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#Post#: 410125--------------------------------------------------
The Mad One's Return
By: Urdroxa Laemfear Date: December 31, 2019, 10:32 am
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The land had nestled deep into slumber on a brisk midnight hour,
the skies full of stars and the air clean and clear. The winds
had begun to gentle brush against the wheat causing the golden
fields to shift to life, weaving back and forth. Never before
had the realm known such a serenity, this was however, the calm
before the storm. As storm clouds began to roil forth from
nowhere and coalesce into a raging bank of silent light and
sudden cracks of thunder. No rain fell as they churned and very
soon at the center of the storm, a single droplet of starry sky
forms and falls. Landing in the center of the wheat fields the
droplet formed a puddle 3 feet wide and the soft sounds of
groaning and moaning could be heard.
The clouds picked up in intensity, the lightning streaks
becoming more and more prominent. The area seemed to be aglow as
the pool of stars began to swirl upright in a helix pattern.
Suddenly two long arms outstretched from a 6 foot 4 tall slender
amorphous form. It's arms ending in hands that are opened up to
the sky. The amorphous form began to utter louder vocalizations
from quiet groans to now audible grunts and sparse cries in an
ungodly tone and pitch. 'The Pain...' thought the form, looking
down with it's still featureless face at it's own "palms". Look
around it as if eagerly awaiting the praise from some other
figure. 'No... I won't let this be the end. You are wrong.' The
figure looks behind it accusingly. A form visible only to him
appears, the beautiful stature of a once great being. Two sets
of horns, glorious wings and a power and eminence you can only
earn.
'Fading away is Entropy doing it's work.' The mocking apparition
spoke sharply to the amorphous man. "And Entropy is a part of
me.... But not the end..." The amorphous one finally shook it's
head to temporarily be rid of the one whom even he couldn't look
directly at but could simply tilt his "head" towards him. Soon
after this short interaction several orbs began to glow dimly
where the amorphous man's collar bone would be. 5 began to glow
and would dim dramatically, the soft crack could be heard almost
as if glass bore a weight just too heavy for it to sustain. 2
more began to glow alongside but these refused to break under
weight and instead glowed brighter almost as if through
compensation. A wicked red and a cool blue orb sat emblazoned
powerfully on it's chest. As they shed their light the man's
body began to get more defined.
A slender torso whose skin seemed made of alabaster, a frame
whose slenderness belies an impossible strength, a face with the
machinations of an angel whom weathered the fiercest battles,
and long black hair he cared for so passionately, what he
believed was the only thing he wanted to keep a constant with a
body that wasn't. Purely naked and trembling violently he looks
his starry eyes up into the sky. Whose stars themselves seemed
to dim and transfix themselves into his own eyes, igniting a
golden iris within them. "A new place. A quiet place." His voice
now was raspy as his now physical body tried to cope with
existence once more. Since the Schism that shunted his body away
he had grown distant even with himself. Having shed away a
lifetime of pleasure and pain for the life of an observer made
his senses dulled but he trusted just one person, someone who he
thought was a myth even to him.
The man looked out over the wheat fields and noticed he had
began to draw attention from the farm ahead of him. "Hans! Look!
We've got another one who thinks he can take from us! Get your
rifle!" The words echoed out to him and at first didn't
recognize what they meant, until he heard the part about the
rifle and immediately understand them for the threat that it
was. With a sudden drop of his body his body suddenly pulsed
forward, becoming quasi-real as he form-shifts between each
shaft of wheat, not a single grain touching his quickened body.
Within a few seconds his right hand was wrapped firmly around
the throat of the one calling for Hans. "You will not threaten
me... I have done no wrong..." He felt angry, furious that
another would threaten him, confused even having only wanted
answers he found only wasted effort... And this disgusted him.
Before he knew it the man had grown limp, his trachea long been
crushed by a colossal force.
"Wake... Your brother returns." He said to the limp body, having
sniffed the air gently as the foreign scent returned from the
farmhouse. He shakes the body once, trying to stir it before
realizing what he had done. "No... I have messed up the
order..." He slowly crouched to lay the body upon the ground,
the neck a completely crumbled thin strip of flesh crackles
slightly as it finds a final resting spot. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?
YOU'VE KILLED MY BROTHER!" And with that the gun barrel
discharges a shot. Embedding itself deep into the right pectoral
muscle of the man. His eyes never leaving Hans he felt nothing
but regret and sorrow, but something within him broke. 'How dare
he touch your form! The petty thing is hardly worth our power!
