The Dance of Death

Supernatural Stories | Jul 19, 2013 | 2 min read
8 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
Out of smokey haze, surrounded by the dull reflection of firelight, illuminated by the red light of stained glass, came a gently writhing, softly twisting figure. An almost insidious beauty. As she moved thorugh the candlelight he saw she was adorned in tattered silks and bones, tarnished chains hung from the skirts upon her pale hips.
On the small strange creatures played their instruments, smoke billowing and seeping from their jaws and nostrils, seeming to carry the onimous melody with it. The man lost his mind to the deep rythym of their drums and the seductive song of their strings, as his very self seemed to be consumed by the music, and his spirit frozen by the dark ladies dance.
Her long tattooed arms snaked through the air, claws glinting as her hands gently twirled around her ever fluid body. A veil hung from what seemed to be twisting horns and mishapen ornaments upon her skull, tangled curls of white hair fell from beneath it, reaching almost her ankles. Her chest covered with nothing but a leather band above her waist, from which various small rusted and tarnished talismans and small bones dangled, framing pale breasts and black nipples. He could begin to see now that this was not indeed a woman but some narfarious creature, and he found he could no longer feel his own body, or barely grasp his own thoughts.Entranced by the sweet sting of her very presence, his fear melted so deep within him he became numb.
The dancer seemed to move with the curling smoke upon the floor, closer and closer, weaving in and out, as if stalking prey. Those long claws seeming to search for something inside him, reaching in and out and around her again, Her strange head turning and cocking like a wicked bird.
The tempo thundered inside him and seemed to be echoing fromt he bowels of the earth itself, in such a way it drowned out the sound of his own heartbeat pumping furiously. His vision wavered in the dim light, barely able to see thesilhouette of the veiled creature before him. And suddenly he could taste his fear, and could not escape the inexplicable knowing that death was here, for him. The veil began to melt away into black smoke, swirling aorund her, revealing a most striking face. Two knarled deep green horns rose from her forehead wrapping in leather and silver rings, strands of white hanging from them like cobwebs, and braided and tied into her silky mass of white were feathers and bones centered with the carved skull of what looked like a raven. From it's beak hung a small crescent moon that rested just above a strange slit in the center of her forehead that bulged slighty. But what captivated him was to see that her large almond eyes, framed in a band of black paint, were silver like the full moon itself. But before he could process this entirety of strangeness her lips parted, bearing a sinsiter smile of pointed teeth, the slit of her forehead snapped open,a black, deep and all knowing eye. And...nothing.

~Arbuckle~
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