Post by PICKLE ABREY on Aug 4, 2012 0:16:14 GMT -5
I'm just putting this here because this is probably one of the most amazing things that I've ever written. It was my very first RP sample on OUAC, for my very first character. It tells the story of the Spirit of Tiger Lily leaving Neverland, and jumping into our world.
Night twinkled in the sky, fairies decorated the sky, dancing, and singing in that little unique way, playing with the fireflies. Princess Tiger Lily sat quietly, not moving an inch, not making a single sound, simply just watching. She was stoic, an almost haunting image as the wind pushed careful wisps of hair over her face, tickling her cheeks like black smoke. The Princess sat in the tall grasses with her legs folded to the side, one hand draped over her lap, and the other on the ground.
Where was Peter? He had been gone for so long now. There were still fairies, but they were quickly beginning to disappear as well. People were beginning to disappear, maybe they had gone onto trips? But there were hushed whispers from the Indian Tribe. There was something wrong, none of their own had gone missing. So what did it mean? Voices echoed behind the little Princess, and she turned her head slowly, turning her ear towards the sound. Her lips pursed, trying to listen. But nothing. The voices had stopped, and silence suddenly draped over the night.
Tiger Lily turned her head foward once more, and suddenly became alarmed. The fireflies were gone, there was no mystical sound of glowing of the fairies. Crickets were silent, frogs wern't croaking. Even the constnat rumble of the tribe had gone silent. Quickly, the little princess stood on her bare feet, and spun around for the glowing sight of the bonfire back home and she ran.
As she whipped over the grass, not even it made a sound. Her movements didn't make a sound, even as the grass bent out of the way. She ran for them, they were still there. Talking, but no sound was out of their mouth. She waved her little arms, no one looked. No one noticed her. Tiger Lily's brows knitted over her wise brown eyes, wise for such a small child. The one person that wouldn't ignore her, was the Cheif, her father. She pushed the flap of the tent out of the way, which caused the Cheif to look up, past the smoke tendriling up and out of the tent.
Tiger Lily expected to see a smile on her father's face, but he only lowered his back down to the embers, trying to read the smoke.
"Father." Came her small voice. As light at the smoke, but a certain strength weaving in the undertones. Carefully, and on her toes, she moved around the small pit, and rested her hand on her father's shoulder. He stared at her hand, but continued to work, beganning to chant in his low, gruff tone.
He never ignored his little daughter. Tiger Lily tried to push him, to nudge him. But it was like pushing at a rock that refused to move. Now panic began to settle on her neck, her russet skin prickling with goosebumps. She ran from the tent in horror. The Cheif had reacted like she wasn't in the room. As she ran through the time, she yanked, pushed, and pulled on clothes. No one made a sound, no one even looked at her. All deafening silence.
The Princess bolted again. To the one place she had sworn she would never reveal. She pounded on the tree, she ran around it, she pounded on it again. She even dropped down to the secret hole beneath it, and let out a warning cry. Her voice wavering in a tribal sound, something secret that had been between her and Peter. She was never able to scream, she was far too quiet for that. Instead, they developed a special call for each other, if one or the other was in trouble. The sound came out of her mouth, but there was no reply. She could hear herself, but nothing else. Peter didn't reply, he would have come. No matter how angry, if his friends were in trouble, he would get to her. At least Tinkerbell, as jealous as that mischevious little fairy could be.
Tiger Lily sunk down against the tree, her knees pulling up against her chest, her dark arms wrapping around her knees, and she began to cry. Princesses didn't cry, especially one as strong as Tiger Lily was known to be. But deep down, further than that, she was still a child. A child that had been ignored, left alone, and couldn't hear anything at all.
Red nosed, she pushed her hands against her little nose, and sniffled. Brown eyes looked down, and she felt a scream build in her throat. She could see through her hand. Holding it up, she was able to see the trees, the forest, right through her hands. She began to gasp, and turned, trying to scramble beneath the tree. Her fingers desperately digging at the ground, until the ground no longer moved for her hands. Like a ghost clawing at the ground, nothing happened. When she moved against the grass, the grass simply went through her. She was insignificant now, unable to move a single blade of grass.
There was just a simple thought in the back of her head. She was being forgotten, and indeed she was. What was her name again? Something having to do with a flower. She began to heave, where did she live again? What was her father's name? A final cry, a scream of absolute horror, a sound purely child pealed from her mouth. Before no sound, everything even her voice had gone silent, and she burst.
Like petals thrown into a fan, she burst, leaving behind the smallest, fist-sized ball of light. She could still see, and feel, but she couldn't remember. It seemed almost sleepy, and dream like. Without thinking of it much, the light began to move. It launched into the sky, free, heading straight for the mainland. She listened in the silence, veering off suddenly to the left, then to the right.
Still in a dream-like state of mind, what remained of Princess Tiger Lily bounced along the ocean like a skipping stone, before zipping quickly onto land. She was moving too quickly now, out of her control. Where was she from? Where was she going? The light burst through a window upon a sleeping Annie Martin. Without pausing, the light dove into the woman's body. The small bump of her stomach, illuminating in just the dullest glow. The sleeping woman took in a startled breath, before simply rolling back over to sleep, never alerted to anything out of the ordinary.
