Post by Paxx on Nov 14, 2011 0:29:47 GMT -5
There was silence all along the castle. The deep thick halls which were normally swamped with felines were empty, and hollow. The usual sounds of howls and hisses had gone silent. The sound of movement had fallen on deaf ears. Heat burned from the torches that hung from their mounted positions on the walls. The fire burning endlessly through the quiet night. Many of the felines were nocturnal animals, which lead to the dark feeling that possessed the castle; there was no one around. For such active creatures while the moon was in swing, it was strange to see no one around. The ki ndgom of the felines was for once quiet, and some what peaceful.
The eery feeling of ghosts and spirits were full in the castle on this night, and the oracle would be the only one to know where these high figures were.
The sleeping silence that slinked through the castle remained unbroken as a slick creeping creature slipped its way through the castle halls and rooms. The white and Grey fur that moved with every step was light with the torches on the wall. Each step was carefully planned to avoid the waking or detection by any other species that roamed about the castle at the late hours against the moon.
Padded paws touched the ground so carefully they did not make a sound. The creature kept itself close to the ground, the belly nearly touching the floor, slipping its way across the floor as if gliding. Ears against the head flipped to the side to detect any noise. Not looking back the figure slipped its way in and out of hall ways, heading to one location.
Up and up through the castle it climbed, climbed higher and higher. The creature seemed to follow the shadows. the shadows were constantly moving as the figure did, casting themselves up and over objects, as if hiding from the creature. The dark shadow that was casted by the figure followed quickly behind its being, not wanting to be lost in the dense castle.
The being finally reached a large room, positioned high in a tower located farther away from the main castle, where less cats seemed to venture with their own will. This part of the castle was dark, and rightfully so.
the spirits were always said to sleep here. Sleeping until awoken by the oracle, only to rarely show themselves. The felines often kept their distance from this part of the castle, knowing it was not their place to venture close to this area.
The feline which possessed the courage to come to this holy place pushed the door open to reveal a room.
the room was hollow, wide, large, and empty,but filled to the brim with visions, spirits, and dark magic. The room was simple. A large window placed in the wall, leading to a deck, positioned right under the full moon that hung in the night.
Inside the room was the scent of lavender burning at the root in a thick vase against the wall. Books were flooded in the room across the bookshelves that lined the wall. Above the bookshelves were figures, figures of felines from the past, that possessed sleeping spirits and ghosts.
The ceiling of the room was something of difference. There appeared to be no ceiling, as it was transparent to the hard rock that formed the ceiling. Some kind of thick dark magic was tightened around the ceiling to create the affect that there was no ceiling, to show the stars and galaxies above them, making the room feel even larger than it was.
There were plenty of shelves that were scattered around the room that held all kinds of dark objects that lended themselves to the use of voodoo and dark mysterious uses.
This was a home to the oracle, a feline of the name; Paxx.
Paxx was the current oracle to the felines, newly welcomed to her position, she easily found this place home.
Inside the room Paxx was filled with the strength she felt no where else as spirits and magic was ever present, which she could feel.
There was a reason she was here, and those were reasons of her own. she was not sent for any mission, or deed, she was here for the purpose of her own enjoyment.She twitched her ears. The feeling of being so close to spirits and shadows made her content. Her night vision was so excellent that the need of light inside the room was not needed. The only other creature allowed in this room was the cheif, but he was no where to be seen, so she decided to do her work in private. She assumed he was off hunting, it was what the spirits wanted him to do after all; she assumed.
the spirits seemed to talk to her, they wanted her to let them free, they wanted to be let loose, they needed to stretch their legs and be let free.
The felines ears began to twitch, releasing energy and filling her body with what seemed to be ghosts themselves.
Energy flowed through the felines veins, pumping blood along with spirits. Paxx's fur seemed to lift itself as she chanted words that only spirits and ghosts could understand; she had been trained well.
It did not take much energy to let the spirits out, as light filled the room, sparking light of different colors through the room as the spirits danced circles around the hollow room.
The spirits were like captive animals, every now and then they needed to be taken for a walk, which was, after all, paxx's job.
Paxx watched as the spirits flooded the room, dividing it into clutches of color and sparks. But it was short lived. A second in the mortal world was a life time to the spirits, they needed but a brief moment to recapture what life was like to return back to their spiritual resting place.
With a wave of the paw and a twitch of the ear, it was done. The room was black once again, dead with silence.
Paxx laid herself down onto the cold floor and swept her tail against her body. With a flick of the ear the dead torch against the wall was alight with fire. She flickered her ears back and forth as an ancient book came her way from the bookshelf to her left. The book fell to the floor and opened to a page within a second.