But lo, all who dare think they have power shall be tested!' The
apparition mocked him once more invisibly from behind. With that
the man's eyes suddenly darkened, a huge release of power
suddenly ripped from him and it began to show even to those
incapable of seeing auras or energy.
"I am sorry human. However this is the only solace I can give
you... The rest of your existence is now mine..." The words
echoed out as black tendrils erupted from the ground and
entangled Hans in a mess of violent serrations. His body having
been torn to shreds too fast for the tendrils to find true
purchase they simply dissipate after mere moments. His eyes
glancing from the torn mess that was once a man and the crumpled
body of a farmhand he felt no pleasure, but instead an absence.
Something he had been trying long to correct. "I think I
understand my name now... Something about you... Something about
this place... Calls to me..." He turns behind him to gaze upon
the golden fields lightly illuminated by the bright moon above.
"I was called Urdroxa... I think..." His body seems to tremble
as he drops down to a crouching stance. "My body still fights
itself... But here... I feel a constant, as if I've been here
before and long enough to get used to this... Strain on my
body..." He grunts, clutching the still broken orbs on his
chest. He wondered if he truly would be able to find peace or at
the very least, his past.
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Re: The Mad One's Return
By: Evil Kitty Date: December 31, 2019, 12:28 pm
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The red haired boy had felt something strange about this area...
A need to be here. One can say an oncoming change upon the very
fabric in the realm. He could feel it in the very tremble of the
sheath of that shape shifting blade of his. So, he used his
skills: sneaking upon the land to witness the events that had
been so obviously calling to him. It would surely be a sight to
see if nothing else; his life a rather quiet one as of late.
Xamphere's golden/yellow eyes slowly drifted up towards the sky
as he had felt this strong sensation focusing into existence. Be
it mass, energy, or magic: he felt the vibrations as he watched
the stars rearrange themselves: only to fall. His eyes narrowing
in an annoyed sense of distaste for what was to happen next. The
massive, false star, crashing just far enough before him that he
felt the air blow back against the scarred, bald, side of his
head in a harsh shockwave. Though, he only crossed his leg and
leaned forward in a single tree he sat to see more clearly
within the smoke.
He heard the words that were muttered. Watching little shadows
forming and developing into through final mass. That huge, yet
not massive, man who played as a god. "Hm..." Xamphere couldn't
help, but, to vocalize his concern as the dust began to settle.
Watching as this new human came into the picture screaming of
hostilities and useless nonsense.
Of course, he knew what was to happen next. If he was to change
anything he were to act fast. Grabbing his sword with a
displeased mind he had found himself relieving himself from the
height of the tree with a simple step. Though, this creature was
too volatile. In the time it had taken Xamphere's form of 5' 11"
to have hit the ground the human was already dead: a huff
escaping his lips.
There was no point in turning around now if the creature had not
heard him land from the tree as it was. So, his heavy boots took
light steps from the opposite end of the field: away from where
the human had came from. His blade was being carried around in
the form of a sheathed katana; hanging a single red piece of
velvet. He drew the beasts attention with a steady tone as his
hands confidently motioned the, still sheathed, blade around as
he spoke. "Oh, come now. You have no constants here big fella...
In fact. You should be sleeping, shouldn't you?"
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Re: The Mad One's Return
By: Urdroxa Laemfear Date: December 31, 2019, 12:53 pm
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A rush of scents came for him, new and old. They all confounded
him. Only the apparition behind Urdroxa seemed to curl his
sadistic lips into a grin. 'It's another one...' The ghost
whispers, his cold fingertips gently landing onto Urdroxa's
shoulders. Urdroxa slowly shifts his stance to stand squared
with Xamphere, his eyes listless and his gaze weak. He looked
down to his body reflexively and then back to Xamphere. His eyes
seemingly transfixed on Xamphere's blade. Something welled up
within him, something akin to passion, something Urdroxa had
thought he lost.
In a strange twist, Urdroxa changes his stance to be a mimicry
of Xamphere's minus the fact Urdroxa was unarmed. He seemingly
registers this fact slowly and like a child seems to have tears
well up in his eyes. "Why... is this so hard..." He looks down
to his empty right hand and shakes his head, frustrated with
himself internally. "You lie... Something here barred me.
Haunted my waking hours... Robbed me of sleep..." His voice
seemed almost plaintive. He slowly takes a few steps forward.
