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       #Post#: 344663--------------------------------------------------
       The Clearing
       By: iDestroyer Date: June 20, 2013, 11:24 pm
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       Its a clearing:
       Fauna and flora are plentiful.
       Food and shelter are plentiful
       Everything one wants exists within the massive city-sized grass
       utopia hidden within a vast forest of dense darkwood trees.
       Everyone is welcome, everything is welcome, war, strife, love
       and joy are all welcomed equally and with gracious arms here
       Come, sit, join in, or watch from the shadows.
       :Sitting with both hands pressed flat together; legs swung over
       each other in a crossing fashion, Zero - as he was called by
       those who knew him - waited at the heart of the glorious meadow
       amidst the wild lands, and gently walked through both memories
       and thoughts while the breeze blew his silk-white hair to and
       fro. His black cloak held most of his form in a secret embrace,
       but the viciousness of his hair could not be tamed by the dark
       fabric which concealed the rest of his body. It moved nearly of
       its own doing, as he payed it no mind, and waited in ignorant
       bliss for the rest of the universe to slow to the same pace as
       he.
       Of course that would not happen, but nonetheless, he could sit
       and wait for many many moons without losing faith in such a
       pointless cause:
       #Post#: 344671--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Clearing
       By: Celene Date: June 20, 2013, 11:51 pm
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       Celene sat on the small pallet of wood that was tied to two
       pieces of rope, which was attached to the above limb of a rather
       large tree. Her hair in its normal state of curls framed her
       face, shielding it even a bit as she watched the ground move
       beneath her as she swung. The light breeze kept the weather the
       perfect temperature to be out in nature. She was hidden by the
       shadows of the treeline only showing up when the swing swung out
       just a little too far, and when it did she was met by the
       glorious shine of the bright sun, only to retreat back and then
       repeat the process.
       She had no care in the world in this moment. Time seemed to be
       frozen in place, just as she liked it. There was no people she
       had to please and no things needing to be done; everything was
       peaceful and rather quiet. Here and there were the faint
       rustling of animals in the forest and the chirp of a bird, but
       besides that things were quiet. Peeking up from the ground, she
       noticed a figure sitting in the middle of the meadow, just n the
       other side of the treeline, where the sun was beating down on.
       She pondered the thought of talking to him, before wondering if
       he even seen her. She settled with the thought of letting him be
       the first to speak seeing as she was rather content with just
       swinging for the moment.
       #Post#: 344675--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Clearing
       By: iDestroyer Date: June 21, 2013, 12:04 am
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       This sound, like a rhythmic ebb and flow of wind and earth;
       something like a chirp and a creak, faint between each beat of
       the proverbial heart, caught Zero's attention ever so slightly.
       His eyes opened to the world around him; the dancing waves of
       his luminous hair twisting around his face til not but one
       vibrant blue eye could be seen. He looked away from the gilded
       strands of emerald and jade that lay before his position, and
       traced the sound back across the great expanse of grass to its
       origin. Somewhere in the darker reaches; beyond the suns warm
       embrace, he could feel the heat of another soul.
       Another creature nearby? Perplexed and amused, curious and
       intrigued, Zero rose from his seated position, dusted off his
       black cloak, pulled his hair taught behind his head and into the
       recesses of the dark fabric, as he made a casual path towards
       the thing that had drawn him from his wayward day-dreaming. He
       took but a few steps before he saw what had eluded his
       perception only moments before, as first feet, then a body and a
       face flitted into the warmth of the day, and retreated once more
       into the darkness.
       A woman? Here in the glade, the meadow, the clearing? Zero
       seemed astonished for a moment; only witnessing the fairer sex a
       few times in his journey, and never when he was free of his
       masters guidance. He took his steps much slower, and much more
       cautiously after realizing what lay before him, and with baited
       breath, held in to the point of almost passing out, he cleared
       his throat and spoke one simple, ice cold word.
       "Hello"
       #Post#: 344677--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Clearing
       By: Elin Date: June 21, 2013, 12:14 am
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       A wobble here, a wobble there, balance achieved as the
       individual wandered across a fallen log hanging precariously
       between the bows of two trees. It was a dangerous gamble with
       the creak and dangerous groan of the wood beneath her weight
       but, it was one she was more than enthusiastic to take upon
       herself. Slightly bent at the knees, the small form gently
       weaved her way towards the adjacent tree whose leaves swayed in
       the light breeze. All was well in this mode of travel, she'd
       decided, the only issue she could have would be falling and that
       would never happen! She was just that amazing and being as light
       as she was, there was no possible way she could fall!
