Stop! Hey! What's that sound?

Chuma, Mor and Voyna - The Nightmare King's dedicated helpers; turning dreams into screams since the dawn of time. M!A: none Track tag: forgedfromblacksand

[forgedfromblacksand]

░♛”Are you actually trying to...wager with me?”

"You do realize I’m not a demon, correct?”♛░

[the-minacious-sovereign-archive]

       ▓♕To be honest… she was unsure of what he actually was. Spirit, monster, or demon. It was the first time she had seen something supernatural related, and it did, in fact, place her in a state of uncomfortableness. She was only an eight year old girl, minus the magical powers, that had nothing to back her up.

              Still, she stood her ground as best she could, in grace and poise as she was always taught. She may or may not look as if she had bravery, but at least she was sure she was presentable as a child of royalty and heir to a kingdom.

              However, her gaze failed her to stare at the ground in insecurity,”I-I am sorry…. but, please… leave my sister alone.”♕▓

[forgedfromblacksand]

       ▓♕Chuma blinked several times, dismissing the ignorance while processing her stance. Uncertainty had kept her off guard - he could very well strike whenever he choose. But that would take the fun out of it all, and with children, there were many games to be plaid.

              The shadow seemed smug, almost to smirk if he had visible lips. His advance on her was slow, and he seemed to shrink to match her size the closer he came.

             "Little Princess," he cooed, "I am only here to do my job. You must understand, my dear - Anna is having nightmares, so I must come to provide. You...you will be. One of my brothers will be your watchful shadow as well. It is nothing personal, it's a simple part of life."♕▓

[forgedfromblacksand]

"Are you actually trying to...wager with me?"

"You do realize I'm not a demon, correct?"

[lunaconrad-deactivated20131216]

TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.

[alwayswillgraham]

Please preface questions with “Truth”

[nixanimus-archive]

monsieur-i-know-a-little, forgedfromblacksand

[nixanimus-archive]

     ”Hmm. Not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

[forgedfromblacksand]

"Don't play dumb with me, Frost. Sandman: stout, golden fellow - your ally. The King defeated him, reduced him to dust right before you...How is it he returned? Surely it took more than a few mere children."

[forgedfromblacksand]

[forgedfromblacksand]

How was he to know? As far as he was considered, sirens only went after mortal men; besides why deny someone who held an equal appreciation (or so he thought)? Clueless, he enthusiastically agreed, “Sounds great~!”

Though fearlings weren’t the type to devour humans, they did feed off of their fear. Having the chance to scare a few, thinking he could lure them to their doom was just too enticing to pass up.

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

She chuckled at his eagerness and grabbed his hand, pulling him as if he was her boyfriend that she wanted to go shopping with. Of course was going to grab a few humans here and there. Her eyes flickered to his shadow on the ground. The way the light illuminated his shadow on the ground making it stretch towards her was delicious. Every living and non living thing had one shadow regardless. When she ate the shadow of a non living thing it dissolved as if time passed, but a living shadow only left the body to slowly rot with time if their shadow is eaten. She could grab any shadow that she desired, and it could not hide from her not even in the darkness.

“It’s a date now. Let’s rock n rock” she chuckled and managed to pull him outside. A mixture sound of crackling and squishing were heard as her wings ripped from her back and stretched its blue feathers.

[forgedfromblacksand]

He darted out into the night right at her side, and upon hearing the obscene popping, whirled around to face her, irises twinkling with morbid fascination. "Not bad," he mused once the wings had extended to their full width.

The fearling took that as a cue to shed his own disguise. In an instant, black sand gathering at his feet swept up and swallowed his human form before dispersing to reveal a creature of dark matter (with the exception of two seemingly white abysses for eyes) half the size. Transformation complete, the shadow gave an devilish grin, exposing an equally white cavern within. "It's on."

[czeppeli]

Baptised in dirty water 

[malfoytrash-blog]

   Oɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ        ғʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss﹐        ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ                                      ᴏʀ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs                                    ᴡɪʟʟ sᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ.

                                  I ᴛ ·ʟ  ʟ   ᴄ ᴀ ᴛ ᴄ ʜ    ᴜ ᴘ ﹐ &                                             ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ·ᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ                                        ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ·s ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.

[animentality]

reblog if you're an asshole

[pinkeyesandcherrypie-deactivate]

The winner for "Best mask" goes to-

forgedfromblacksand

—-“For a Mr. Voyna, a male who’s mask won “Best” for tonight’s masquerade! I present to you, a silver cane young sir.”

[forgedfromblacksand]

"I...woah, what...?" He took it, still blinking in disbelief before a wide grin smeared his lips, and his grasp on it tightened. "Sweet!"

