Playing with Darkness{Darna & Delra}

[~Amethyst~]

Rozlyn &Dalla

Claws scraping against rock echoed through the darkness, though not a soul could be seen. The low growl of wolves seemed to surround you if you were in the caves, but you couldn't figure out where it came from. It was all around. It was the caves. The Labyrinth. The dark. Two of the four that helped create this place, that helped bring the Realm to its full power and head the Thall as four very powerful beings. They were not mortal, not normal, some thought they weren't even sane. Well, thats what everyone thought when the quartet decided to venture farther that even the devil Wolfbane had, but look where it got them? They were not insane, actually they were all exceptionally bright. Comes with the territory of being evil masterminds and half immortal being.

Deep within the caverns, far deeper than anyone else ever dared to go for fear of getting lost, these unique wolves would run blindly. For they knew they could never get lost. This was there home, they had been here when it was created, and they had sought it out well before that. They knew every pebble, and they heard it when a new being entered the caves. One gray wolf slunk low to the ground, enjoying the heat radiating from the ground. The other, a black wolf, ran on ahead even though she could not see. They didn't need to. Dalla never needed to. She never got to see anything, and yet she always seemed to know where she was going. But then again she had the advantage of being very used to that.

Rozlyn took her turn in the dark, seemingly melded with the shadows until you would be lucky to see her even if she was standing right next to you. Then Dalla would slink in behind her, and this would continue on, criss-crossing the walkway as they wandered deeper into the labrinth. This was their kind of play. Well, that and fights to the death or until their opponent gave up. Which ever came first. Many times though both had sworn they would die before they lost in a fight, especially if they were together. Against the other twins, now that was a gray area. But then again they didn't fight too much anymore. Rather they used all their power together to head the attack, or anything the Realm wanted for that matter. They didn't let others do their work. Even if you thought they weren't there, chances are one of them was.

{sorry its crap...}

[*~Ellieeee~*]

Lokia and Lazzaren

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What now? When the goal had been reached, their single mind analysed all the possible options, examining them until they came up with a definitive answer. Their original plan had been fulfilled, and the Realm was back in the open. Its power was growing every day and no longer needed their help to escape from its earthly prison. For that purpose, they were unnecessary. It had always had more power than them, and their small portion of power would only hold them back. The double knew this, and were not ashamed to admit it.

But they had been well rewarded for their assistance in the matter. They had been gifted with a great advantage over their opponents – the Realm had most certainly known what it was doing when it blessed them with a fraction of his power. The dual has not been given any physical talents, and their bodies were as frail as before, with speed their only solid advantage. No, their talents lay in the abstract kingdom of the mind. Here is where the twins divulge, but only slightly.

Lokia is an artist. An illusionist, to be precise. Her endowment is to conjure images that do not exist, to show them to her victims, to make them wither in pain at the fiction that she shows them. A terrible gift (for that is how she uses it), and a rare one too. Lazzaren flair was for speaking without sound. She may pick up on thoughts, and dive through the inner working of a mind as if it were water. And into those weak minds she could speak. Whisper words to them without so much as disturbing the air.

It was dark, down in the depths of the labyrinth. The air was moist, cold, still. Nothing moved, no so much as a vibration in the atmosphere. The silence was deafening, if you will excuse the oxymoron. But, there was still life. Two life form, if fact, if you could call the Twins two separate beings. But they were not silent, though no sound could be heard. Inside the twisted, crystal clear mines of their minds, the conversation was lightning fast. Planning, plotting…

They approach.

The words were not spoken, merely a stray though that was passed between the duo. But it was enough. By an unspoken agreement, Lokia stretched out her consciousness until she found the other she was looking for: Dalla. Some might turn their noses up at the mundane usage of power, but Lokia had no such qualms. Spinning a web of light inside the other wolf’s mind, she sent an image of how to find their location. It wasn’t really an image – there was nothing to see down here – but a combination of smells, textures and tastes that would lead the other half of the four nearer to the identical pair. They probably wouldn’t need it, but Lazzaren was beginning to think about impatience.