His voice taking on a new turn, one of hunger and seemingly
misplaced anger. "But you... You make me burn..." He says,
trying to adjust to this sense of passion he felt, barely
understanding what it meant.
The shadows begin to wrap around his frame, slowly taking the
form of a ragged nobleman's attire whose medals had long fallen
off. He takes another step, this time he raises his right hand
to his side and lowers his head. "I don't know how..." With a
long pause, a flash of dim light spreads from his fingertips and
forms into a long polearm. It's a deep black with blood red
runes etched along it's length. "But you got him aggravated..."
he looks down to Duskfang, one half of his legendary spears. The
spear itself seems to hum to life but slowly grows silent and
dim. "Why?! Why do you leave me now after finally surfacing!
TELL ME YOUR NAME!!!" He suddenly snaps his gaze back to
Xamphere, furious at how he was able to draw out more of
Urdroxa's power without even trying despite Urdroxa trying for
so long and so hard to gain an ounce of power he once had.
He casts aside Duskfang and it shatters into a black flash. His
breathing becomes a little heavy and his body begins to give off
visual heat. "Sleeping?" He seems even more agitated when it
finally rings into his ears what the meaning of the new arrivals
words were. "I only remember anger... then panic..." He seems to
lose a little of his anger as he continues explaining. "And then
loss... An incomparable loneliness..." He then narrows his eyes
and glares. "But then you... You show up and you were able to
draw out him!" He points to the spot where Duskfang
dematerialized. 'He shows you power... You know what it means
right?' The voice behind Urdroxa eggs him on further before
Urdroxa's own voice echoes out. "They are to be tested..." His
body urges him forward yet he remains barely able to contain
himself in his current spot. Like an animal waiting for their
prey to drop it's guard his fingers twitch, ready to wrap
themselves around a new throat.
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Re: The Mad One's Return
By: Evil Kitty Date: December 31, 2019, 1:31 pm
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Xamphere's gaming mood had soon faded as he had seen the way
Urdroxa had begun to react. His eyes watching the beast as it
copied his motions like a ominous shadow: seeing no child.
Though, he had no reason to guard himself yet. He could feel the
obvious confusion burdening this mass that once called itself a
deity. His golden eyes dropped momentarily in a sense of pity
for the creature, but, the feeling was quick to fade from his
mind: remembering just exactly who stood before him.
He was certainly relieved to see that the Urdroxa had become
cloaked, though, his descent fell only further as Xamphere's
eyes went wide with surprise. He was pushing onto the brink of
desperation that led to destruction and pain. Xamphere
immediately jumping back: having seen the arguments between the
beast, the spirit, and the blade. This time gripping his blade
much tighter as the very moon began to shift high into the sky
as if being pulled into position. This very lunar pull turning
what remained of Xamphere's hair white and the velvet strap on
the sheath of the blade he gripped so tightly to turn a bright
blue.
"Enough, Urdroxa!" He shouted out in an authoritative tone; as
if speaking to an unruly child. The moon fixed at the highest
point in the sky as Xamphere began to calm into a stern, steady,
stance. "You will be testing nobody or nothing. I am not Razor.
I suggest you keep the difference in mind if you would like an
ally in picking up what's left of your mind." Although
Xamphere's words were blunt and crude there were wisdom in them.
His reluctance to fight obvious as his hand began to lighten on
the grip of the sheath; anticipating Urdroxa's words.
In truth he had no idea what he could do for this collapsing
spirit, but, he may have a chance with his memories. Though, he
would not indulge the very darkness that ruled Urdroxa and
corrupted Razor. It would cloud his own judgement in time and
that would interfere with his own reason. So, in the end the
choice was in the hands of the beast. Would he pick instinct for
a chance or reason for a chance?
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Re: The Mad One's Return
By: Urdroxa Laemfear Date: December 31, 2019, 1:52 pm
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His mind began to cloud up as the moon reached it's apex. The
way Xamphere's body reacted to the sequence of the moon began to
flood Urdroxa's mind with visions. None he could piece together
to create a singular train of thought, but enough pictures to
overload his senses and instill a murderous headache. His hands
suddenly clasped at his ears and a loud scream rips out from his
newly formed throat, causing slight amounts of red and blue
blood to trickle from past his teeth. Tears continue to stream
as he buckles down onto his knees.