[forgedfromblacksand]

[forgedfromblacksand]

She placed a fist to her plastic mask lips for another chuckle. This person was both amusing and smelled…

delightful. “You can call me anything you would like ‘good’ stranger… I think you look wonderful if you ask me. Of course, I can see my opinions don’t count for much. However I do agree on the restriction of mortal clothing also, but” she twirled her ugly yellow dress,”I am a sucker for ‘pretty’ things.”

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

The male, on the other hand, was becoming less and less amused. “Yeah, whatever,” he grumbled with an obvious roll of his eyes. Ready to walk away, it occurred to him that if he did, he’d more than likely be met with the same attitude elsewhere - that, plus he’d bore if no one talked to him at all. Ugh, what had he been thinking, coming here?

He decided to linger, playing along with her ‘small talk’ since he needed to try out this people skills anyway. “So what’s your deal?” he inquired, “If you’re obviously no human, what are you?”

She shrugged and folded her arms,”nothing special honestly. I am just your average every day flesh eating siren” not to mention she ate shadows of all kind as well,” what about you? What are you?”

She grinned slightly”you seem rather bored. Do you want to dance or ditch this place and have some real fun?” Though her fun wasn’t what most would considered fun.

Finally, she had a hold on his attention. He was, after all, an instant fan of anything flesh-eating. “I’m a fearling,” he proudly told her, smirking devilishly. “Recently I’ve been granted the power to take on a human form, though I can’t say I prefer it. Too much containment.”

When it came to what most considered fun, Voyna fell into the minority. “I’d definitely rather ditch the same and find out what you’re idea of a good time is.”

She knew it. She knew it. She knew it. She knew something was up. Nothing could smell that delicious and not be a fearling. “Oh, you are! I am a big fan of fearlings” yeah her favorite thing that tasted as good as flesh.

She placed her elbow on the stranger to lean,”I was thinking… maybe a little hunting around the human grounds. Grab a bite to eat. Mortals always tend to say not to play with your food, but I usually can’t help myself. A scare, a chase, a feast. What do ya say handsome” more like tasty.

[forgedfromblacksand]

How was he to know? As far as he was considered, sirens only went after mortal men; besides why deny someone who held an equal appreciation (or so he thought)? Clueless, he enthusiastically agreed, "Sounds great~!"

Though fearlings weren't the type to devour humans, they did feed off of their fear. Having the chance to scare a few, thinking he could lure them to their doom was just too enticing to pass up.

[forgedfromblacksand]

A masquerade - never a better opportunity for a fearling to try out his first meatsuit. Well, suit within a suit now that he had to wear this stuffy tux. And if Voyna wasn’t so fond of his attire, he was going to make sure no one else was either.

"You look awful.

You look awful.

…You look absolutely terrible.”

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

Aoide looked around the beautiful place wearing her colorful full jester mask, from which only her lovely green eyes could seen. She enjoyed parties, she enjoyed the food, the music, the dancing, and the friendly yet mysterious atmosphere that came from it.

Her puffy silk dress, was both shiny and painful to look at. It separated herself from the others, in a negative way, who tried to be either subtle and low key or standing out in a more attractive way. However, not Aoide. She was already a siren, which are known for their beauty… well most of them. The dress was long enough to hide her bird feat but it didn’t matter since no one here was exactly ‘normal’.

She grinned an chuckled,”thank you.”

[forgedfromblacksand]

He’d already been moving on by the time he heard the “Thank you” - not the response he expected, nor wanted to hear. “Wasn’t a compliment,” he stated bluntly, stopping to really get a look at her and sneering instantly. He wasn’t about to retract his comment.

"What exactly are you wearing?" Voyna inquired, stepping forward to inspect her, analyzing white eyes that used to be wide as saucers now mere black beads beneath his bird mask. "Are you a princess or something?"

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

She chuckled and folded her arms in amusement. He could not phase her with such meager words,”maybe in your perspective, but I found it rather… truthful?” She unfolded her arms to feel the materials of her dress careful not to show her bird feet,”I thought I was wearing a human traffic cone… you know so people don’t bump into me” she teased before shaking her head,”nooo, that would imply that I have… grace, and beauty.” She ignored the fact that she was a siren, and siren were known for their beauty… most of them anyway.

“You don’t seem as if you are in a good mood I assume? By the way you are attacking everyone’s outfits… you don’t like yours?”

[forgedfromblacksand]

"Hmph…truthful. At least you agree," he snorted, crossing his own arms rather stubbornly. Nevertheless, a smirk managed to smear his lips at the woman’s self-observation. "You do have a point there. Maybe calling you ‘the Jester’ is positively fitting."

Promptly, he stuck up his nose at her presumption. “Mine’s fine,” he scoffed. “Good enough, anyway. It’s the fact I’d rather not have the restriction of mortal clothing.”