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Occ;; I changed their names and their appearances: they are now an abnormal blue/grey colour, like the picture at the top. I also went into the powers they have. I think if you wanted your wolfies to be able to black the twins, that would be realistic and fine. Oh, and I really hope you don't mind the slight imply/power play. I noticed it was moving in that directions I wrote it, but I thought it seemed quite mundane and harmless, but if you want me to change it, I will.

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[~Amethyst~]

Rozlyn &Dalla

For so long had darkness been thought of as bad. For so long it had been passed off as simple evil. Like it was nothing. For so long all the creatures of the earth weren't worried about the dark for they saw it in their 'gods' that they would always be safe. They slept well at night because they were so sure that 'good' (if it can be called that) would always triumph. Well... they were wrong. They were wrong from the beginning and they were wrong in the end. It took four very special wolves to see the truth, to think clearly. They didn't just seek power over the world, slavery of the lights. No. They found something so much more powerful, and as anyone could see they got their reward for their loyalty. Loyalty even the devil could not offer the Realm.

Stalking silently through the tunnels that were very much their home Dalla suddenly stopped. Though she could see nothing of where she was, nothing of the present, and nothing of the past, she could see the future. She wasn't really focused on anyone but she had grown well into the habit of keeping an eye out for any distinct changes in the future of any of the four. Rozlyn knew her well and stopped by her side. A low tense growl emerged from the gray wolves throat. A silent question, what had changed? "Lokia and Lazzaren are going to be here." The statement was not meant for mortal ears, and was anything but audible. Her phrase was silent almost, as was much of herself. Dalla never made a big show of anything.

Looking at where Lokia and Lazzaren would be she started to lead the way. Though she could not see the tunnel she was in she could feel it, smell it, and hear it, so she knew where she was going. Soon enough as she was trotting down a passage she felt in her head the familiar touch of Lokia. A smile touched her maw, she had been right. She paused for only half a step and continued again. The passage was dark and warm, as they always were, but it did not bother her or Rozlyn. They knew how to keep from getting lost, and they were well used to the living feeling of the caverns and the darkness. They seemed more alive here than you might have first thought.

Soon the two trotted in next to the others. Rozlyn immediately laid down against a wall and Dalla sat in front of her. A phantom of the gray wolf spun up against the wall and they disappeared in to it. In a matter of seconds she was back in her own body and stood up, satisfied no one was near them. True none of the four really need worry, they could take care of themselves. But by now they all should have learned they can't trust what seems like being alone. Its all too easy for that to change. And outside of the foursome, Rozlyn and Dalla trusted no one but the Realm.

[*~Ellieeee~*]

Lokia and Lazzaren

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Changes. The world was changing fast, but would it be fast enough? Or should it be changing slower, or not at all? These were the questions that galloped around the heads of two lithe blue wolves. What should they do now; sitting around merely waiting was not enough, though they valued their patience. While some may have been content with the part they had already played, Lazzaren more so than her refection – or was she the refection?

That was the problem for any in the presence of the duplicates: there was no physical difference between them, though even if you knew their minds you would only find a very slight difference between them. Bother she-wolves had abnormal colouring – a blue sheen replaced the grey fur that was common among wolves. But despite this, they had not been given any strength or muscle to enforce their powerful ideals. But when did I ever say they needed them? When they were younger, they had used the brute strength of their sibling to get by when needed, but lately the twins had no patience for their slow-minded brother. He was stupid, and more than anything, he feared the dark, both the literal dark and the metaphorical one. He just couldn’t keep up with the spontaneous plans that were made and broken by his sisters. So they left him. A second before he left them.

The reminiscence brought their thoughts back round the present. What now? They had been young when the plan had first sprung into existing, but now they could see so many loop holes and gaps in it: it just was not good enough any more. They needed more… more what? Power? Glory? Riches? No. That was not what they wanted – they could have that at a snap of their fingers (figuratively, of course). The duo need something that was more intellectually challenging to get, and gave a bigger sense of satisfaction when it was achieved.

