Parts of Me, Creatively...

Just snippets of creations left in the swamps and dungeons of Yserbius - I
am a breeder. I love them all... (www.yserbius.org - home to those that
played in that very first roleplay world online)

02-02-2006
Yserbius Idol poll - Posted by Navic
"Alright Yserbia, it's your chance to choose our first... Yserbian Idol!
The winner will have a $20 spending spree at the Yserbius.org Mall!
Voting will end February 28th."the various characters that find their life within me voted.
Ensaneti the Vampire Queen was a contestant with her
"DeathDance")

Lady China the dangerous rocket booster (according to Spleen) says:

Well, I really like Tater's moneymaker shaking - on the other hand I feel strangely close to Ensaneti (but then I take a deep breath, go to my happy place and carry on another day), that vampire wench was interesting too.In the interest of being politically incorrect in some fashion, I'm voting for the toothy dancer. I bet you're still confused as to who I voted for, huh?

*smiles winsomely*

Lady China, currently Sylara
"You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star." Nietzsche


Ensaneti the Vampire Queen responds:

We could make some very interesting cha cha cha's should we ever dance together, Lady China, though the Hokey Pokey is still my favorite. Perhaps you have a spare body part or two you'd like to put in or take out? Thats what its all about.

Knits a pair of seven toed socks with the femurs of - she tried unsuccessfully to remember to whom they might once have belonged.

...Ensaneti... Stygian darkness, blood tinged light, night eternal, without fright, Abyss opens, power surges, Life and Death within you merges.


Lilly the Hardworking, Optimistic, Flora Peddler offers:

I tell ya I wanted ta find more a me herbs ta sell ta the pet lovin' crowd, certain fer sure dat parrot o'Mourninglory coulda used a bit of a feather glossin' treatment - but the Yserbian Idol contest kept me by da door. Lots a boltin' in an' out, mysterious winds and crazy laughin' - it reminded me a why I wanted ta be a petal pusher in da first place, People an' how ya could count on em' being as different, one from ta other, as the herbs an' flowers that they buy. Not a one of em was any better than another. But I see I haf ta cast a vote.

::thinks a good long time, chewin' on a daisy stem::

Well, I got me a good look at dat der Fleetwood fella. He ain't much ta look at, but honesty gets me vote. He sings dat he feels short like a dwarf. I looked him up, I looked him down, den I looked sorta in da middle, an' I think he be tellin' the truth.

::Leaves a packet a special mixed herbs fer a potent elixer::

Ya got a good voice, Fleetwood, yer honest about yer shortcomings - an' I know ya know what I be meanin' by dat - and ya got my vote. Mix them herbs up with some good Dragon Court ale an' at least ye'll be regular fer a week er two - after dat yer gonna most likely go back ta short, if ya know what I be meanin', an I know dat ya do.


Puppy the Energetic, Curious, Always Hungry Dog paws his way in - to the company of Ensaneti the Vampire Queen, silly dog:



WHAT!? Puppy was INTERESTED! He did not know what this was!

Curious, curious, curious, SNIFF! Tilt the head puppy, look at it SIDEWAYS! Goooood.

FUN!



ARF! ARF!

Whatever it was it had bones. Maybe if puppy looked CUTE it would share. BIG EYES, make big eyes puppy! Oh OH! Puppy knew what to do! Human's liked it when puppy sat on his bottom like they did and put his front paws up and out in the air, they called him a BEGGER when he did and they SHARED. Ohhhhhh, sharing would make puppy so HAPPY! He would never share, oh no, he was not a silly puppy - let the other BEGGERS learn how to be cute - but he liked people that did share!



WOOF!

Mourninglory - the magically created dancer of Lady China's plot to let Chaos reign follows her program, Beaker the personality conflicted Parrot offers Valley Bird advice:

-I told you, Beaker, I do not think that hoeing would have been right for the Yserbian Idol contest.-

(The domineering parrot puffed his feathers out in a massive disapproving show of superiority. A few dull feathers floated down from his position on Mourninglory's shoulder.)

"Sooo, like totally, you blew it. Gagged me with a cracker. Grody times ten, girl. Like, you could have been so, like, KNOWN. Dancing is totally one of your talents - hellooooooo."