As soon as he hears his name everything becomes still. His eyes
widen and true innocence takes over him. More visions, except
this time of familiar faces he once loved and fought for. The
names however eluded him. He felt warmth for a brief period, his
breath slowly catching a normal rhythm and then he hears the
word Razor and his heart drops. More tears stream down his face
and he begins to sob. 'Looks like you broke again...' The spirit
taunts him further. 'What good is it when your body repeatedly
takes the toll? You did this to yourself...' The tears continue
to fall, Urdroxa's gaze fixated on the ground.
"You... You do know me..." His lips mutter softly. His face
finally looks up from his position and straight into Xamphere's.
Pain, agony, the burden of having lived for a millennia in
silence and confusion was evident. Impossible to fight, the
emotions flooded him. "R... Razor..." He slowly begins to stand
up, the predatory stance, the voice, it all faded away. "You
know Razor?" His voice no longer cracking he begins to collect
himself almost unerringly fast. His nose begins to twitch as he
finally collects himself enough to resume the normally
analytical mindset he was accustomed to. The scents, the way his
body language showcased a drop in guard, it was all coming back
to him.
'Yes... You see now.' The ghost begins to walk back and forth
behind Urdroxa, like a begrudging advisor awaiting to give grim
commands. 'This one promises to help. But do you really want
that?' The apparition's smile widens broadly when he rests his
head on Urdroxa's shoulders. 'What about the thrill of combat?'
A translucent finger gently strokes Urdroxa's cheek. 'Go on,
make your choice... You're doomed to live a violent life anyway,
this one is aware... clearly.'
Urdroxa finally sighs and shakes his head. "I need to know...."
He closes his eyes and lowers his head. "Please help me..." A
single stream of tears fall from his right eye. "Please..."
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Re: The Mad One's Return
By: Evil Kitty Date: December 31, 2019, 2:17 pm
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Xamphere's eyes watched carefully over Urdroxa. Scanning over
his every emotion and movement. His glance both similar and
opposite from Razor's as his pupil began to narrow into that of
a cat's predatorial glance. Finally relaxing as he saw what he
needed to see: the beast was finding his mind once more. At
least for a time. His words were inconsequential now as he lift
the sword he held: gripping it with the other palm as well as
Urdroxa spoke. "Very Well."
As he spoke the sword had become a mirage and duplicated into
three mirror images of one another. These mirror images turning
into dual edged blades. "You need to know? Know you maybe? Know
Razor? Let's go see someone. Though, he won't be very
welcoming." Xamphere said with a bit of distaste as he stabbed
the three swords into the earth in a large triangle around the
two. A sudden release of a sudden sending a flood of helios
energy to envelop and change their body and the weapons:
transporting them.
Soon to find the mist cleared as they stood within the land of
the Blayze clan: or at least what used to be. What was once
balanced rivers of lava and water have now run dry and hardened.
Even the forests in which the feral chimaera reside had grown
silent after the purge of the "lesser" chimaeras bloodline. At
it's center, of course, stood the large, black, cathedral like
castle in which was home to Razor. They stood in this castle's
courtyard. Xamphere pulling the blades from the earth as they
fused back into one easy to carry katana. Though, his hair had
immediately changed back to a deep scarlet being out of the
moons presence.
"Shall we go in? I'm not much for reunions." Xamphere stated as
he looked to Urdroxa; motioning with one hand for the door for
him to go first. In truth Enquebis would not be delighted to see
either of them, but, the boy had a weakness for conversation.
This was sure to start an interesting conversation.
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Re: The Mad One's Return
By: Urdroxa Laemfear Date: December 31, 2019, 2:38 pm
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Urdroxa's body trembled as he had heard the words that meant
acceptance. The thoughts of another giving him something so
simple yet so powerfully meaningful to him was another
experience he craved without realizing it. Closing his eyes
briefly to savor the moment. Upon opening them he realized the
blades began to do something interesting. 'Teleportation...
Wait, this is familiar...' Seeing another being spook the
apparition that haunted him caused him unexpected joy in the
form of a smile.
"See someone?" He barely got in before he found himself
transported to a once beautiful place turned barren. This bore
him no mirth and in fact he found himself a little sorrowful for
the place. Until he understood the smells and with that more
violent visions from which he could glean very little
information. However, one thing was clear, this place saw blood.
