Thread: Forgotten ; A HÃ«llvÃ«n series (Me/yoursoul)

All rights to this role play belong to the following O l l i x x x x x yoursoulisinmycloset A sigh escaped her lips. She put down the pen onto the folds of the paper before gazing over their contents. She lifted up the pen to scribble out something. Her pen lingered over the sheet of paper before she set the pen down next to it and shut the book. A diary. The cover was a picture of snow and snowflakes falling onto the trees and ground. In gold it had the word Diary scribbled in it. The gold thread put an x through the word and under it in gold thread was written Kiki. Snow ran her his fingers over the words, tracing them before locking up the diary and putting the key onto a necklace chain that had gold snowflakes on the gold chain. She put the gold chain around her neck, it was more of a choker. The once quiet apartment was full of laughter and giggles and complete silence. The digital clock over the refrigerator tooled 805a.m. Snow rested her back against the wall and stared down at her feet. A man sat at the table drinking coffee. The man was very tall and looked taller than little Snow while he was sitting down. He didn't look the least bit similar to her, though there was only a few indications that made him look slightly like her. His eyes where a deep dark green with a mixture of blue going through them, his eye brows were fairly round arched and his face was handsome. Full lips, thick short hair that was lengthier on top than on the bottom -it was put up in a sort of spiked manner- his skin was fairly tan and he looked quite elder than Snow. His nose was similar to Snow's, but not by much, and his lips were full like hers, maybe even fuller than hers. He ran his left hand through his hair messing it up as he took a sip of his black coffee. A gold ring shone in the lighting of the apartment. Thank you so much Sis. I don't know where I would have gone if you weren't at home. The male looked up, his eyes were glazed over with tears and he grinned at her. Snow smiled and nodded softly but she didn't put her eyes on him. Her eyes were flowing the small girl and boy dancing around her living room as they watched her flat screen t.v. We'll find her Koal. Don't fret over it. Just don't tell the kids that their mom's missing. Snow's voice was weak but Koal nodded. He swirled the coffee around, his eyes were blood shot. You can go back to sleep if you need it hun. Don't let me keep you up. Came Koal's deep soft voice. Snow jerked her head in his direction and she nodded her head lightly. I'll try. She mumbled. Unfortunately, Snow could not get back to sleep. She spent the day with Koal's kids, her niece and nephew Kathria and Dakr. She took them to work with her modeling. Modeling was fun, all though they made her stand on the ledge of a building. It was indoors and they were only a few floors up. Kathria and Dakr were standing by another model and watching Snow with big smiles. The high heels were killing Snow's feet and she was dressed up like a porcelain doll in a black gothic and lacy dress. It was a puffed out skirt that rested a little above her knees. She had on black platform boots that ended under her knee caps and she had on white tights. Of course that had black snowflakes sewn into them. Her hands were covered in lacy gloves, she had dark make-up on and her hair was halfway pinned up. She tried look like her feet weren't hurting her and kept a blank face twirling her hips slightly as the photographer took a few snaps. Snow can you shift your weight for me please darling? Came the photographer's gay voice. Snow nodded slowly and shifted her foot to the right. Her foot slipped. Everything happened in slow motion. She tried to grab the sides of the open window to stop her body from slipping backwards. She watched Kathria and Dakr's face twist and their mouths open wide as they screamed and were held back by her African American model friend. The photographer flung his expensive camera down letting it shatter and skid to the ground in pieces as he screamed and ran towards her. But she could only hear the wind, she knew they were screaming but all she felt and heard was the wind as she flailed her arms. A sad attempt to regain her balance. And she fell. She shot up screaming at the top of her lungs. But to her surprise, she knew she wasn't falling anymore. She heard glass crack. Was that from her screaming? She couldn't tell everything was black. She wanted to move for someone to flick on a light and tell her she was alive. That this wasn't the end. With a blink, she screamed again and tried to scurry away. Completely frightened by the sight of cloaked figures gazing down at her. Large arms wrapped around her from behind and pulled her into a lap. She tried to pull away from them smacking the arms as she freaked out. Oh god I'm dead. Oh god I'm dead. Oh god. You showed me the afterlife to tell me I was going to die, didn't you? Snow thought as she screamed. An old wrinkled hand grasped her shoulder as she squirmed around screaming trying to break free from the arms around her. Be still. Snow instantly quiet screaming and relaxed, she even leaned against the warmth of the body behind her. The old wrinkled hand patted her shoulder and the figure stood up as best