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

She placed a fist to her plastic mask lips for another chuckle. This person was both amusing and smelled…

delightful. “You can call me anything you would like ‘good’ stranger… I think you look wonderful if you ask me. Of course, I can see my opinions don’t count for much. However I do agree on the restriction of mortal clothing also, but” she twirled her ugly yellow dress,”I am a sucker for ‘pretty’ things.”

[forgedfromblacksand]

The male, on the other hand, was becoming less and less amused. “Yeah, whatever,” he grumbled with an obvious roll of his eyes. Ready to walk away, it occurred to him that if he did, he’d more than likely be met with the same attitude elsewhere - that, plus he’d bore if no one talked to him at all. Ugh, what had he been thinking, coming here?

He decided to linger, playing along with her ‘small talk’ since he needed to try out this people skills anyway. “So what’s your deal?” he inquired, “If you’re obviously no human, what are you?”

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

She shrugged and folded her arms,”nothing special honestly. I am just your average every day flesh eating siren” not to mention she ate shadows of all kind as well,” what about you? What are you?”

She grinned slightly”you seem rather bored. Do you want to dance or ditch this place and have some real fun?” Though her fun wasn’t what most would considered fun.

[forgedfromblacksand]

Finally, she had a hold on his attention. He was, after all, an instant fan of anything flesh-eating. "I'm a fearling," he proudly told her, smirking devilishly. "Recently I've been granted the power to take on a human form, though I can't say I prefer it. Too much containment."

When it came to what most considered fun, Voyna fell into the minority. "I'd definitely rather ditch the same and find out what you're idea of a good time is."

[forgedfromblacksand]

A masquerade - never a better opportunity for a fearling to try out his first meatsuit. Well, suit within a suit now that he had to wear this stuffy tux. And if Voyna wasn’t so fond of his attire, he was going to make sure no one else was either.

"You look awful.

You look awful.

…You look absolutely terrible.”

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

Aoide looked around the beautiful place wearing her colorful full jester mask, from which only her lovely green eyes could seen. She enjoyed parties, she enjoyed the food, the music, the dancing, and the friendly yet mysterious atmosphere that came from it.

Her puffy silk dress, was both shiny and painful to look at. It separated herself from the others, in a negative way, who tried to be either subtle and low key or standing out in a more attractive way. However, not Aoide. She was already a siren, which are known for their beauty… well most of them. The dress was long enough to hide her bird feat but it didn’t matter since no one here was exactly ‘normal’.

She grinned an chuckled,”thank you.”

[forgedfromblacksand]

He’d already been moving on by the time he heard the “Thank you” - not the response he expected, nor wanted to hear. “Wasn’t a compliment,” he stated bluntly, stopping to really get a look at her and sneering instantly. He wasn’t about to retract his comment.

"What exactly are you wearing?" Voyna inquired, stepping forward to inspect her, analyzing white eyes that used to be wide as saucers now mere black beads beneath his bird mask. "Are you a princess or something?"

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

She chuckled and folded her arms in amusement. He could not phase her with such meager words,”maybe in your perspective, but I found it rather… truthful?” She unfolded her arms to feel the materials of her dress careful not to show her bird feet,”I thought I was wearing a human traffic cone… you know so people don’t bump into me” she teased before shaking her head,”nooo, that would imply that I have… grace, and beauty.” She ignored the fact that she was a siren, and siren were known for their beauty… most of them anyway.

“You don’t seem as if you are in a good mood I assume? By the way you are attacking everyone’s outfits… you don’t like yours?”

[forgedfromblacksand]

"Hmph…truthful. At least you agree," he snorted, crossing his own arms rather stubbornly. Nevertheless, a smirk managed to smear his lips at the woman’s self-observation. "You do have a point there. Maybe calling you ‘the Jester’ is positively fitting."

Promptly, he stuck up his nose at her presumption. “Mine’s fine,” he scoffed. “Good enough, anyway. It’s the fact I’d rather not have the restriction of mortal clothing.”

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

She placed a fist to her plastic mask lips for another chuckle. This person was both amusing and smelled…

delightful. “You can call me anything you would like ‘good’ stranger… I think you look wonderful if you ask me. Of course, I can see my opinions don’t count for much. However I do agree on the restriction of mortal clothing also, but” she twirled her ugly yellow dress,”I am a sucker for ‘pretty’ things.”

[forgedfromblacksand]

The male, on the other hand, was becoming less and less amused. "Yeah, whatever," he grumbled with an obvious roll of his eyes. Ready to walk away, it occurred to him that if he did, he'd more than likely be met with the same attitude elsewhere - that, plus he'd bore if no one talked to him at all. Ugh, what had he been thinking, coming here?

