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#Post#: 80852--------------------------------------------------
Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Scout Date: January 20, 2012, 8:56 pm
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: January 20, 2012, 9:23 pm
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A soft breeze caught the silver-ebony hair, which shined in the
moonlight; the ebony coloring seeming to absorb the light, the
silver strands of hair seeming to put that light off. The soft
tendrils of hair hung in a straight veil that hung below the
mans shoulders, dancing in the breeze that sent it flying. Dark
eyes of deep sapphire-azure coloring peered from a perfect,
angular face that held a small, sad smile that his eyes
reflected, though shadows danced behind the sadness, hinting at
an elusive madness. The Idea of Reality paused in his stride,
nostrils flaring as he inhaled the scent of his surroundings,
before his bare feet once against take flight; his legs carrying
him to nowhere in particular, his body being led by something
more than his self, which caused his small smile of sadness to
turn into one of amusement, though it was a brief moment before
the smile dimmed down and grew sad with knowing once more. His
fingers brushed back his hair, exhaling his breath slowly in the
night, watching it mist as it left his body. While he couldn't
tell if it was because it was cold out here or not, he knew it
was from how cold his body was. Frost gathered where he stepped,
a faint mist followed in his wake. The red Celtic tattoos
writhed along his pale skin angrily, trying to find a fix on his
emotions while changing to several different hues of red.
Demonreach chuckled softly; despite the laughter being soft, it
seemed to fill the air with its angelic quality, though the tone
seemed to imply promises to those listening, as would his quiet,
thunder-like voice should he find the need to speak. Without a
shirt, the tattoos of the god within stood out more; the
moonlight mixed with his pale skin made them hard to not notice,
their intricate and complex patterns of swirling lines adding to
this affect. He was broad shouldered with lean, hard muscles
pulling his skin taut. The muscles quivered beneath the breeze
that had made his hair dance, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the
momentary warmth that the air caused before it vanished beneath
the coldness of his body, his soul. The Idea of Reality,
Demonreach, stood nearly eight-foot in height and radiated a
quiet power, a power that pervaded the land he walked; soft like
the wind but no less dangerous when worked up. His shadow
splayed itself across the ground, and one would note, should
they look close enough, that the shadow wasn't even attached to
the man himself. The Daemon of Forgotten Time rolled his
shoulders and continued his walk, enjoying the presence of Life
around him, as he himself was once apart of.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Scout Date: January 22, 2012, 3:50 pm
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Bare skin pressed against the hard surface of stone, an arm
hanging over the side, aloowing the tips of slender fingers to
play in the water. The once perfect image of the full, round
moon became a rippling mass of silver. Faelan's eyes watching
the rippling reflection of the moon in a lazy manner. She was
contemplating whether or not she would get in. Despite thie
rather cold night, the water was surprisingly warm and inviting
to the touch. She could only imagine how good it would feel
against her skin. The way it would for to the shape of her body,
for to every curve in her figure. The best part was the water's
uncanny ability to wash away all of her worries. When she would
immerse her whole body in the water was when the time would
stop, and the world would pause to shower her in peace.
Faelan sat up, brown locks of soft brown hair fell over her
supple breasts, leaving the rest of her slim torso uncovered and
open for the cold air to ravage. A wolf's pelt was precariously
placed at her waist, covering everything from her hips to her
mid-thigh, leaving long, smooth legs to be viewed upon by others
-- if she was ever encountered by others in this form. The wolf
pelt proved to be an article of importance. Without it, Faelan
wouldn't be able to shift. As a skinwalker, she needs the pelt
of an animal in order to shift. The pelt becomes a costume for
her; when it's on she's a wolf, and when it's off she's a human.
There were no tricks, or hidden secrets to it.
She hung her legs over the edge of the stone she was sitting on,
toes dipping into the water gently before her legs followed in
after it. The water devoured her legs, and soon she was
standing, the skin of the wolf placed on the rock so it wouldn't
get went as she slowly began to go deeper and deeper into the
water. It was to her hips, then bellybutton, then the bottom of
her breasts. She stopped when the ripples reached her neck, her
hair floating around her neck as she dragged her arms across the
surface of the water. She was weightless, all worries washing
off of her body the longer she stood in the water.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: January 22, 2012, 4:20 pm
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The ancient being sighed softly; thoughts of his son and of his
ex wife flickering in the darkness of his mind, causing the
tattoos to writhe even more beneath his pale flesh as his
emotions became jumbled. His fingers brushed back the
silver-ebony hair that had fallen. The sad smile that had so
marred his perfect visage grew with each step, the colorless
pants whisking silently as he strode along the path of the
forest. The faint smell of water causing his nostrils to flare
as a light went off within his mind. The faint smile vanished.