Torrential downpours of slaughter and ill will that ignited
something primal in him. 'KILL! KILL!' His mind screamed for
violence, to suddenly turn upon Xamphere. Every fiber of his
being wanted it, craved a final ultimatum that would shape him
into a new image.
Then he saw his face, the final vision, his brother. The anger
subsided, the rage dwindled down into a worn coal. 'You won't
last long here. This place will draw out the worst in you...'
Urdroxa shook his head and stood silent, unaware that he wasn't
the only one who could sense the spirit. "Who... Uh who will we
see here?" His voice trembled slightly, almost unready to go on
but aware of how important this was to become. He walked up to
the door and felt unnerved, something compelled him to speak
against the wishes of the spirit when he suddenly turns his head
to face Xamphere. "My body is telling me to fight... Just be
aware that my mind is slipping still as I struggle for reason...
I don't want to lose you again..."
His eyes suddenly widened, hearing his own words he didn't
realize what he was saying until it was said. He wasn't even
sure if it was really him saying the words, but they felt right
and he uneasily resets his gaze back onto the door in awkward
silence. 'Oh look you made it weird...' The spirit crosses his
arms and looks away in disgust. Ignoring the phantasm Urdroxa
rests his hand on the door and opens it, forcing himself onward.
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Re: The Mad One's Return
By: Evil Kitty Date: December 31, 2019, 3:23 pm
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"Who?" Xamphere repeated to himself as if to clarify whether he
even knew the answer anymore. A sigh leaving his lips for a
moment of grief. "I'm not entirely sure myself.. But, I know
what you see is up to Enquebis." Though, hearing the words to
come did put him on edge a bit. His eyes narrowing in return to
Urdroxa's false reason: seeing it for illusion. "I am not Razor,
Urdroxa." Those words left his lips as he watched the beast push
the door open.
Of course, upon the other side, stood a red eyed, blue haired,
man with a purely muscular, slender, physique. His mouth covered
in a large cover that was strapped to his face: pained with a
mock, toothy, jack o lantern like, mouth as well as his right
eye adorned with a large scar. He was a relic of his kind: an
impure chimaera. Seeing him, Xamphere immediately stepped aside
of Urdroxa. "Trey. It's a pleasure. That nose never lets you
down. The big guy home?"
Trey's eyes seemed dull and unaffected by Xamphere's casual
attitude. Though, he had heard the request well. Turning away
from the two as he made his way towards the throne room.
Xamphere motioning Urdroxa along the way down the halls along
with them as he spoke. "This was Razor's most loyal hunter,
Trey. Though, he suffered an insatiable hunger. He had even
caught an eye for his daughter. So, im return, he was made to no
longer take pleasure in the food he must selfishly consume. And
he would always have one eye to look back on why..." Xamphere
told the tale with a heavy distaste on his tongue as they made
their way through the halls of black and red.
All the while a faint sound of a melancholy guitar melody being
gently molded into the air around them. It's sound echoing
through the halls, yet, seeming to grow louder the more they
follow Trey. Whom was glaring backing to Xamphere: both his
canine and human ears making for excellent hearing. Perhaps to
excellent at times. Pulling out a piece of jerky from his pocket
as he pulled down the cloak covering his mouth: gnawing on it as
they approached.
Finally arriving to the origin of the sound they find themselves
in a round room held up by pillars: similar to a church alter.
At the very front stood a throne atop a set of steps. Yet,
Enquebis, unlike his father, a very large, bulky, man with
blonde hair, sat at the steps below the throne: having given it
up to his sister. Simply strumming at his guitar as his cohort
chuckled at Urdroxa's entrance: this young boy looking about
seventeen with his face pained to resemble a skull. "Well, heya,
buddy!" Said the bulky, green eyed, chimaera as he looked up to
Urdroxa. "Come to revive my father or enjoy the sights?"
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Re: The Mad One's Return
By: Urdroxa Laemfear Date: December 31, 2019, 3:53 pm
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His thoughts were running over and over themselves so much it
was hard for Urdroxa to sort out the deluge of information
funneled from the castle interior and Xamphere's words.
'Enquebis... I know this name...' He thought to himself. Once
more he couldn't hold back the information but was this time
able to pull out a coherent thought in the form of several
images played in sequence. He was back in a pure white room,
dominated by a beautiful white crystal lotus. It was with the
flower that the boy found something new in himself, and with
that Urdroxa felt proud.
