Post by Megami on Oct 28, 2007 21:54:42 GMT -5
The Horror Keeper
If you killed her, she wouldn’t die.
Some people claimed that it was the fact that she spent all her free time –time when she wasn’t harassing, bothering, annoying, embarrassing, or in general being herself to other people, mostly her brother- around poisonous and flesh-eating plants that was what did it.
Others thought that it was because she had a heart of ice, and eyes to match. The only reason she was alive, they said, was because her hair was flame and kept her body just warm enough to function.
Those uncultured and scared of what they don’t understand said that she was a dragon that had eaten the flesh out of a human skin, and then morphed to be inside. They said she had teeth that were sharpened to points, and fingernails that were sharp enough to cut through skin. She was believed to be able to breathe fire if upset.
She wasn’t any of these things, or any of the other things that were said behind her back. She knew about them, and did everything in her considerable power to make people believe in them. If it was anyone else, there would be some cheesy-ass line here, such as “It was better to be a myth,” and so on, but this wasn’t just anyone, this was Luecothea.
The Horror Keeper.
She could spin words like a spider spun it’s web, all gossamer threads that you couldn’t see until you were entangles in the shinning trap. Many people compared her to a spider. She was all glittering colors with such a small body, but she moved like lightning, and once you were bitten, you died.
Leucothea. Many people considered it a beautiful name, to others, it was the very epiphany of evil and destruction.
It was simply the way she talked, the way she could turn her head just enough to fix you with a paralyzing gaze that left you with the feeling that you’d only just escaped with your life. Her ice-blue eyes could see your soul, and never liked what they saw.
With Leucothea, there were fine lines that couldn’t be distinguished unless you’d had a serious dose of something really illegal. She think that she was above anyone else, as she had a personal hatred for people who thought to much of themselves, or had a high ranking position in live, but she simply felt that others were bellow her. There was all the difference on Pern when it came to Leucothea.
Leucothea had a very long attention span. When things took place over years, even centuries, she would sit and watch, smiling slightly in a way that made you so glad you were not the subject of her scrutiny.
She had no emotion. Many people simply pretended that they did not have emotions, so as not to be hurt by others for fear of their delicate hearts. Leucothea had no emotion. If happiness or joy could survive the hell that was her logical and cynical mind, then when they left, they would be shriveled, poisonous things that would only cause pain to others. Elation was simply the thrill of the chase, of the hunt, of the fact that she was the chaser, and the chased was shrieking in fear.
This is Leucothea.
This is The Horror Keeper.
If you killed her, she wouldn’t die.
Some people claimed that it was the fact that she spent all her free time –time when she wasn’t harassing, bothering, annoying, embarrassing, or in general being herself to other people, mostly her brother- around poisonous and flesh-eating plants that was what did it.
Others thought that it was because she had a heart of ice, and eyes to match. The only reason she was alive, they said, was because her hair was flame and kept her body just warm enough to function.
Those uncultured and scared of what they don’t understand said that she was a dragon that had eaten the flesh out of a human skin, and then morphed to be inside. They said she had teeth that were sharpened to points, and fingernails that were sharp enough to cut through skin. She was believed to be able to breathe fire if upset.
She wasn’t any of these things, or any of the other things that were said behind her back. She knew about them, and did everything in her considerable power to make people believe in them. If it was anyone else, there would be some cheesy-ass line here, such as “It was better to be a myth,” and so on, but this wasn’t just anyone, this was Luecothea.
The Horror Keeper.
She could spin words like a spider spun it’s web, all gossamer threads that you couldn’t see until you were entangles in the shinning trap. Many people compared her to a spider. She was all glittering colors with such a small body, but she moved like lightning, and once you were bitten, you died.
Leucothea. Many people considered it a beautiful name, to others, it was the very epiphany of evil and destruction.
It was simply the way she talked, the way she could turn her head just enough to fix you with a paralyzing gaze that left you with the feeling that you’d only just escaped with your life. Her ice-blue eyes could see your soul, and never liked what they saw.
With Leucothea, there were fine lines that couldn’t be distinguished unless you’d had a serious dose of something really illegal. She think that she was above anyone else, as she had a personal hatred for people who thought to much of themselves, or had a high ranking position in live, but she simply felt that others were bellow her. There was all the difference on Pern when it came to Leucothea.
Leucothea had a very long attention span. When things took place over years, even centuries, she would sit and watch, smiling slightly in a way that made you so glad you were not the subject of her scrutiny.
She had no emotion. Many people simply pretended that they did not have emotions, so as not to be hurt by others for fear of their delicate hearts. Leucothea had no emotion. If happiness or joy could survive the hell that was her logical and cynical mind, then when they left, they would be shriveled, poisonous things that would only cause pain to others. Elation was simply the thrill of the chase, of the hunt, of the fact that she was the chaser, and the chased was shrieking in fear.
This is Leucothea.
This is The Horror Keeper.