Demonreach, though he was unaware of the changing in direction,
angled off to meet the presence that he had so belatedly sensed.
The darkness of the sapphire-azure irises seemed to lighten up
at the prospect of meeting someone new, though what she was
wasn't new... His own son had been wrought into the world the
same way though Odin's own ability was based within himself,
dependent on his magic and his memories. The old god winced at
the thought, knowing he was responsible for what his son had
become. Had he not altered the boy when he was being birthed he
would have ended up like his mother. A simple shape-shifter. He
sighed and let the thought leave him.
As he neared the pool of water, his steps slowed; he could hear
the rippling of the water as the woman made her way into the
lake. His nostrils flared, enjoying the peace and serenity of
the forest around him, before making his presence known. The
sapphire-azure orbs watched with slight interest. The mist that
had followed him grew due to the nearness of the water, the
frost around his feet becoming thicker and spreading to a wider
area from the moist ground. The lush grass became brittle and
cracked beneath his weight, though that was more to do with his
presence within the area. Before his... revelation... his
presence had created an abundance of life but now... The living
things around him seemed to sense his demise, eminent it was,
and seemed to share their sorrow at his passing; giving their
own life to try and save his. His body pulsed faintly as he
spread his own Life around his immediate area, hoping to
preserve the beauty around him. Realizing he had forgotten the
woman, he opened one sorrow-filled eye and gave her a soft,
faint smile that was just as sorrowful. He bowed slightly and
spoke in a quiet tone, though his words seemed to roll out like
thunder. "I am Demonreach. It is a pleasure." He straightened
himself from the faint bow and his smile vanished, though there
seemed to be one threatening to reveal itself. "Forgive me for
my intrusion, walker. I hope I have not disturbed your peace all
that much." The smile showed itself, though it was a knowing and
sad smile.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Scout Date: January 24, 2012, 8:53 pm
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Faelan let the water wash over her body, the liquid filling the
small stream-fed body somehow relaxed every nerve within her.
Her slender hands dover into the water as if they were hunting
ducks, coming up with an abundace of the fluid in her palms to
splash over her face. She repeated the action several more
times, not only washing away the little smirks of dirt that
managed to get on her skin but also ridding her of all her
worries. Now completely relaxed in the water, Faelan allowed her
smooth eyelids to close over her eyes. Se dunked her head under
the water, all of her senses numbing as she entered a temporary,
and very weak, state of euphoria while she was still below the
surface of the water. Her eyes opened, the impurified water
stinging the sensitive green orbs that harbored her face for
only seconds before Fae was able to gaze around admirably at the
crystal clear water and the many little fish swimming at the
bottom of the pool.
Her foot gracefully lashed out, scaring the little fish into
hiding while a smirk clearly displayed itself on her gentle
features. Her green eyes narrowed out of challenge as she popped
back up for air, taking a deep breath before jolting back down
into the water, but this time she went all the way to the bottom
of the little pond. Only a few seconds ticked by before the fish
came out of hiding, swimming around as if this giant being
wasn't watching them like a hawk. Her hands slowly stretched
out, cupping themselves around one of the fish before closing
the trap. With a triumphant smile she pushed off back to the top
of the pond, emerging for another breath of air only to be
greeted by wonderful oxygen. A joyous smile twisted on her lips
and her eyes grew gentle as she lifted her cupped hands up out
of the water, jarring them open just enough so she was able to
watch the remaining water seep out of her hand and to watch the
helpless fish flop around as its life neared its end.
When the fish stopped flopping around, and eventually stopped
moving altogether, Faelan moved to the shore of the pond and dug
a small hole in the soft dirt; she dropped the fish in its new
grave before she covered it back up and moved away. Her hands
dipped into the water to get the dirt off of her fingers and
nails, body turning around to venture back to the stone where
she had placed her only form of clothing. Sharp green eyes moved
across the water and up to the stone, venturing even further to
come across a pair of feet, a pair of legs, a bare torso, and
soon a face. Her eyes went wide out of shock, a sharp breath
taken in as the thought of some man watching her finally sank
in. It's not that she's completely naked in the water that
bugged her the most, it was the fact that she hadn't noticed him
approaching at all. And with further examination of him, she
noticed that the grass around his feet was covered in frost and
it most certainly looked brittle and fragile enough to break and
crack beneath his feet. Yet, she had heard nothing.