“Where now?”

The lyrics hung in the silence like fat beads of poison. It was not necessary to speak aloud, yet no matter how long they were together, there would always be that biting, gnawing feelings of distrust. It was unavoidable when individuals of such intellectual power came together and tried to work with each other, while baking sure their escape rout was clear. Call it deceptive if you will, but really, staying alive is the cleverest thing any wolf can do.

“Our cub-hood plans were incomplete, foolish, and above all, childish: bring the Realm back, destroy the Gods. Simple in essence, but problematical in execution. Only half has been accomplished, and now there have been complications, however it is too soon to tell if they will be beneficial or a hindrance

Though Lazzaren – or was it Lokia? - was only stating the facts, they echoed through the cavern quietly, with enough hidden venom to bring down a large mammal. Of course, it would be idiotic to presume that they did not have their own plans and answers to the un-spoken questions, but they were not going to reveal them yet.

“Will the aptitudes,” – powers was such a vulgar word – “ be removed once the rift is healed? How many will perish? Will there be unrestrained, open warfare? What will be the cost? Who will be the victor? And what of the aftermath? What will become of the world? And of us. What part will we play?”

As Lokia spoke – for this was definitely Lokia – she created illusions of the possibilities. Though the images were only inside the wolves heads, she formed them in such a way that they seem to be hovering between the quartet, casting a flashing light over their maws. And the images she formed… They were the stuff of nightmares. Though not the nightmare’s of the assembled.

[~Amethyst~]

Rozlyn &Dalla

You couldn't explain something like this, four of the most lethal wolves in this world and the next, all banded together. Though sometimes more than others the unease of their time as cubs would seep through the cracks. Rozlyn knew better than any of them the bloodshed of the cubs, Dalla never saw the blood and the twins let someone else do their bidding. Rozlyn never could do that, she didn't like leaving anything up to someone else. She would make sure it was done right, maybe that explains how she was gifted. Now the foursome never had to leave anything up to fate they didn't want to. If they wanted everyone frozen in their place Lokia could startle them all and blind them with an image. If they wanted to correct an order Lazzaren could speak without letting others hear. If they wanted to know how it was to turn out in any given moment Dalla could tell them. If they wanted to see what was going on far away Rozlyn could go find out for them, without ever leaving.

When they were young a union of the four would have been unheard of. They had composed two facets of pure force. The other cubs were also half immortal, but in their own ways they had all been weak. They had all fallen to the might of the twins or Rozlyn and Dalla. Then the day came that the two powers collided, and it was as if hell had opened up its fury on the world. It was no wonder that many of the cubs watching had simply sat there, dumbfounded. Remembering the bleak and meaningless history they had Rozlyn contemplated what had happened to the others. Or the adults that had made up the pack. Then again, why did she care? In a second the thought was there and gone again.

The two sat in silence as they listened to the twins mull over a problem that followed all four of them. They were all far too, impatient, to sit around with nothing to do. It was too easy. They were not put in this world to sit back and relax, they were here to affect anything and everything the chose. But what would they chose now? Dalla's eyes glazed over a moment as she looked at the gods future, but then she shook her maw to shake off the visions. It was too confusing now, nothing was set in stone. No one had made up their mind with enough force to do anything. It was as if the lives of the gods, and in turn their dumb followers, were hanging by a string. The question remained, would the vicious quartet be the ones to snip the string? And if so at what cost to them?

What would have startled most creatures, the illusions Lokia was so fond of, were second-nature to these wolves. They didn't even twitch as the cave before them faded and was replaced with the dismal, livid horrors that haunt weak creatures in the darkest nights. One could never really get over how differently they saw the world, how they twisted the line between dreams and nightmares until it didn't exist anymore. It was natural to them, easy. They hadn't been raised to know the difference between them. They had barely been raised at all. Because of how different they were and how restless they had become they had been cast out, to spend the rest of their cub hood plotting and being raised by things that go bump in the night.