it could. It was still bent over resting against the cane. The cane. She remembered this creature. It was an old woman. There was a man next to her without his cloak on. The only one revealing his appearance to her. Where am I? She was sweating, she realized this as her weak voice came out. Apparently going hoarse from her screaming. I'm dead aren't I? This is the afterlife? You're home. The sweet silvery voice in her head called. It was echoed by the deep soothing voice that came from behind her. It came from the man, or thing that held her in it's lap. You aren't dead child. If you were, you would not be with us at this moment. The old woman's voice called. A soft chuckle emitted from her lips. Oh pardon me. We must have frightened you. Now everyone, don't be rude to little Snowflake. Take off your- Snow cut off the woman in mid-sentence. How do you know my name? No one knows my name. Child. Everyone knows who you are. You're the only human that's stepped into the House of Kalion and lived. Most human die within the hour. But you...you are who we've been waiting for. Now, take off your hoods everyone. It's rude to cover our faces. She moved and discarded the hood of her cloak revealing her old wrinkled face. There really weren't that many wrinkles and she was quite stunning for an elder woman. But her face was framed by a navy blue wimple, a nun's wimple. Her eyes were a soft creamy gold color and she smiled softly at Snow. We weren't properly introduce the first time. My name is Sister Oliliam. She felt lips brush against her exposed neck and she tightened up. They were soft and warm and felt full. But she was uncomfortable as she felt the hot breath of a sigh. My name is Viktor. But you used to call me your sunshine. The voice behind her called into her ear. A shiver rippled through her body. Used to? But this place is just my imagination...isn't it? Viktor. She doesn't remember you. Don't scare her. I understand you came here out of your own accord to take care of her like you used to. But you must remember it has been...a very long time for her. Sister Oliliam snapped. He nodded his head. The others of the group had removed their hoods. There was a man that had grayish white skin like granite. He stood on his tip toes, the very point, his hands were covered by the cloth. He was very handsome, tall and creepy looking. His hair was black and framed his face. His eyes were black as a moonless sky. And there was an exotic looking design over his left eye that was near his hairline and his jawline, it took half of his face up. It looked like it was painted on. There was another male, a creature that stood completely still and didn't breath or shift at all. It looked like a stature that had been made out of metal, but it was built and bald. There was a creature on the other side of Sister Oliliam that cloth was it's face. It's cloth was a white-blue color that glittered like dew. Strips of cloth fell onto it's broad shoulder like hair and only it's right eye was exposed. It was surrounded by blackness and looked like it was floating. It glowed green. There was a tall female next to the man on his toes. She had beautiful curves that were visible through the cloak. Her hair skin was a deep blue white color. Her eyes were deep pools of blue. Her hair was long and slick and rested over the floor moving around slightly like a tail, it stuck in a sharp point. It was a deep violet color. Her lips matched the color of her skin and her ears were slightly pointed. The top part of her hair moved up from the scalp and curved under against the partial bone. There were two purple slashes going through her eyes, markings of her status in society. Snow gasped at them but the other figures moved to take off their hoods as well. Three of them looked just like her. Human in the sense. Two of the three were very very pale. But inhumanly handsome, all three of them were males. One of the males had a glowing teal star tattoo, or marking, in planted in the middle of his forehead. There were swirls that rested around his brows and pointed into the star. The other ale male looked like a human supermodel, but dangerously and unnaturally perfectly beautiful. There were no flaws to his beautiful face. His hair was long and stopped on his inner back, it was blond, a golden blond. His eyes were gold. The third handsome man had deep tan skin. His eyes were black and his hair was black as well. He had bangs that came into his face every so often and it was fairly short. A cropped off 'scene style'. He was Japanese. Snow was moved. Viktor moved her. He hoisted her to her feet quickly. Stepped away from her before jerking her around to face him. He lifted his hands up and pushed back the hood of the silver cloak revealing himself. Snow gasped. His skin was very pale with a soft hint of a blunt tint to it. His hair was long and vampire red, an unnatural color, his eyes matched his hair and stunned her. His jawline was sharp, his lashes thick, black and beautiful. His brows were the dark red and high arched, and perfect. He was inhumanly beautifully handsome. But someone kept her frozen in place. She'd seen those handsome features before. Suddenly, she knew why she felt like someone had been watching her. Koal... Snow cried. EDIT Viktor's face twist into