       Then again, her luck was constantly overshadowed by her
       massively inflating ego and this time, it seemed to have had
       enough of her antics and un-moving belief in herself and her
       lack of abilities. You see, the tree she happened to carelessly
       place her weight upon at this time was a victim to time and the
       endless stream of weathering effects. All it would have taken
       was a rough shove and a quick throw of weight to bring the poor
       chunk of wood to its final resting places; if she'd known this
       she might have chosen another tree. She could have just walked,
       after all but no, she had to constantly overestimate her
       abilities.
       The throw of weight, the tired tree, and the sudden snap that
       echoed like a gunshot were enough to give her some time to
       realize her mistake. "Uh oh." Like the old tale of London
       Bridge, this tree was quick to fall down. Poor thing must have
       been extremely tired...or she'd become extremely heavy, which
       just simply wasn't possible! The falling tree, the accompanied
       snaps, the high-pitched squeal all sounded about at once with
       each other in the most perfect cacophony of upsetting noises,
       ending their crescendo with the deep, resounding thud of weight
       shaking the ground as the mass finally hit the ground. All was
       quiet from this moment for but a few seconds before the high
       pitched and decently annoying tone left with the upset of dirt
       upon the ground. "Owwww...."
       #Post#: 344679--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Clearing
       By: Demonreach Date: June 21, 2013, 12:15 am
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       Another forest... Again..., came the thought of the Hellion as
       he took his first steps into the malleable realm. The demonic
       entity could sense the life and peace of this place, which
       didn't bother him so much as it... unnerved him. But, the deep
       blue eyes held the icy contempt, the cold indifference to the
       peace and serenity around them.
       It was life.
       Life was meant to die.
       But he wouldn't be the cause of death this day, the Endarkened
       reminded himself. Not that he needed reminding by his own self,
       but it never hurt to make sure. The Hunger within raged, boiling
       with its anger and loathing at the incubus's grasp on it. It
       hardly registered on the Beast.
       As it was, Dragnipur didn't know how he had ended up here,
       though it had seemed a good choice from the many worlds he had
       visited and haven't visited, which was quite a narrow list. The
       contempt flared brighter in the deep blue eyes shrouded in
       shadow from the horns that curled out of his forehead, the veins
       from the horns spreading along the lightly tanned skin. The
       thick, blond hair that hung down past his shoulder blades, a few
       strands gathering at the bare chest of the incubus; said chest
       holding a patch of dark-purple hair that resembled a star with
       irregular points and lines. The same dark-purple hair covered
       the arms, back, and the backs of his legs thickly, the hair on
       his legs making stripes along the front of the legs like a
       tiger. A simple loin-cloth hung at his waist. Abysmal black
       claws ended the fingers and toes of the Beast, scales hiding
       beneath the hair that covered his body; a four-foot tail
       twitched behind the man idly, the tail ribbed and thick with
       muscle, the top of said tail speckled with spikes; the end of
       the tail being the shape of a spear-blade with a slight curve to
       it.
       Dragnipur was a few inches over six feet with broad shoulders
       and a deep chest; the Beast's body thick with muscle. Not a scar
       marred the flesh, making it almost perfect, flawless. Two more
       horns curled from behind his ears like a rams own; the ears
       shaped much like a rams as well, the tips lightly covered with
       the dark-purple hair; two dark-purple lines ran along each cheek
       with a jaggedness to them that seemed to add to the
       contempt-filled gaze. His facial features were angular and sharp
       but not so much that it made him look gaunt or malnourished.
       They were the features of a creature that spoke to both genders
       on multiple levels.
       But even this, his physical presence and features were
       intimidating in their own right, they didn't even compare to
       aura the incubus radiated almost unconsciously. This was the
       aura of his sexual desire, the Hunger within him. The effects
       varied on each individual but all had the same outcome: lust;
       desire; the raw, primal need, the animalistic urge to fuck, to
       take. And Dragnipur represented that need.
       His long legs carried him to nowhere in general, though his
       nostrils flared as he inhaled a few minutes later, recognizing
       the smell and the feeling of other sentient creatures. Women,
       most undoubtedly, but he wasn't for sure what kind.
       He rolled his shoulders in a small shrug and decided he would
       find out eventually.
       As he strolled along, his thoughts wandered, as was usual...
       "It would seem you are without a blade, Dragnipur. Why is that?"
       he heard the King of Hell ask.
       He merely shrugged, "I have teeth and claws; a tail. What need
       for blade do I have? I am well off without one."
       The Fallen merely chuckled darkly, making the hair raise on his
       arms; an all too noticeable reaction. "I suppose you have the
       right of it, but I know just the one for you. It came into my
       possession during my Fall and the war that ensued. I call it
       Freyr."
       The incubus's eyes climbed with mild interest, though his eyes
       conveyed none of this...
       And so, his mind replayed this thought, the memory, over and
       over as he walked.
