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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Caroline Date: November 23, 2016, 1:54 pm
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Though it probably didn’t matter much to him, Luna had grown
bored of this overbearing sense of darkness that he seemed to be
obsessed with; it didn’t scare or intimidate her, just pushed
her to be more curious about what roamed and lurked at their
borders. When she realises the route they had taken leads them
to Thalia, her brown gaze wanders over to her friend
apologetically, lips turning up as she looks at their
companions.
Vaeymere clearly liked to exercise control over all things.
As he begins to leave, she skips over to Thalia, taking her
hands to hold them for a moment while speaking in a hushed
whisper, “go to Willow, ask her about witches, and the like.”
Luna was confused, she didn’t know what witches were, only that
they were dangerous and played with black magic, the kind of
magic her kind were forbidden to touch; she was of the light Fae
after all. As Thalia begins to wonder off, she does the same,
though she takes a different route to her friend, following the
direction Vaeymere had been going. The woman wanted to see his
world, what was in it, what scared him so much that when he had
began to speak of his past, she could sense his hesitation and
fear. Fear of delving into a world where he actually had a soul.
She was still so hard to fool though. He was still down there
somewhere, she just had to find him.
When she does finally catch up, the moonlight catches her dark
lovelocks, framing her face, her cheekbones seemingly higher, a
shadow underneath them causing them to appear so. Her eyes scan
the area, feeling herself become stronger as they move closer to
the forest’s edge - it was a divine feeling but a feeling that
made her fear the worst.
Their power only amplified when there was danger around, and as
she felt the rush of energy surge up her spine and tickle her
very bones, her brows furrow in confusion. She doesn’t speak for
a moment, making herself scarce as she looks around at the area,
full of dead plant life, and an aroma she had never come across
before, causing her to step back, and her features to twist in
disgust.
“What is that smell?”
Finally, her voice breaks the barrier of silence surrounding
them, merely coherent as she whispers the words. Her eyes swim
over to Vaeymere, gazing at him as she gulps and places a hand
over her nose and mouth, to let her own ethereal scent distract
her.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Demonreach Date: November 23, 2016, 4:15 pm
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'Do I fascinate you so? Is it because we are so opposite?'
But he had to grunt in approval somewhat; she hadn't cringed
away from him during his small speech.
He made no excuses for himself. Vaeymere was a monster; a devil.
There was no Light within him, save the barest reaches of the
non-existential soul he harbored: a soul lost to a greater power
than anything present within this world.
His nostrils flared as hers did but a smile found his face
instead of the disgust upon hers. It was a rare sight, revealing
the sharp teeth. A smile that promised gratitude and death both.
'That is the smell of humans. They are filthy creatures, but
effective enough. Their short lives offer them much in way of
rushing, unlike we longer lived beings. Our seconds are years to
them. Even now, as we talk, we may take hours in this discussion
while cities and empires fall around us.' The crimson hues
glittered dangerously. 'And the fear they give off is...
exhilarating.'
The last word was spoken with a pleasure so intense the air
around shuddered with it.
The flames of war were being stoked around them; his senses
attuned to the magic of this realm, as well as the life so that
he felt the doings of the witches and their thralls. He sensed
the fear of the human army marching even now.
Both were giving him a form of life; filling his soul, his every
fiber, with that life.
He lifted a hand into a beam of failing light -the sun slowly
trekking it's way across the sky- and let it fall from it; the
smell of burnt flesh wafting through the air faintly. A frown
was upon his face, casting him in a rather dangerous light.
'Well, since the suns sleep is a bit off yet, I imagine you
would want to talk.' He sat upon the ground floor without much
preamble. 'Let us talk then."
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