But a monstrosity, and a blessing had happened. The end of Princess Tiger Lily had finally come, alone and frightened. And the beginning of Andrea Connie Mathin began to form within Annie Mathin's womb.
Night twinkled in the sky, fairies decorated the sky, dancing, and singing in that little unique way, playing with the fireflies. Princess Tiger Lily sat quietly, not moving an inch, not making a single sound, simply just watching. She was stoic, an almost haunting image as the wind pushed careful wisps of hair over her face, tickling her cheeks like black smoke. The Princess sat in the tall grasses with her legs folded to the side, one hand draped over her lap, and the other on the ground.
Where was Peter? He had been gone for so long now. There were still fairies, but they were quickly beginning to disappear as well. People were beginning to disappear, maybe they had gone onto trips? But there were hushed whispers from the Indian Tribe. There was something wrong, none of their own had gone missing. So what did it mean? Voices echoed behind the little Princess, and she turned her head slowly, turning her ear towards the sound. Her lips pursed, trying to listen. But nothing. The voices had stopped, and silence suddenly draped over the night.
Tiger Lily turned her head foward once more, and suddenly became alarmed. The fireflies were gone, there was no mystical sound of glowing of the fairies. Crickets were silent, frogs wern't croaking. Even the constnat rumble of the tribe had gone silent. Quickly, the little princess stood on her bare feet, and spun around for the glowing sight of the bonfire back home and she ran.
As she whipped over the grass, not even it made a sound. Her movements didn't make a sound, even as the grass bent out of the way. She ran for them, they were still there. Talking, but no sound was out of their mouth. She waved her little arms, no one looked. No one noticed her. Tiger Lily's brows knitted over her wise brown eyes, wise for such a small child. The one person that wouldn't ignore her, was the Cheif, her father. She pushed the flap of the tent out of the way, which caused the Cheif to look up, past the smoke tendriling up and out of the tent.
Tiger Lily expected to see a smile on her father's face, but he only lowered his back down to the embers, trying to read the smoke.
"Father." Came her small voice. As light at the smoke, but a certain strength weaving in the undertones. Carefully, and on her toes, she moved around the small pit, and rested her hand on her father's shoulder. He stared at her hand, but continued to work, beganning to chant in his low, gruff tone.
He never ignored his little daughter. Tiger Lily tried to push him, to nudge him. But it was like pushing at a rock that refused to move. Now panic began to settle on her neck, her russet skin prickling with goosebumps. She ran from the tent in horror. The Cheif had reacted like she wasn't in the room. As she ran through the time, she yanked, pushed, and pulled on clothes. No one made a sound, no one even looked at her. All deafening silence.
The Princess bolted again. To the one place she had sworn she would never reveal. She pounded on the tree, she ran around it, she pounded on it again. She even dropped down to the secret hole beneath it, and let out a warning cry. Her voice wavering in a tribal sound, something secret that had been between her and Peter. She was never able to scream, she was far too quiet for that. Instead, they developed a special call for each other, if one or the other was in trouble. The sound came out of her mouth, but there was no reply. She could hear herself, but nothing else. Peter didn't reply, he would have come. No matter how angry, if his friends were in trouble, he would get to her. At least Tinkerbell, as jealous as that mischevious little fairy could be.
Tiger Lily sunk down against the tree, her knees pulling up against her chest, her dark arms wrapping around her knees, and she began to cry. Princesses didn't cry, especially one as strong as Tiger Lily was known to be. But deep down, further than that, she was still a child. A child that had been ignored, left alone, and couldn't hear anything at all.
Red nosed, she pushed her hands against her little nose, and sniffled. Brown eyes looked down, and she felt a scream build in her throat. She could see through her hand. Holding it up, she was able to see the trees, the forest, right through her hands. She began to gasp, and turned, trying to scramble beneath the tree. Her fingers desperately digging at the ground, until the ground no longer moved for her hands. Like a ghost clawing at the ground, nothing happened. When she moved against the grass, the grass simply went through her. She was insignificant now, unable to move a single blade of grass.
There was just a simple thought in the back of her head. She was being forgotten, and indeed she was. What was her name again? Something having to do with a flower. She began to heave, where did she live again? What was her father's name? A final cry, a scream of absolute horror, a sound purely child pealed from her mouth. Before no sound, everything even her voice had gone silent, and she burst.
Like petals thrown into a fan, she burst, leaving behind the smallest, fist-sized ball of light. She could still see, and feel, but she couldn't remember. It seemed almost sleepy, and dream like. Without thinking of it much, the light began to move. It launched into the sky, free, heading straight for the mainland. She listened in the silence, veering off suddenly to the left, then to the right.
Still in a dream-like state of mind, what remained of Princess Tiger Lily bounced along the ocean like a skipping stone, before zipping quickly onto land. She was moving too quickly now, out of her control. Where was she from? Where was she going? The light burst through a window upon a sleeping Annie Martin. Without pausing, the light dove into the woman's body. The small bump of her stomach, illuminating in just the dullest glow. The sleeping woman took in a startled breath, before simply rolling back over to sleep, never alerted to anything out of the ordinary.
But a monstrosity, and a blessing had happened. The end of Princess Tiger Lily had finally come, alone and frightened. And the beginning of Andrea Connie Mathin began to form within Annie Mathin's womb.