He decided to linger, playing along with her 'small talk' since he needed to try out this people skills anyway. "So what's your deal?" he inquired, "If you're obviously no human, what are you?"

[forgedfromblacksand]

A masquerade - never a better opportunity for a fearling to try out his first meatsuit. Well, suit within a suit now that he had to wear this stuffy tux. And if Voyna wasn’t so fond of his attire, he was going to make sure no one else was either.

"You look awful.

You look awful.

…You look absolutely terrible.”

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

Aoide looked around the beautiful place wearing her colorful full jester mask, from which only her lovely green eyes could seen. She enjoyed parties, she enjoyed the food, the music, the dancing, and the friendly yet mysterious atmosphere that came from it.

Her puffy silk dress, was both shiny and painful to look at. It separated herself from the others, in a negative way, who tried to be either subtle and low key or standing out in a more attractive way. However, not Aoide. She was already a siren, which are known for their beauty… well most of them. The dress was long enough to hide her bird feat but it didn’t matter since no one here was exactly ‘normal’.

She grinned an chuckled,”thank you.”

[forgedfromblacksand]

He’d already been moving on by the time he heard the “Thank you” - not the response he expected, nor wanted to hear. “Wasn’t a compliment,” he stated bluntly, stopping to really get a look at her and sneering instantly. He wasn’t about to retract his comment.

"What exactly are you wearing?" Voyna inquired, stepping forward to inspect her, analyzing white eyes that used to be wide as saucers now mere black beads beneath his bird mask. "Are you a princess or something?"

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

She chuckled and folded her arms in amusement. He could not phase her with such meager words,”maybe in your perspective, but I found it rather… truthful?” She unfolded her arms to feel the materials of her dress careful not to show her bird feet,”I thought I was wearing a human traffic cone… you know so people don’t bump into me” she teased before shaking her head,”nooo, that would imply that I have… grace, and beauty.” She ignored the fact that she was a siren, and siren were known for their beauty… most of them anyway.

“You don’t seem as if you are in a good mood I assume? By the way you are attacking everyone’s outfits… you don’t like yours?”

[forgedfromblacksand]

"Hmph...truthful. At least you agree," he snorted, crossing his own arms rather stubbornly. Nevertheless, a smirk managed to smear his lips at the woman's self-observation. "You do have a point there. Maybe calling you 'the Jester' is positively fitting."

Promptly, he stuck up his nose at her presumption. "Mine's fine," he scoffed. "Good enough, anyway. It's the fact I'd rather not have the restriction of mortal clothing."

[forgedfromblacksand]

A masquerade - never a better opportunity for a fearling to try out his first meatsuit. Well, suit within a suit now that he had to wear this stuffy tux. And if Voyna wasn’t so fond of his attire, he was going to make sure no one else was either.

"You look awful.

You look awful.

…You look absolutely terrible.”

[i-eat-shadows-deactivated201503]

Aoide looked around the beautiful place wearing her colorful full jester mask, from which only her lovely green eyes could seen. She enjoyed parties, she enjoyed the food, the music, the dancing, and the friendly yet mysterious atmosphere that came from it.

Her puffy silk dress, was both shiny and painful to look at. It separated herself from the others, in a negative way, who tried to be either subtle and low key or standing out in a more attractive way. However, not Aoide. She was already a siren, which are known for their beauty… well most of them. The dress was long enough to hide her bird feat but it didn’t matter since no one here was exactly ‘normal’.

She grinned an chuckled,”thank you.”

[forgedfromblacksand]

He'd already been moving on by the time he heard the "Thank you" - not the response he expected, nor wanted to hear. "Wasn't a compliment," he stated bluntly, stopping to really get a look at her and sneering instantly. He wasn't about to retract his comment.

"What exactly are you wearing?" Voyna inquired, stepping forward to inspect her, analyzing white eyes that used to be wide as saucers now mere black beads beneath his bird mask. "Are you a princess or something?"

[forgedfromblacksand]

Passing by, Anastasia paused to study the young man before her. Turning her eyes to his own she gave him a smirk and raised her wine glass, "Marvelous outfit, caep."

Voyna spun on his heel to face her, presuming he could go unnoticed, weaving through the crowd. ”Oh? You think so?” He was never one to know how to take a compliment. “Well thanks, I guess. You don’t look particularly superficial either.”

[forgedfromblacksand]

A masquerade - never a better opportunity for a fearling to try out his first meatsuit. Well, suit within a suit now that he had to wear this stuffy tux. And if Voyna wasn't so fond of his attire, he was going to make sure no one else was either.

"You look awful.

You look awful.

...You look absolutely terrible."

[peppermintel]

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