Post by Victory Rosilia Rioz on Jan 7, 2017 16:09:26 GMT -5
Victory Rosilia Rioz // Witch
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There was a particular thrill that came with the concept of death. How would you die? Would it be due to an accident? Old age? Murder? If it was murder, then by who? What details were important in this murder and how would Victory ever thank them. Allowing the wind to whip through her long curls, Victory kept her eyes focused on the headstone before her. The stones had obvious signs of wither due to weather, but beyond that it was still a rather odd sight. The words were craved into the mass stone with such precision, that it almost looked as though it had been hand crafted. Every little detail was brilliant by design, a true wonder to the eye. A small smile cracked across the woman's lips as she read the engraved text out loud.
"Here lies Victory Rosilia Nokomis Rioz. Witch of the Ancient, and mother to Kole, Jeremy, and Kendrick."
Raising her hand up, she allowed her fingers to flicker. As her fingers flickered in the air, the tombstone shattered into the air all round her. As shattered pieces swarmed around Victory, orbiting around her at a faster and faster pace. As the pace increased, the pieces began chipping against one another more frequently. This pattern continued until finally all the pieces fell to the ground now in the form of fragmented sand. Looking down at the sand like substance, Victory couldn't help but find the humor in the situation. Someone had gone through an awful lot of trouble to give the appearance that she was dead. Pressing her lips tightly together,Victory stepped over the sand. Once reaching the other side of the sand, Victory flicked her hand. With this simple flick, her entire body seemed to spiral out of it's typical form and disappear. Apparitions were't exactly fun, but they were the faster ways to get from location to location.
Catching her balance as the apparition came to an end, Victory set her sights on a rather particular home. Dusting herself off first, she then began walking the short street towards the tall standing home. Once reaching the door, Victory debates her methods for several seconds. The rumors had been spiraling the island like some form of disease. This island, Promised Island, it was still fairly new. And from the rumors, it seemed that first baby of the island would soon be born. "Alohomora." The words rolled off her lips in the form of a gentle whisper. As the words danced along the air around her, the door soon made a loud clicking sound Gently wrapping her fingers around the doorknob, Victory welcomed herself inside the home.
The home had been beautifully kept, more so than the curious mother could have ever expected from her son. Kendrick had always been her trouble maker, but something about him told her that he would be the one to bring forth a child. Pictures clung to the wall, showing Kendrick and a blonde woman. Some of their various adventures, some were of their carnival life and some were of their wedding. Narrowing her eyes, Victory sat upon the nearest couch and picked up the picture frame on the table beside. Studying the image, a eerie smirk grew upon her lip. Things had certainly just gotten more interesting.
Catching her balance as the apparition came to an end, Victory set her sights on a rather particular home. Dusting herself off first, she then began walking the short street towards the tall standing home. Once reaching the door, Victory debates her methods for several seconds. The rumors had been spiraling the island like some form of disease. This island, Promised Island, it was still fairly new. And from the rumors, it seemed that first baby of the island would soon be born. "Alohomora." The words rolled off her lips in the form of a gentle whisper. As the words danced along the air around her, the door soon made a loud clicking sound Gently wrapping her fingers around the doorknob, Victory welcomed herself inside the home.
The home had been beautifully kept, more so than the curious mother could have ever expected from her son. Kendrick had always been her trouble maker, but something about him told her that he would be the one to bring forth a child. Pictures clung to the wall, showing Kendrick and a blonde woman. Some of their various adventures, some were of their carnival life and some were of their wedding. Narrowing her eyes, Victory sat upon the nearest couch and picked up the picture frame on the table beside. Studying the image, a eerie smirk grew upon her lip. Things had certainly just gotten more interesting.
A RAGING SEA
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credit to nat of adoxography.