(Beaker had finished a spat of pig latin, or igpay atinlay, not ten minutes before. Mourninglory wondered if this Beaker would be more interested in shopping. She was getting chilly in her garb of veils and a flimsy cloak. A nice pair of breeches, a billowing shirt and an eyepatch sounded just right. She supposed she got that yen from her brother the pirate.)

-I think we just need to move on, Beaker. I'll cast my vote for Black Jacques, and then maybe we can find a crows nest to sleep in for awhile.-

(The parrot was speechless. He was truly gagging on a cracker.)


And here was Ensaneti's act. She has no respect for those that don't honor life, being so bereft of it herself, and she will not let a hypocrite live.
Priory was a creation of another's imagination. He was foul and judgemental, full of hatred and self rightious piety:

Ensaneti's Song

Death Dance - Featuring "ENSANETI'S SONG"

The tavern door blew open, the night rushed in, while the candles and smoking oil lamps blew out. The expected cries of surprise from the patrons of Dragon Court were curiously absent, the silence heavy and deep, thick with magicks and rituals yet to come.

A sinuous current of air moved towards the stage, unseen in the darkness, yet felt. Fleetwood managed to strike a spark from a piece of flint and light the candle on the table nearest the stage. A word of command punctured the unnatural stillness. The single candle's flickering light grew into a halo that bathed the stage in amber and shadows.

"Illuminae!"

The blood red of her eyes fed the candle's feeble flame.Standing on the stage was stark contrast in color and affiliation. White skin of a vampire queen, black hair spilling down a gown as black as the hair, red lips, parted, revealing a glint of a white fangtip, red eyes glowing upon the man standing before her. He too, was a contrast in color. White robes of the clergy, red face filled with fury. Her blood red eyes glowed with the knowledge of the blackness of his heart and mind.

"You, Priory, have been given the gift of life, yet death rolls from you as surely as maggots from the rotting eyeballs of the unloved and unwanted waifs that you allow to starve in the coldness of winter because they're not of your faith, fall to your judgements, and become your ultimate sin. I forgive you. I will take you unto me. Into me. Under my will for eternity. This is my talent, my gift."

She turned and smiled into the darkness beyond the halo of light. Long fangs somehow dainty against the curve of her lips.

"I do this for you, my lovers of life, my singers of songs, my dancers of dances, my tellers of jokes. I do this for me. Death comes, mostly, to all. Cross the threshold knowing you lived while you could, having done your part to banish the evil that Priory - in his narrow minded, mean spirited, blasphemic twistings of a covenant of life and love - represents."

Turning back to Priory, the shadows burned around the red faced man, he was stiff with rage, with powerless, impotent desires to flee or fight the sensations washing over him as she began to whisper a ritual unknown to him, forever part of her. The syllables had a taste the onlookers swallowed.

"Stygian darkness, blood tinged light,
night eternal, without fright,
Abyss opens, power surges,
Life and Death within you merges.
There is no end to this beginning,
No descent to halt ascension,
expanding senses, swollen cravings,
rising tides, released from tension.
Follow me, kneel down and stay,
listen to the words I say,
your life is mine, your death is yours,
accept my death gift, and life shall pour from you
for an eternity,
in my embrace escape, be free,
the shrouds shall part and you will see,
all things that now are mystery.
Come to me now, feel my yearning,
hunger deep within me churning, burning,
the birth of unchained minds and souls,
flying,
crying out with gentle screams of escaping dreams
turned nightmares,
stalking your breathing world of limits.
Finish it.
Destroy the fear that holds you captive,
a willful prisoner is still a slave,
give up your will to me this day,
this night,
this very hour.
Devour,
Empower,
Me."

Priory had relaxed as her words flowed through the room, and him. He watched her with hunger exposed. Dark as his heart, as full as his soul was empty. She tilted her head, questioning.

"Visne saltare?"
(Do you want to dance?)

She pulled him, unresisting, into her arms. The black of her gown's flowing sleeves draped the white of his clergy robes, the red of her lips dipped close to his ear. They danced, swaying to a music unheard by the others, though Fleetwood looked down to find his finger tracing slow patterns in the air in time to the graceful steps of the dancers.

"Da mihi basilia mille..."
(kiss me with a thousand kisses)

He trembled, raising her pale white hand to his lips. They danced on, turning slowing upon the stage. White cloth, then black gown, then faster, and faster, casting lingering shadows of grey on the eyes of the silent watchers.

