Add Your Thoughts to the Isilme'ost story

[Aileen Beau Pre]

Ost'in'isilme'mela: City of Moonlight Love

I thought it might be interesting to let those who have ideas for the way the story should go to let them have a shot. I will start the story and everyone can add on as it goes. It would be interesting to see what some of you come up with. Anyone can post at anytime and there is no length restriction. Let your imagination take grasp of the story and carry it to whatever hights you can think of.  

[Aileen Beau Pre]

Basic History

Ost'in'isilme'mela also known as Isilme'ost the moonlight city, is a wondrous place that was once inhabited by hundreds of people. They walked the street together as one, rather then individuals. The mix of races never lifted in the city higher then o say what they were. Weather they where vampire, angel, elf, yoko, demon, shape shifter or anything other type of creature, everyone got alone, even the sworn enemies. It was those in the outside world that became jealous of the tails that were told of the city, it's greatness and the peace it held. All manor of creature rose against the city, killing the inhabitants. To them it was a vile place that should not exist, but when they trued to burn the city to the ground, the builds re-grew, as if the gods themselves wished the city to live. The streets sing, a choir more beautiful then any in the world, or even in heaven. Now there song has soften to a sad lullaby, rocking the few inhabatints that have returned to sleep in the never ending night. The only light in the quiet streets is that of the silver and crimson twin moons. But once every hundred years, the moons come to full, and cross paths in a perfect X across the sky, the silver passing before the crimson, known as The Lily's Night and every other centery the crimson before the silver, The Blood Drawn Night. Now the moons reach, once again, the Lily's night, and the streets songs raise in hope, singing beside the animals of a triumphant rise of the city. It's children may walk the streets once more, and the land will be of the balance it once was.

 

[Aileen Beau Pre]

Keri's mind wandered back to her childhood in the beautiful Isilme'Ost and wondered how it had fallen to such ruines. She was glad to be back, to spread her violet angel wings once again without regarde for who was around her. Though the Moons Café was almost empty there was a young man in a darknened corner, and small group at another table. As she waslked back to the bar, her feet entangled with the leg of a chair, and she tripped, falling forward her tray with half empty glasses tumbling out of her hands. Then she wasn't falling. Zeek was holding her and her tray giving her a cross look.
"Zeke, I'm so sorry." She stutered.
"Keri how many times have I told you stop day dreaming about the past. This isn't the Isilme'ost you where raised in, and theres nothing you can do about it." He held her shoulder till she was steady on her feet and walked back to the counter, setting the tray down.
"I know, but I can't help it. I miss the old songs."
"Well you're lucky I'm a vampire, otherwise who would catch you every time you fall?" he joked and she smiled brightly.
"I know, and I thank the gods every day for that. Well I guess in our case every night."
"I forget you have been to the lands of day. Most of us who survived the attack had been elsewhere in the night relm."
"I know." She leaned over the counter a little father, her voice lowering to a whisper. "Who's tall, dark and handsom in the far corner?"
"I'm not sure, I've never seen him around, and you know how long I've been here." He whipped the streaks from a tall glass and turned away.
"Hey don't turn your back on me, I need a tall hot shot." She laughed. She saw Zeek's sholders shake as he laughed. A few bottles clancked, and a few secounds later he turned to hand her a tall glass with a dark caramel colored liqued.
"Don't drop it." She glared at him, taking the glass steadily in her hands. She maoved back to the corners and one of the boys at the closer tables, drunk and delusional, stuck out his leg and tripped her. She spun back to see Zeek snarling at the boys before his eyes turned to shock as she stopped half way through her fall. Raising her gaze, she found herself looking up at the stranger from the corner booth. He had the Hot Shot drink balanced in one hand, and his arm holding her.
"Um, thank you." She whispered, staring into electric blue eyes.
"Of coarse." His voice was silk against her skin. He pulled her to her feet and took the glass back to his table. Once the small group recovered from there shock, the young man that had tripped her stood and walked over to her.
"Wha' ya' thinken runin my fun?" he growled, worlds slured from the alcohol.
"You had no right to trip her like that." His silk voice never reached higher then a whisper, his eyes reading a small book in his hands.
"She sereves us, so we do as we damn wells please."
"I think not. She serves your drinks and food, but nothing more. This is not bar where you can buy the woman and treat them as you please." His eyes never left the book. <******** off!" the drunk young man swipped a hand across the table hitting the Hot Shot, and sending it to cover the strangers clothes and book. His eyes rose, the electric blue sending a shiver through every ones spine.
"I have been nothing but kind, but now I must ask you to leave, for I am sure you are getting on the young owners nerves."
"I'll leave when I feel like it!" He turned his back to the stranger and a moment later was on the ground, blood seeping between his lips.