All of the sudden Dalla went rigid, her claws scraping against the floor of the cavern. Her face shifted from the flash above her maw to the glazed and lifeless expression in her eyes. Even if she had the ability to speak then she wouldn't have. Out of nowhere the pieces started to fit together. Very few things could make any of the four wolves stop in their tracks, almost nothing could startle them. But when Rozlyn looked to her with an inquisitive eye, the black wolf didn't move.

[*~Ellieeee~*]

Lokia and Lazzaren

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Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

Silence. Not a whisper, not a word. It is the absence of all vibrations in the air, that cause noises to be heard. Nothing was audible, nothing made any sound, nothing stirred to break the monotony of nothing. Deep down in the basement of the world, the sound of silence was all that remained. Not even a glimmer of light penetrated the cavern, and if it weren’t for the magic of the echoes, it would be indistinguishable from a narrow tunnel. The magic of silence.

This was Lazzaren’s gift. The silence that was never heard by her mind’s ear. All those thoughts! A cacophony of words, emotions and displaced feelings. It was enough to dive a weaker mind to dementia – some may argue that the ghostly quartet was already insane, drunk on darkness. Perhaps they were. It was difficult to tell where the boundary between pure genius and outrageous psychosis was. The lines were getting more and more blurred each day.

Their plans were so insane that no one else would dare try it. Surely, it could never succeed? Why even try? To use the common phrase, their plans were so crazy they just might work. Or they would fail epically.

Loathing to break the stillness of the air, Lazzaren was speaking less and less recently; differences were beginning to emerge between the twins. One was given the gift of illusion, and the other’s gift was one of audible natures. Whispering words into minds, planting the seeds of ideas.

The puzzle was beginning to fit together, the pieces interlocking with each other in ways they could not know without the abilities attributed to Dalla. Lazzaren didn’t wasn’t to know the future. She could already see more than was necessary. There was no longer the thrill of working out what made people tick. It was all before her, like an open book. A gory, glorious book.

Yet she was not an idiot, and accepted the necessity of knowing the upcoming days, months, and even years if they were lucky.

“What do you see?”

The lyrics were almost inaudible, her lips hardly moving. The silence was broken. Her privet peace shattered. What of their (as a foursome) peace? Lazzaren knew her twins mind better than her own, and knew that Lokia’s peace was in deception and scheming. But would it all succeed, when push came to shove?

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

Occ;; I could have done it longer, but I don't have time. I may add to it later, but that's absically what it will say.
Lyrics;; Simon and Garfunkel, The Sound of Silence.

[~Amethyst~]

Rozlyn &Dalla



Dalla had gained enough sense and control in the past months that she knew how to protect her mind, for a while. She really had two choices: either think of something unpleasant to Lazzaren in particular, enough so that she wouldn't want to be anywhere near Dalla's mind, or get her mind so absorbed into something mundane that her mind was all consumed and there was nothing to find. She rarely used any of these practices, it only pushed the foursome closer to the edge of insanity and chaos. They did well together, but only because they walked along the edge of the cliff. And it was anyones guess how long it would take before someone went over, if ever. Contemplating it for a moment, Dalla shook herself from the sight of the future, and back to the present. Lokia had given her exactly the piece she had needed to know where to look, but did she really need everyone else knowing that?

Rozlyn let a small growl out, which seemed far too loud in the silent caverns. It wasn't very often that Dalla became this rigid and still, and she knew that meant something very important had changed. But she didn't know if it was for good or bad, or if there was even any difference between the two. At this point that line had become so blurred that she rarely considered her actions. Was there really ever a good and bad? Did they really exist in that sense? She wasn't so sure. A drop of water far off in some other reach of the caves echoed to there ears, further breaking the silence. Everything seemed too loud in these caves, it gave a whole new meaning to 'deafening silence'. She nudged Dalla softly, hoping some of her frozen body would thaw, and that maybe her mind would as well.

