Thread: Le Sacre du Prince [Nosferatu & YellowSmoke]

Main cast Lilith Steele 17 Will Steele 21 Marilyn Chambers 16 As darkness crept over the Northern Mountains, an eerie silence stretched its limbs through the dense wood just outside of Wisborg. Even the birds of the night were strangely silent as Lilith's heavy black boots pressed upon the dry earth and carried her through the narrow vale where the trees all leaned together and canopied overhead, making the trodden trail seem like an ominous tunnel. It was an effect which the youth was quite fond of, particularly on nights as clear as tonight, when the pale moon cast its light on the small country town and could occasionally be glimpsed through the jagged branches above her. At 17, Lilith was fresh-faced and beautiful her flawless, sallow skin was offset by jet black hair which hung down to her breasts, and the blue of her eyes was so pale that they seemed to be made of glass. Despite the chill of the night, she wore a short, frilled black skirt and fishnet stockings with a hole in one thigh, and her slim, shapely torso was clad in a black tank top and a worn hoodie with thumb holes in the cuffs. She had grown up in Wisborg, and often liked to spend time out in the wilderness, where she felt most at home. Before her, the ground levelled out and the trees parted, giving way to the old town graveyard which she loved so much. She would have to bring Marilyn out here. . ... . Marilyn! Turn that racket down I'm going to sleep! You should too it's midnight and you've got school in the morning! As her father trundled off to bed, Marilyn Chambers rolled her green eyes and snatched up her headphones in one slender hand, and in a moment her room was silent. Candlelight cast flickering shadows upon the wall behind her as she settled back against her bed's headboard, and fast, atmospheric black metal sounded from the headphones which covered her ears. She was only 16, but already had made up her mind that the adult life her parents lived was nothing she'd ever take part in. Life was a dark and mysterious affair, and so it was darkness and mystery to which she devoted most of her time. Safe in the knowledge that Mr. and Mrs. Chambers had retired for the night, Marilyn slid open the top drawer of her night stand, lit some incense, and produced a half-smoked joint from which - once lit - she pulled heavily. Her fondness for the drug had been the cause of her being expelled from her previous school, so for the time-being she got stoned only in the privacy of her own gloomily-lit room. Her parents had uprooted her after her expulsion in late March, and by the beginning of the new school year, the family had relocated to Wisborg. School had begun a little less than three weeks ago, and Marilyn was settling in rather apathetically. She would remember today, however, as the first day she met Lilith Steele. Crossing her bare legs beneath her, the teenager plucked a crow's foot from atop her night stand and turned it over in her hands. Her hair - dark black with dyed red streaks - fell down in front of her face as she gazed at the limb, and once again inspected its curved talons, and the minute fragments of dirt which lay between the folds of hard skin. It's so pretty, she thought. I'll have to get Lilith something in return. . ... . Picking her way through unkempt tufts of grass and aged headstones, Lilith walked towards the north-eastern corner of the graveyard, where the imposing stone mausoleum of the town's founder, Anton Leavy, stood bathed in pale moonlight. While across town Marilyn was thinking of Lilith, so too was the young girl's pretty face playing on Lilith's mind. Will will be pleased, she thought to herself, smiling softly. Now where is he? He should be here already... Brother? Are you here?