complete fury. His perfect flawless face completely and utterly distroyed with the expression of anger. He looked like he was ready to murder everyone in the room, including Snow. Whose this Koal? Tell me now! His voice was screaming and distorted with fury and his thick Russian accent that Snow had failed to notice till now. He sliced the words from his tongue with demand and a piercing tone like a razor slicing the air. Sister Oliliam stepped forward in a protective manner. But she was far from little Snow and too slow to jump in front of the poor human to shield her from Viktor's anger. Luckily, others had moved in a blink of an eye and crowded around Snow protectively. Don't put your sssssstenchy pawsssss on her! Came the hissing words from the blue lips of a woman. The purple tail or whip-like hair snapped in the air next to Viktor's face. Cracking loudly and wildly like a whip as she stayed crouched down and in front of the mod of bodies where Snow had been. Or was. The snapping motion of the purple hair caught Viktor off guard and he stumbled back. His face instantly loosing it's grip on his anger and turning to one of shock and disbelief in himself. Arms reached around him and large hands with claws for fingers rested on his chest. Viktor froze as the monotone voice of a man whispered in his ear, If you move, my fingers will pierce your skin and I'll unravel you like a dress. This being that was holding Viktor in place was the man with the odd marking over his eye and he stood on his tip toes. The very very point of them in completely pointed shoes. It was almost like he was floating, it was unbelievable how graceful the male was that held Viktor. Viktor's head dropped in shame. Snow, poor little Snow, couldn't see anything but blackness. She felt the silk, the coolness of silk, against her bare face that was smothering her. One pair of large arms were locked around her from behind and another from the front. She knew more than one body was crouched down protectively over her. She felt their presence much rather than saw them or heard them. She was pulled down onto the ground, but she sat on the floor. Her body was being pushed back into the man behind her's body and the first male -in font of her, was leaning against her. His point pressed up against her's roughly. Had all the cloaked figures in the room moved to protect Snow? Even though they don't know her or her them? But why? There was no time for questions. She could hear chatter but she was becoming hot and bothered. It felt like someone was setting weights on her chest making it hard for her to breath, and she freaked. Snow began to breath heavily before she quickly began gasping for breath and sweating. She flailed her arms, flinging them at the bodies that were wrapped around her on the floor. She kicked and pounded her fist into them before she was finally able to tilt her head back for a brief moment and scream. She felt hands pry the first male off of her, the one in front of her. But the one behind her was still keeping his arms wrapped around her tightly. He was crushing her abdomen and making her squirm in pain. The tan Japanese person had pulled a cat-like creature off of her easily and held him up by the nape of his neck. The creature was very adorable and sexy in a cute kind of way. He had black wavy hair and hazel eyes, a black cat tail swished lazily from the back of his cloak and black cat ears folded on his head as he whined. I was just trrrrying to prrrrrotect herrrr frrrrom that misterrr crrrrrazy overrrr therrrre . Purred the male neko. The male with the glowing teal star symbol planted in the middle of his forehead was in front of her in the blink of an eye. He laced his arms gently around her but she pushed him away. Well, that was before someone pried the arms that were crushing her from behind off of her. The man with the weird glowing star tattoo picked her up and rested her on his hip like a little child. He pushed her head softly down on his neck and kept his arms around her so she wouldn't fall as her legs dangled down. Sister Oliliam, if I may request this do hear me out. It seems though Viktor has told us his rage is dealt with he has not dealt with it well enough. Besides that, his anger for humans makes him different than the rest of us. I do believe speak for all of us when I say I do not feel comfortable letting miss Snowflake being given to his hands. For all we know he might try to eat her like other humans. If I may, I would like to replace Viktor as her Sekrahai. I have a spare room. The man with the weird glowing tattoo had spoken and everyone in the room jerked their heads to look at him. All except Viktor whom still held his gaze down as the creature on it's tip toes still held onto him. Sister Oliliam was the first to speak, Lazirious, I do trust you dear boy. You are a very trust worthy leader and very skilled. But perhaps Mr. Scorn can accompany you with the task of being Miss Snowflakes Sekrahai until your Taho returns. Lazirious nodded his head, Snow looked around the room confused. IF this was Lazirious, that was Viktor, she was Sister Oliliam, then who was this 'Mr.Scorn'? And who was the rest of them? And what the hell were they talking about? Sekrahai and Taho's! What the bloody hell were those suppose to be?