She heard Rozlyn's low mummer, then Lazzaren's softly whispered words, then felt Rozlyn again. But she was still far too absorbed debating whether or not to share her vision too let herself soften or let motion come back to her still limbs. Some might think she was trapped in a hellish nightmare, far from it, she was rather deciding whether or not everyone else needed to know that nightmare. After all if anyone were to change their minds it would all change anyway, so was it really so important? After seconds had passed, though it really must have seemed like hours with the steady, echoing drip of water and the dim light of the tunnel, she made up her mind. She freed her mind from her dull list of distracting things long enough for one phrase, one that she knew would mean something different to Lazzaren that to anyone else. 'We're going to tempt darkness and death. Again.'

On the one hand she could be described as cryptic and psychopathic. But then again, she was also described as brilliant and insightful. So then what was she? Or was she both at the same time? But then there was what she and Rozlyn often wondered, just as the four had blurred the line between dreams and nightmares, between good and bad, could they not also blur the line between genius and insanity? Or was the line already bent and broken? An outsider looking at the group would almost definitely say yes. Pity them that they would be lucky to ever lay eyes on this group, except for in the last seconds before they died.

The image of this foursome had become so firmly welded with nightmares, the realm, and death itself, that most wolves feared them as much as the feared dying. But that was fine, as Rozlyn knew so well they were better off dead. Only the weak feared death. When this foursome of chaos had come together they had sought death out, fearless and in control. There was little left for them to fear in this world or the next, even though the lines between those two realms were often times blurred once again. It seemed they made there lives up of taking lines so embedded into the history of the land and tearing them apart, piece by piece, until they disappear completely.

What line are they about to cross now?

[*~Ellieeee~*]

Lokia and Lazzaren

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Illusion or delusion? To which is Lokia more akin? Is she the genius of the mind, creator of fabulous images, the one who shows us what we need to see? Or is she merely a liar, feeding of the hopes of others: show them what they want most of all and then keep it just out of their reach. For what is a lie but an illusion, of the least complex nature? Every one of us in this land has been pre-programmed to see only what we want to see, to know only what makes us happy: one will ignore the stark truth so that they may live their life in blissful ignorance. So long as they are happy, it doesn’t matter what is really going on – it is not until the barest facts are shoved forcefully under their nose that they will accept that they have been living in a dream world.

That is how Lokia’s powers worked, or how part of it worked anyway. Her power was…complicated. In essence, the affects of it were simple: people would see what she wanted them to see. But how it worked was a different matter. Some may call it magic, or the power of the Realm, or enchantment, but Lokia sought to know the facts. Because she must not let herself fall into the illusions that she herself crafted. Let the rest of the world fall, but never her. If co-operating with her sisters was the way to do that, then come what may, she would stock with it. Well, maybe not till the very end: if defeat was unavoidable then she had her own plan, as did Lazzaren, and as did the others, she was sure.

Lazzaren. Lokia knew of many less cumbersome pet names for her twin, but they were not necessary. Not at all. As pups they had been inseparable, there was only one mind, only one mind between them, though it has enhanced prowess. Now they knew each other’s mind like the inside of their own. Though subtle, it was a substantial change that had taken place since they had been given power. Lazzaren was words and Lokia was pictures. Some say a picture speaks a thousand words, but Lazzaren had the one thousand words to mach each and everyone of her magnificently vibrant images.

But lately Lazzaren was growing quieter and Lokia’s imagery was becoming clearer. They could only assume that their powers were manifesting, growing, mutating? And what of Rozlyn and Dalla, or anyone else for that matter? Would their powers develop too? But most importantly, was this enough to tip the balance in their favour?

“Again…”

As she spoke, Lokia conjured images of their past dealings and temptations. The pictures were echoing with the past, not all of it pleasant.

“All previous line and boundaries are about to be shattered. Again.”

OCC:: Icky post....