       #Post#: 344680--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Clearing
       By: Celene Date: June 21, 2013, 12:16 am
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       She returned her gaze back to the ground watching as it changed
       beneath her as the swing went back and forth. She hadn't even
       heard the light footsteps of the man until he was nearly right
       in front of her. Hearing the one word, she raised her head again
       and let a warm smile spread across her lush pink lips. "Hi
       there.." she said sweetly, her voice velvety smooth and sweet as
       honey.
       She watched him a moment or two while she continued to swing
       before coming to a conclusion. In one swift move she jumped from
       the swing to land cleanly on her bare feet a few feet ahead.
       Turning on a heal she face him before turning her face to the
       sun letting its warm ray radiate over her and warm her flesh.
       #Post#: 344687--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Clearing
       By: iDestroyer Date: June 21, 2013, 12:32 am
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       *Well that picked up quick fast and in a hurry lol*
       K here we go I guess lol
       Celene- Zero watched every movement, every twitch and twist of
       both the woman and the swing, as she made her way in and out of
       the warming rays of sunlight, and as she leaped from her
       comfortable moving perch, he clenched his fists against the
       sudden fear deepening the blue of his eyes. This woman was no
       threat to him; at least Zero didnt believe she was, but before
       he could open his mouth again, and usher even a single syllable
       to address her more formally, a glorious eruption of noise drug
       him down into the pit of fear and anxiety he hadnt wished to
       climb free from again.
       Celeste- Eyes as deep and dark as the ocean floor, looked out
       across the meadow and towards the downed tree with a fearful
       glare. One born of treachery, training, and countless other
       tortures at the hands of those who were sought out as friends.
       Zero lowered his body, making sure to keep both the woman from
       the swing in sight, as well as whatever caused the disturbance
       in the forest, as he drew the cloak tighter around his body, and
       willed his fear not to overflow
       He knew not what shook the earth, what downed the tree, what
       disturbed the animals, but whatever it was, he would not be
       taken by surprise. Not when so many scars painted his body over
       because of carelessness. Not when his entire world had been
       brought crashing down so many times because of the betrayers in
       his lifetime. Instead he would glare out at the treachery
       lurking in the darkness, and prepare himself for whatever may
       leap from the hungry lips of shadow and seek to consume him.
       But...
       as all things change, so too did Zero's reality in an instant.
       Before the creature could break into the meadow before him;
       before the woman could speak beside him, before he himself could
       breath a simple breath to relax himself, yet another creature
       stirred his senses. This time true dread and fear washed over
       his body; a spine tingling and unnerving sort of fear that made
       his eyes wander to the edge of tears, and his hair stand at end.
       Whatever else lay in wait beyond his vision, beyond his sense of
       hearing and smell, and just within his unknown sixth sense, was
       truly evil on a scale that nearly matched his forgotten master.
       Zero was almost surrounded, and he hadnt the slightest idea what
       to do anymore.
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       Re: The Clearing
       By: Desmon Date: June 21, 2013, 12:32 am
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       *Apologizing beforehand for my probably linguistic mistakes*
       The sound of music fills the air, a rather odd sounding music.
       One that few were familiar with. It was as though the very
       essence of New Orleans was playing non-stop as this skeleton
       walked forward. He had little remarkable features save for the
       fact that he was a walking skeleton. His eye sockets gave no
       hint of life as he made his way closer to the clearing.
       He bows graciously before the small gathering that was around
       him. "My my my, what a wondrous collection of specimens we have
       here. A dog on a chain, a man with a blue mane, and a child who
       can't speak. Now I don't about all of you. But I am mildly
       entertained." he stops bowing after he identifies those around
       him. With a motion apparently practiced over a few years he
       takes his hat off "Where are my manners, let me introduce
       myself. I am Desmon although 'round where I'm from. I'm called
       "The Song and Dance Man." he puts his hat back on before sitting
       against a tree. The music dies down after the introduction was
       done.
       Desmon however, was far from over. He waves his bony fingers in
       front of him to some unheard tune. He didn't like being kept to
       himself, after he was a party type of guy. He loved being the
       center of everyone's attention. However, he was merely here to
       observe for the time being. If the mood struck him, he knew they
       wouldn't be able to resist.
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       Re: The Clearing
       By: Celene Date: June 21, 2013, 12:58 am
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       Celeste - Zero - Dragnipur:
       Various noises erupted and intruded the peace in which she felt
       as other being entered the once quiet land. She turned her head
       back to the unknown man who had spoken to her before a loud
       shout and the thump and crack of a tree turned her head back to
       the forest. She wasn't sure who or what made the noise but it
       didn't sound much like an animal.