Snapping back to reality he noticed the distaste in Xamphere and
nodded. "I understand now... I apologize..." He looks over at
the individual known as Trey and finds it hard to recall many
memories and instead finds himself muttering "Pursuits of flesh
often end in pain..." And is quickly finished by the ghost 'I
bet it was still worth it, huh Trey?' The spirit cackles to
himself and gazes on in a better humor.
When music began to fall upon his ears he understood immediately
for what it was and found himself closing his eyes to lose
himself to the tune. The scent of jerky however enthralled
Urdroxa and found himself following Trey a bit close, leering
over his should at the dried meat. "I recall... rather enjoying
that..." He says still awkwardly leering. It was at this moment
that he hears the words coming from Enquebis and once more
flashes of the pure white room invade Urdroxa's mind. This time
however, he recalls words 'This is my Nexus... It's here I can
help make you more powerful than even...' The delusion of the
boy dissipates when he sees Enquebis' large body.
His eyes widen a little as he feels his chest grow tight. For
some reason Enquebis put him off guard, he felt about him an
enormous amount of power. This stirred him even further as he
takes a few eager steps toward him. "I know you..." He manages
to say. The spirit behind him suddenly looks stern, serious
even. 'This is he who holds the door for you. Don't blow this.'
Urdroxa takes a few more steps towards Enquebis, this time with
a slightly mirrored stern facial expression also held by the
ghost.
"Enquebis... I... I don't know what to say..." His muscle were
tightening, his inner thoughts were starting to verge on
aggression but first he wanted to dig away at the pit in his
stomach. "I remember you... It's faint but... I looked at you
like my own despite you being my Brother's..." He shakes his
head and chuckles. "No... You're different now... Larger..." He
continues his laugh at his own horrible attempt at humor. He
finds it fast to resume that almost warrior's stare. "But I find
something new about you... You're putting me on edge... Boy...
And I wonder the reason why?" He finds himself maneuvering in a
circular fashion around the side of the room.
He feels himself shivering in anticipation. "I wanted to ask
what happened here. I recall more color, people even. Well, you
certainly were your own fascinating breed..." It became peculiar
now that both Urdroxa and the spirit share the exact same words
speaking in unison. Their minds now seemingly linked. One orb in
his chest begins to light up, it glows a pure white as the faint
cracks begin to ebb away. The Nexus was beginning to shine like
a star and with it's power he was slowly regaining clarity.
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Re: The Mad One's Return
By: Evil Kitty Date: December 31, 2019, 4:25 pm
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Although Trey had heard his words and felt his presence, he did
not budge. The poor chimaera budged on many things, but, he was
much like a dog: do not toy with his food. So, in reply he
simply bit to the jerky with even more of a disenchanted glance.
Stepping away from them and clear out of the room as the
conversation was to begin between the guests and the lords. It
was a big castle and he had other duties that needed attending
to since the absence of Razor's chimaera army.
Unlike most other chimaeras Enquebis did not watch his rivals so
carefully. His eyes not only different in color in that way but,
always feeling different in a way of disinterest. So, as he
listened to Urdroxa speak in reply he did not watch the
creature's nervous pacing in circles. Quietly taking note of the
flipping and flopping of his mind merging into a single
conscious being. Though, the boy in the other corner with the
skull face paint was only heard laughing louder as he saw this
over Enquebis' tuning of his strings.
Once Urdroxa had finished, hearing those final words, Enquebis
let out an amused huff. Those finally tuned strings coming to a
halt as he put the guitar, resembling a mass of purple muscles,
down by his side. "How sweet of you. Long story short? Razor
killed the leader of the antichimaeras and absorbed him. He was
essentially half his mortal enemy. So, he kills the man who
raised me: his brother, Max. I kill him in a draw of sorts... I
died and my demon half released in the form of a guitar that
lets me summon your beloved Razor." He chuckled for a moment as
he leaned back against the staircase. Looking over to the guitar
as he laid his hand upon him.
Though, that normally jestive look on his face seemed
bittersweet as his mind dwelled on what was to happen next. His
green eyes looking back to Urdroxa. "And just as planned; I came
here and was disgusted by what I saw. Father's work. How he
created his army. His 'species.' Someone needed to burn away the
sin." With that Enquebis' eyes grew dark as he lifted the guitar
into his firm grip. Finally Enquebis looked over to the amused
boy on the other end of the room. "Jackie. Don't you have to
paint your nails or sell crack to a minor?" The boy only laughed
in return. "Nah, mate. That's next week."
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