of man. If a mortal man had tried to create such a being, they woulod surley and simply fail all together. They did not hold, and could not aquire the level of intellect that was held by such higher celestial beings as Gods.
The sound of vaporus footsteps perforated the dead air of the chamber. Developing from the drabness came two outlines that stood out amongst the shadows with their luminous property. The illumination grew bright, out-shining the meek glow of the sphere. One out the luminous outlines was much larger in volume that the other, and held a more godly shine. The smaller outline had a more radiant and joyful glow, like a burning little firefly, and it seemed to hide it'self behind the larger in a shy manner.
The outlines began to take more shape, hair, faces, eyes, bodies. Soon the outlines had become solid forms, standing before the giant orb and gazing into it's murky depths. The smaller with amazment, the larger with satisfaction.
"Is it not amazing, Azriel? Kept alive by the very thing that he was created from. Flowers. Irises and Roses." Eyes, marked with the normal colors of a blooming Iris, gleamed with pleasure. "But not just any Irises or Roses," His speech continued on, with the tone of a scientist revealing the discovery of a life changing object. Pale whitish grey hair fell freely to the floor, sweeping back and forth as the God paced elegantly across the floor of the chamber, gazing upon one of the large containers of onyx blossoms. Raising one pale hand, long fingernails slid gently down the glass of the container, eyes still sparkling with glee. The God's body was covered in long robes of sparklig white, vines of deep green weaving their way up the sleeves of the robes. Concealing the Gods face was a mask, like those that one would wear to a Mascarade Ball. The body of the mask was made of leaes, picked in the deepest summer heat to give them the most profound green color imaginable. The mask, on each side, ended in three sharp points, made of light grey brook stones. From these stone points hung down springy green vines, with tiny leaves still attatched the the slim green shoots. Zieke, the god of Roses and Irises, continued on. "Roses, of the deepest azure, which carry the meaning of mystery. And Irises, black as night, holding the meanings of wisdom, valor, faith, hope," He circled around to another one of the containment tubes, "But also sorrow, and passion..." His words faded out as he continued spreading his marvelous knowledge to ears that could not hear them.
As Zieke spoke, Azriel, the small Goddess of Lillies and Sakura Blossoms, had her attention fully on the contaiment sphere. Slowly she moved ever closer to it's form, eyes still sparkling with stark amazment. How could this be? A boy, created from flowers? Impossible! And yet there he was, just beyond the slim glass-like film that kept the murky waters within in sphere. There, right before her own eyes, in a perpetual sort of sleep that he could never be woken from. Or, would never, rather. Zieke, Azriel thought with a slight bit of animosity, would only keep him in there and perform twisted experiments. See how much this boy's body could take before it would give out. Then, gathering the information he had learned, go about to create another, without the weaknesses of this one. This one. It seemed a terrible thing, she thought, only to call him 'This One'. For all she knew, he could be the one. The one and only success Zieke would have. Unlike the others....
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That all of Lebriu's story that I have right now. I'm being lazy, and I have other things to work on >-< That's just the start of it, sorta like a first chapter, I guess, just to set something about him straight.
There are ALOT of big words in there, I know. *pets Thesaurus.com* ^-^ I suggest having one ready when trying to ready it xD
