Siorai
Mystical Soul Incarnate
As twilight creeped through the narrow alleyways and hidden courtyards of the old, old city, a cloaked Figure making way through the familiar surroundings of Ayenee. Returning to a place what ones had held great memories as well as bad, the Figure kept on moving with only one goal in mind. The cities gnarled fingers unlock ancient secrets of dark deeds that lie entombed behind crumbling walls. It whispers into the shadowy recesses of a forgotten parts of Ayenee, disturbing the sleep of the long departed and the City of the Dead stirs once more into ghostly, ethereal life...
The night when darkness engulfs the old courtyards and silent graveyards of Ayenee’s oldest and spookiest quarters. The night when dark shadows flit across the face of the moon and twilight’s gnarled fingers scratch their way through the city of the dead. Still wandering along the paths looking and overlooking what ones had left behind, the feeling of happiness aroused when one was gone for such long time that nothing had changed all to much of what one could remember from the past...
Sometimes it seems as if the innocent wonder and amazement that life used to hold for us has been dimmed with time and the world seems to be sinking, falling into darkness and despair. But even in the darkest night, hope shines through like a brilliant star, bringing color and life and goodness into this world once more. Some people find hope easier to hold onto than others, some people in this world are born with a kind of restlessness of the imagination, a kind of creativity that wells up inside them and overflows into everything they do and experience in life...
For them, life holds vibrancy and possibility, and they believe that dreams can always come true, no matter how bad things gotten. As the cloaked Figure walked on and finally had made it to where the goal of it’s desire had laid, stepping closer to the old rugged wooden doors to knock. Slowly pushing back the hood of the cloak to get an even better look at what was missing in ones life smiling as the hood of the cloak was suddenly pushed backwards and off. To anyone who might been following the journey of the cloaked one through the old City of Ayenee, one could now see it was a female that was standing in front of the her Family home...
As dark auburn hair was now tumbling out from beneath the hood and down to her waist like a cascading waterfall of tantalizingly wild locks. Her eyes when they settled where the color what a poet would call bistre a deep and lustrous darkness, like a forest pool under the shade of ancient oaks. Accept for the left eye where the iris had a scarlet color shone around the dark pupil, making her unique...
The gaze of her eyes upon the entry as her mind and heart was racing, she was nervous and breathing heavily when she balled her hand into a small fist to knock upon those very doors. She stood there now waiting with patients to see if someone would answer to her knocking. Her mind was going in circles as her eyes closed for just a small bit of time to remember back to when she last had set foot inside the old Family home...
But couldn’t seem to remember that time period or even really what had happen between her leaving and her returning, as she continues to wait for someone to answer. As she stood there awhile longer, a cool breeze had come up and she was pulling up the hood of her cloak again as well as wrapping the cloak around herself much tighter. She had grown tired as she began to lean against the doors and closed her eyes lightly for a few minutes, then re-opening them and looked one last time to the doors...
She sighs deeply before she began to turn around with heavy heart, so that she may leave and walk off to go else were. As she began to slowly step one foot in front of the other, she turns ones more looking back then back to the front and started to walk down the steps...
The night when darkness engulfs the old courtyards and silent graveyards of Ayenee’s oldest and spookiest quarters. The night when dark shadows flit across the face of the moon and twilight’s gnarled fingers scratch their way through the city of the dead. Still wandering along the paths looking and overlooking what ones had left behind, the feeling of happiness aroused when one was gone for such long time that nothing had changed all to much of what one could remember from the past...
Sometimes it seems as if the innocent wonder and amazement that life used to hold for us has been dimmed with time and the world seems to be sinking, falling into darkness and despair. But even in the darkest night, hope shines through like a brilliant star, bringing color and life and goodness into this world once more. Some people find hope easier to hold onto than others, some people in this world are born with a kind of restlessness of the imagination, a kind of creativity that wells up inside them and overflows into everything they do and experience in life...
For them, life holds vibrancy and possibility, and they believe that dreams can always come true, no matter how bad things gotten. As the cloaked Figure walked on and finally had made it to where the goal of it’s desire had laid, stepping closer to the old rugged wooden doors to knock. Slowly pushing back the hood of the cloak to get an even better look at what was missing in ones life smiling as the hood of the cloak was suddenly pushed backwards and off. To anyone who might been following the journey of the cloaked one through the old City of Ayenee, one could now see it was a female that was standing in front of the her Family home...
As dark auburn hair was now tumbling out from beneath the hood and down to her waist like a cascading waterfall of tantalizingly wild locks. Her eyes when they settled where the color what a poet would call bistre a deep and lustrous darkness, like a forest pool under the shade of ancient oaks. Accept for the left eye where the iris had a scarlet color shone around the dark pupil, making her unique...
The gaze of her eyes upon the entry as her mind and heart was racing, she was nervous and breathing heavily when she balled her hand into a small fist to knock upon those very doors. She stood there now waiting with patients to see if someone would answer to her knocking. Her mind was going in circles as her eyes closed for just a small bit of time to remember back to when she last had set foot inside the old Family home...
But couldn’t seem to remember that time period or even really what had happen between her leaving and her returning, as she continues to wait for someone to answer. As she stood there awhile longer, a cool breeze had come up and she was pulling up the hood of her cloak again as well as wrapping the cloak around herself much tighter. She had grown tired as she began to lean against the doors and closed her eyes lightly for a few minutes, then re-opening them and looked one last time to the doors...
She sighs deeply before she began to turn around with heavy heart, so that she may leave and walk off to go else were. As she began to slowly step one foot in front of the other, she turns ones more looking back then back to the front and started to walk down the steps...