MWHAHAHAA peeps. Ummm.... yeah..... *slinks away embarassed*. This might even be moving in the direction I intended it to
GASP etc. Please R 'n' R, help always needed *BIG GRIN*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jareth, the new Goblin king, paced restlessly, aggravated. He had waited a long time for his ascention, watching for years
as his brother's powers weakened and the Labyrinth became feeble and pathetic. It was an utter relief to him that he had
died when he had, before a neighbouring kingdom had acknowledged their weakness and tried to attack. Their kingdom was
luckily blessed with a reputation of being unconquerable from the times of the ancients. Jareth had not however, been
foolish enough to think that such a reputation would stop them from attacking eventually. Sooner or later they would have
seen how the power was crumbling. He stopped and seated himself on his throne, smiling slightly. But this all could be
remedied now that he possessed the realm and not his brother. His foolish, soft brother. His eyes narrowed again in
annoyance as he remembered how much he would have to repair from all his brother had done wrong. Harsher discipline.
Colder, stronger punishments and attacks. He smirked to himself and raised an eyebrow as he saw a young serving girl
weaving her way through the goblins cluttered around him. And of course, an edge of casual cruelty. He couldn't resist a
small laugh at how she avoided his gaze, placing the plans of the Labyrinth's layout before him with her head bowed. She
must be one of his conquests, but then hadn't he had most of the women in this castle? He sneered slightly to himself.
What else was there to do whilst waiting for your chance at power? He had become renowned not only for his chilling lack of
compassion but also for his ability to charm any woman he wanted. "Girl." he said sharply as she turned to leave, giving
her pause. She reluctantly turned to him, head still bowed. He smiled in amusement and lifted her chin. "Kiss." he
demanded simply, creeping his hand round the back of her neck and drawing her on to his lap. She submitted meekly, allowing
him to press his mouth upon hers and taste her with a hot kiss, flickering his tongue out across her bottom lip. He suddenly
bit her sharply, enough to illicit a squeak of pain and a small trickle of blood.
"Playing again I see Jareth?"
Jareth smiled up at his friend Orin who had just entered the room and was treating him to an equally amused grin. Orin was a
nobleman that had been Jareth's friend for as long as he could recall, and now possessed control of all of his armies.
Jareth gave the girl a sharp shove off of him and flicked the goblins out of the room. "Harsh day my friend?" he inquired,
catching the girl's arm in an iron grip when she attempted to leave. "One of the more aggravating days, yes My Lord." Orin
replied, flicking a dismissive glance at a piece of air that promptly held a chair for him to recline upon. "You hear that
my dear? My friend is in need of relaxation." said Jareth, fixing a sly smile upon the girl. She remained frozen, eyes
darting frantically beneath her fringe of hair. "Sir?" she said in an uncertain voice. "You comprehend perfectly well.
Give my friend, something to unwind him after such a tiresome day." he continued sweetly, pushing her towards Orin. Orin
merely smiled and leant back, beckoning the girl towards him whilst reaching one hand to undo the belt of his trousers. She
let out a long, tortured breath before stepping forwards...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I find it hard to believe that you were even more evil than you are now."
"Trust me Sarah, you are not one to judge. Wait, and you will see everything..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The flame of Serita's torch went out for the forth time and she cursed silently in the dark. Who would think the wind inside
this tunnel could be so strong? She took some slow calming breaths as stars danced across her otherwise black vision. No
room, no room, no room. Her bag was still attached to her ankle, dragging along after her as she crawled on her belly
through this crawl space barely big enough for a child. Her neck ached from not being able to look up without smashing her
head against bare rock. When she had done this years before with Old Mother Rashinta she had cried so hard that Rashinta had
thought she was going to make herself ill. Three days underground with nothing but a tiny flame to light her path, crawling
like a snake, breathing stale clammy air. She had thought she would come out of the tunnel and the sun would blind her, as
though she were one of those decadent creations of night that crawled around in the dirt. She needed the sun, she needed
light and air and freedom and space and the trees and the sky..... She curled herself into a ball, the walls of the tunnel
digging into her back and knees as she breathed rapidly, trying to calm herself. It was only darkness. Darkness could not
destroy her. No, it couldn't. But being stuck down here forever could. A ragged whimper escaped her mouth before she could
stop it. NO NO NO NO NO, she wasn't frightened. Another small snivel came out, and she let out a shriek of pure frustration
and fear that echoed through the entire tunnel. She started as her torch sparked back to life with a pale, irisdescently
green flame. She stared in disbelief as it flickered gently, almost soothingly. She had never been able to do anything like
that before. She stiffened sharply, eyes darting even though there was nowhere for anyone to hide. Nervous, but not willing
to lose this opportunity to travel more ground, she snatched up the torch and scrambled on through the tunnel.