"Amor est vitae essentia!"
(love is the essence of life)

"Sanguis est vitae essentia!"
(blood is the essence of life)

Priory fell to his knees, trembling, sweating hands raised to cover his face. She pulled his head back, gently.

"Eram quod es, eris quod sum."
(I was what you are, you will be what I am.)

Leaning into him, she arched his neck back, until it was taut - the jugular pulsing thickly for all to see. He sighed.

"Esto perpetue..."
(may you last forever)

She gave him the first bit of wisdom he would need as her eager accolyte.

"Nox praesidium nostri."
(the night is our protection.)

She struck. Gleaming fangs delicately slipped into the flowing river of life undeserved. A fine shower of blood droplets spurted from the punctures, spattering her face with a lacy pattern. She pulled him tightly against her mouth and ravaging lips. As he grew paler, she glowed with a stolen life, a foresaken life. Gasping a final breath of required air, he went limp and fell back upon the stage. Released. Lifeless eyes turning on a rolling head to gaze unseeing at the stunned crowd.

"Consummatum est!"
(It is done!)

Bowing low, she laughed. Blood trickling down her neck.

"All together now... on the count of five, yell "RISE!"."

Her laughter continued unabated, interspersing her countdown, which was joined - after a hardening glance from the instigator at the silent witnesses - by the participants of Dragon Court's soon to be infamous Yserbian Idol contest.

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

"2!"

Ensaneti held up a commanding hand, as she gave the corpse of Priory a hearty kick.

"1 and 1/2!"

Priory stirred, Ensaneti beamed, the crowd leaned forward.

"1!"

"RISE!!!!!"

Her hand wove a simple tornado of motion through the air, Priory screamed, and rose to his feet, limbs rigid. She laughed. And laughed. And laughed. The force of her laughter moved like a stormfront from the stage and banished the halo of flame in its force. Somebody moaned in a resurgance of fear. Fleetwood swore, dropped his flint, hit his head under the table, retrieved it, and struck a spark to the stub of a candle.The stage was empty of all but a small glistening drop of the spilled blood of the unworthy.

...Ensaneti... Stygian darkness, blood tinged light, night eternal, without fright, Abyss opens, power surges, Life and Death within you merges

As a note of interest - I found a website that contained phrases in Latin and fashioned Ensaneti's questions and proclaimations around what was available. As Lilly would say "Ya gotta make do,
or do without, an' moaning an' groaning is a good way ta attract ghosts. Best ta walk in the fields of Delusia, an' smell the fairy flowers."


More Lady China musings:
04-05-2006

*sings*
P is for putrid and smelly
O is for ooky too
I is for illness and idocrateeeeeee

*gags, swallows, sings on*

S is for swallowing vomit
O is for OH, I am feeling kinda ODD
N - it begins a NEW

*lets a grimy hand flutter to her forehead, unable to complete the hooked horn ROCK ON sign she'd tried to give to Dap. She wheezed the last refrain.*

Put them all together - you've got POISON - its gonna ruin the China stew.

*burps*

04-08-2006
First of all - you both need to understand that my Katana is MUCH larger than yours. This being the case, I find that any use of the Katana scoring system for the movies I review would give readers a misleading view of my opinion - or yours. Instead I'll use the "Pleasure/Pain" system of rating. First up - "My Dog Skip"I cried for a week, maybe two, after being emotionally raped the last five minutes of the movie. The poor doggy - the one who'd taken the life of a sheltered, bored, outcast of a little boy and given it adventure and joy - was left to die alone while the boy went on to be a man.I hate men. *hugs her dog*I'm giving it a five cracks of the Whip O'Pain, and because the first part lulled you in to a state of happiness - three licks of the sweet popsicle of pleasure. (You see I'm ramping up for a hot summer already).

05-08-2006
I've been a loyal customer of their anvils and blackhole portals for years now! Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius, needs to check in to the amount of stock a certain Road Runner has in the company. Therein may lie the answer to his continuing product malfuntion. If he's not paranoid, he just doesn't have all the facts. *glances over her shoulder, keeps her portal handy*

05-31-2006
I wrote a poem about Miss Muppet, and being a rat, and life online. Its a conglomeration of imagery - Little Miss Muppet sat down by a puppet and asked that he fill her with lies. She stuck in her claw, right into his jaw - and now she's as happy as pie.Whats that mean? She's creating everything herself. She's using avatars to connect to herself. They're not even nice avatars. Go figure.