       Then without a chance to find the source of the racket another
       specimen entered her view as she took in the scenery. This one
       in particular was like one she had never laid eyes upon before,
       or even heard of for that matter. Although the creature gave off
       a bad vibe, her curiosity was getting the better of her, she
       wanted to know what this creature was. She nervous took in her
       lower lip for a moment chewing on the plush tissue. There were
       so many creatures in her midst she wasn't sure what to do, but
       one thing was for sure, she wouldn't show fear. Releasing her
       lip, she stood up a little straighter and glanced back and forth
       from the unknown man, the forest and the new, interesting
       creature unsure of what her next move would be.
       Before she could even calculate a move to make, music filled the
       air followed by the appearance of another new comer. Where was
       all these creatures coming from? Mentally she shrugged and then
       took in a breath. At least this new comer appeared friendly to
       say in the least and entertaining. She took a few steps away
       from her place where she had stood for the few passing moments,
       she moved to get closer to the friendly looking new comer who
       seemed to be introducing himself. "Hi there. I'm Celene. You are
       quite the interesting specimen, Desmon, if you don't mind me
       saying." Just as before her tone remained calm, sweet like honey
       but soft like velvet. She smiled at the specimen before glancing
       about at the others once more, keeping out a watchful eye; you
       never know what may occur.
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       Re: The Clearing
       By: iDestroyer Date: June 21, 2013, 1:44 am
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       Everyone-
       So much to see, so much to hear, so much to feel, and so little
       time to think. Zero quickly grew anxious as more and more
       creatures emerged and drew near; one in particular came upon him
       in such a silent and nonchalant manner that even Zero was not
       surprised or hindered by the being. Though, when he turned to
       look upon the skeletal creature, an entirely different thought
       rang out in his mind. Run! Get away! Hide! Anything and
       everything was turning inside out for Zero, as he looked beyond
       the skeletal man, and saw the horned being he felt earlier. Just
       so much going on, so many thoughts piling up and crashing over
       him. So much in such a short time.
       Zero quickly began to lose his battle with fear, with
       anxiousness, nervousness, and confusion, as he dropped the thick
       cloak to the earth, and broke into a sprint. He raced for the
       darkened tree-line; hoping against all odds that he would make
       it and break away form the fear before something else broke away
       from him. This however, would be the fear that toppled him over
       as his blue eyes closed, and his body fell to the earth in a
       sliding torrent of flesh and bone. Quickly did dark arms worm
       around his consciousness, and just as quickly did his
       unconscious body rise to face the group now more than twenty
       meters away.
       Where once orbs of azure and cyan rested comfortably, now two
       blizzards of ivory spun in the sockets. His hair flew free from
       its restraints; his scalp itself, and in a flurry of movement
       once mistaken as the formation of some snowy tornado, his entire
       form was shrouded by the strands of hair that blew in an unknown
       breeze. Behind the veil of whiteness drew a staggered breath,
       and behind the white eyes, a sinister and cold hatred began to
       leach away at what lay nearby.
       First the soft grass froze in place; a veritable tundra formed
       at the feet of the shrouded man, but within mere moments a white
       fog began to creep outward and steal away the warmth that once
       ebbed and flowed from the living all around. Soil solidified,
       the wind grew colder, and the lifeless tint of white and grey
       stole away all precious colors that side of the meadow so
       recently held in strong warm arms. The veil would not drop; the
       twisting vortex of silken white hair now a snowstorm of unknown
       energy that hid and protected the veritable fortress of anger
       behind its warping white walls.
       Whatever lay behind the twisting ivory was no longer the fearful
       creature Zero, but what Zero feared more than anything. The
       frozen soul of his master once more let loose through his skin,
       and with the unspeakable evil essence free, Zero was nothing
       more than a shell seeping and pulsating with the raw and cold
       force of fear that steadily gave way to more and more
       tundra-esque land. Whatever the thing was, there was no way of
       knowing what it looked like; nor what it smelled like, or even
       what it sounded like. For behind the veil nothing could be seen,
       heard, smelled, or sensed. For the veil was not the master at
       work, but Zero's final stand against him.
       The veil would not fall until Zeros life was completely gone,
       and in less than minutes that would become a certainty, if
       somewhere deep down in the dark pit of terror, the fearful man
       could not right himself and take hold of his own body again.
       Zero was fighting against himself, his mind, his body, his will
       alone combating that of his hideous master, and with each
       passing instant, those nearby were pushed into harms way by the
       deadly frozen hands that latched onto the living and stole away
       the precious gift of warmth.
       Zero had to win, or else he, and possibly the others, would
       surely die.
       But how could he win when he was so terrified. Of them, of
       himself, of his master, of everything. That fear was what led
       him to seek out the master, and that same fear was what forever
       burdened him with the weight of his masters great evil
       intentions. He would carry that burden to the grave, and it
       appeared as though that were just what was going to happen.
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