GASP etc. Please R 'n' R, help always needed *BIG GRIN*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jareth, the new Goblin king, paced restlessly, aggravated. He had waited a long time for his ascention, watching for years
as his brother's powers weakened and the Labyrinth became feeble and pathetic. It was an utter relief to him that he had
died when he had, before a neighbouring kingdom had acknowledged their weakness and tried to attack. Their kingdom was
luckily blessed with a reputation of being unconquerable from the times of the ancients. Jareth had not however, been
foolish enough to think that such a reputation would stop them from attacking eventually. Sooner or later they would have
seen how the power was crumbling. He stopped and seated himself on his throne, smiling slightly. But this all could be
remedied now that he possessed the realm and not his brother. His foolish, soft brother. His eyes narrowed again in
annoyance as he remembered how much he would have to repair from all his brother had done wrong. Harsher discipline.
Colder, stronger punishments and attacks. He smirked to himself and raised an eyebrow as he saw a young serving girl
weaving her way through the goblins cluttered around him. And of course, an edge of casual cruelty. He couldn't resist a
small laugh at how she avoided his gaze, placing the plans of the Labyrinth's layout before him with her head bowed. She
must be one of his conquests, but then hadn't he had most of the women in this castle? He sneered slightly to himself.
What else was there to do whilst waiting for your chance at power? He had become renowned not only for his chilling lack of
compassion but also for his ability to charm any woman he wanted. "Girl." he said sharply as she turned to leave, giving
her pause. She reluctantly turned to him, head still bowed. He smiled in amusement and lifted her chin. "Kiss." he
demanded simply, creeping his hand round the back of her neck and drawing her on to his lap. She submitted meekly, allowing
him to press his mouth upon hers and taste her with a hot kiss, flickering his tongue out across her bottom lip. He suddenly
bit her sharply, enough to illicit a squeak of pain and a small trickle of blood.
"Playing again I see Jareth?"
Jareth smiled up at his friend Orin who had just entered the room and was treating him to an equally amused grin. Orin was a
nobleman that had been Jareth's friend for as long as he could recall, and now possessed control of all of his armies.
Jareth gave the girl a sharp shove off of him and flicked the goblins out of the room. "Harsh day my friend?" he inquired,
catching the girl's arm in an iron grip when she attempted to leave. "One of the more aggravating days, yes My Lord." Orin
replied, flicking a dismissive glance at a piece of air that promptly held a chair for him to recline upon. "You hear that
my dear? My friend is in need of relaxation." said Jareth, fixing a sly smile upon the girl. She remained frozen, eyes
darting frantically beneath her fringe of hair. "Sir?" she said in an uncertain voice. "You comprehend perfectly well.
Give my friend, something to unwind him after such a tiresome day." he continued sweetly, pushing her towards Orin. Orin
merely smiled and leant back, beckoning the girl towards him whilst reaching one hand to undo the belt of his trousers. She
let out a long, tortured breath before stepping forwards...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I find it hard to believe that you were even more evil than you are now."
"Trust me Sarah, you are not one to judge. Wait, and you will see everything..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The flame of Serita's torch went out for the forth time and she cursed silently in the dark. Who would think the wind inside
this tunnel could be so strong? She took some slow calming breaths as stars danced across her otherwise black vision. No
room, no room, no room. Her bag was still attached to her ankle, dragging along after her as she crawled on her belly
through this crawl space barely big enough for a child. Her neck ached from not being able to look up without smashing her
head against bare rock. When she had done this years before with Old Mother Rashinta she had cried so hard that Rashinta had
thought she was going to make herself ill. Three days underground with nothing but a tiny flame to light her path, crawling
like a snake, breathing stale clammy air. She had thought she would come out of the tunnel and the sun would blind her, as
though she were one of those decadent creations of night that crawled around in the dirt. She needed the sun, she needed
light and air and freedom and space and the trees and the sky..... She curled herself into a ball, the walls of the tunnel
digging into her back and knees as she breathed rapidly, trying to calm herself. It was only darkness. Darkness could not
destroy her. No, it couldn't. But being stuck down here forever could. A ragged whimper escaped her mouth before she could
stop it. NO NO NO NO NO, she wasn't frightened. Another small snivel came out, and she let out a shriek of pure frustration
and fear that echoed through the entire tunnel. She started as her torch sparked back to life with a pale, irisdescently
green flame. She stared in disbelief as it flickered gently, almost soothingly. She had never been able to do anything like
that before. She stiffened sharply, eyes darting even though there was nowhere for anyone to hide. Nervous, but not willing
to lose this opportunity to travel more ground, she snatched up the torch and scrambled on through the tunnel.