Paxx licked her paw as she read along with the woods against the ancient books pages, which were written in a language that only the spiritually touched could read.
This was how the oracle spent her nights.
However this one was different, it felt different, as if the spirits wanted to tell her something. as if something was going to happen.
Her ears began to twitch.
The eery feeling of ghosts and spirits were full in the castle on this night, and the oracle would be the only one to know where these high figures were.
The sleeping silence that slinked through the castle remained unbroken as a slick creeping creature slipped its way through the castle halls and rooms. The white and Grey fur that moved with every step was light with the torches on the wall. Each step was carefully planned to avoid the waking or detection by any other species that roamed about the castle at the late hours against the moon.
Padded paws touched the ground so carefully they did not make a sound. The creature kept itself close to the ground, the belly nearly touching the floor, slipping its way across the floor as if gliding. Ears against the head flipped to the side to detect any noise. Not looking back the figure slipped its way in and out of hall ways, heading to one location.
Up and up through the castle it climbed, climbed higher and higher. The creature seemed to follow the shadows. the shadows were constantly moving as the figure did, casting themselves up and over objects, as if hiding from the creature. The dark shadow that was casted by the figure followed quickly behind its being, not wanting to be lost in the dense castle.
The being finally reached a large room, positioned high in a tower located farther away from the main castle, where less cats seemed to venture with their own will. This part of the castle was dark, and rightfully so.
the spirits were always said to sleep here. Sleeping until awoken by the oracle, only to rarely show themselves. The felines often kept their distance from this part of the castle, knowing it was not their place to venture close to this area.
The feline which possessed the courage to come to this holy place pushed the door open to reveal a room.
the room was hollow, wide, large, and empty,but filled to the brim with visions, spirits, and dark magic. The room was simple. A large window placed in the wall, leading to a deck, positioned right under the full moon that hung in the night.
Inside the room was the scent of lavender burning at the root in a thick vase against the wall. Books were flooded in the room across the bookshelves that lined the wall. Above the bookshelves were figures, figures of felines from the past, that possessed sleeping spirits and ghosts.
The ceiling of the room was something of difference. There appeared to be no ceiling, as it was transparent to the hard rock that formed the ceiling. Some kind of thick dark magic was tightened around the ceiling to create the affect that there was no ceiling, to show the stars and galaxies above them, making the room feel even larger than it was.
There were plenty of shelves that were scattered around the room that held all kinds of dark objects that lended themselves to the use of voodoo and dark mysterious uses.
This was a home to the oracle, a feline of the name; Paxx.
Paxx was the current oracle to the felines, newly welcomed to her position, she easily found this place home.
Inside the room Paxx was filled with the strength she felt no where else as spirits and magic was ever present, which she could feel.
There was a reason she was here, and those were reasons of her own. she was not sent for any mission, or deed, she was here for the purpose of her own enjoyment.She twitched her ears. The feeling of being so close to spirits and shadows made her content. Her night vision was so excellent that the need of light inside the room was not needed. The only other creature allowed in this room was the cheif, but he was no where to be seen, so she decided to do her work in private. She assumed he was off hunting, it was what the spirits wanted him to do after all; she assumed.
the spirits seemed to talk to her, they wanted her to let them free, they wanted to be let loose, they needed to stretch their legs and be let free.
The felines ears began to twitch, releasing energy and filling her body with what seemed to be ghosts themselves.
Energy flowed through the felines veins, pumping blood along with spirits. Paxx's fur seemed to lift itself as she chanted words that only spirits and ghosts could understand; she had been trained well.
It did not take much energy to let the spirits out, as light filled the room, sparking light of different colors through the room as the spirits danced circles around the hollow room.
The spirits were like captive animals, every now and then they needed to be taken for a walk, which was, after all, paxx's job.
Paxx watched as the spirits flooded the room, dividing it into clutches of color and sparks. But it was short lived. A second in the mortal world was a life time to the spirits, they needed but a brief moment to recapture what life was like to return back to their spiritual resting place.
With a wave of the paw and a twitch of the ear, it was done. The room was black once again, dead with silence.
Paxx laid herself down onto the cold floor and swept her tail against her body. With a flick of the ear the dead torch against the wall was alight with fire. She flickered her ears back and forth as an ancient book came her way from the bookshelf to her left. The book fell to the floor and opened to a page within a second.
Paxx licked her paw as she read along with the woods against the ancient books pages, which were written in a language that only the spiritually touched could read.
This was how the oracle spent her nights.
However this one was different, it felt different, as if the spirits wanted to tell her something. as if something was going to happen.
Her ears began to twitch.