After the man identified himself, Faelan nodded her head, wet
waves of her brown hair falling in front of her eyes which
caused a hand to raise to brush them away. "Little Wolf." She
managed to say around her fading irish accent, introducing
himself to her although she didn't expect him to know what it
meant -- that her name was Faelan, little wolf was the meaning
of it. It wasn't hard to determine that she was a long, long way
from home. Slim legs carried her gracefully through the water
over to the edge that Demonreach was closest to; her hair seemed
to purposfully cover her breasts as the water was waist deep
now, and she was too close to the edge for him to see any more
of her body. The man spoke with a confident, thunderous voice,
yet the pained expression broke through all of that. With her
head tilting to the side out of confusion and plush lips curling
down in a slight frown, Faelan spoke once more. "Why are you so
sad?"
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: January 24, 2012, 9:27 pm
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The dark, sad eyes watched the woman, whom he would find out to
be 'Little Wolf'. His fingers twitching lightly at the fish
grave, the dirt pulling itself apart. "Little Wolf, eh? Suits
you." His gave her a knowing smile, though the sad one replaced
it. He continued to stare at her, looking into her green eyes
with a curious expression that was mixed with the sad one. The
fish became visible to the world once more before it floated up,
rising a few inches from its final resting place. He looked
towards it and released a small burst of energy towards it, the
grass in the energy's wake growing thicker and greener, more
lifelike before the burst of power hit the fish, sending a small
wave of Life around the small area of the fish grave; the dirt
springing to life with flowers and grass. After a moment the
fish started to move. Demonreach smiled at this, though it was a
sad one and one that seemed to know too much. He crouched over
the air-borne fish, his fingers running along the slime covered
scales before grasping it in a firm grip and released it back to
the water. "Because I cannot live as freely as that fish.
Ignorant of all things, even its demise." With those last words
he gave her a pointed look. "How would you react with knowing
your death is soon, close? Could you deal with that normally?"
He raised a hand to forestall her words. "Don't answer right
away, Lady Walker. Tell me before I leave and you will have a
reward." He tapped his temple. "Just think about it, Wolf
Walker, that is all I ask. Would you go about it thinking in the
way of a wolf? Or of a human? Maybe both?"
He remained silent for a few minutes as he stared at the naked
woman, his smile growing with amusement. "Do not worry about my
innocence, Little One. Unless you are afraid of the lecherous
eyes of an old man?" He raised a questioning eyebrow, turning
his body away from her. "Did you kill the fish for the challenge
it posed? Or was there a necessary reason, little lupus?" He
asked, as he turned back around to face her; a small smile upon
his face that hid more than it showed. "Have you made something,
pup? Has that something been destroyed? Did it not hurt you when
you realized that your creation was destroyed by someone other
than yourself? Maybe you were going to keep it, instead. Does it
not bother you, knowing, that someone, something, made that fish
and you destroyed it without care?" He waved a hand. "Don't
worry. I am not going to punish you or anything of that sort. I
just want to know how you feel about this. Just answer me
honestly." He shrugged as he spoke the last few words, looking
up at the sky. His sapphire-azure pools watching the stars
twinkle. "Would you hate me if I ripped apart your wolf skin
that you probably spent hours trying to acquire? But then, what
if I remade it for you, only better? More efficient? Would you
still arbor some resentment for me blatant disregard for your
skin? Or would you forgive me? Could you forgive me? What if I
gave you the power to turn into anything you wanted by just
looking at it or remembering it from your memories? What if I
gave some of my memories to draw upon and use those? Maybe I can
let you mix and match DNA from the different animals you have
come across?" He looked back down at her, his eyes glittering
with some unknown emotion. "Tell me what you would think of me."
Why was he pestering this poor child, he knew not. But he wanted
to know what the woman before him would do, would think, and how
she would react. His curiosity was gaining the better of him
once more but this time in a non-harmful way that didn't end up
with the victim scarred for life. Demonreach sighed but didn't
apologize as he waited for the woman to answer, to speak her
opinions. His eyes seemed to become dull as some unknown weight
descended upon him; the weight coming from his thoughts. "Would
it be a curse or a gift? Could you live with it?"
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Scout Date: January 28, 2012, 5:32 pm
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Faelan watched the man with curious eyes, a brow raising out of
shock as the fish began floating in midair. It clicked in her
mind that he was the one doing it, and he did it without even
looking at the fish. And with one simple, measly glance,
something burst towards the fish; the grass growing thicker as
if a road had sprouted to bring someone to the fish, and the
fish began squirming about again. It didn't take him long to
release the fish back into the water, its slimey body moving in
fluid motions back to the others who all went back into hiding.
Her eyes, which having detatched from Demonreach's face to watch
the fish with great curiousity, moved back; scanning over each
chiseled feature as if she were attempting to find some emotion
other than sorrow. Somehow, she knew that finding even the
smallest sliver of happiness on his face was impossible, but she
couldn't stop herself from trying to find it. Would it be in his
eyes? Would it be a pull of his lips? Or perhaps a twitch of his
face? His eyes were beautiful pools of sadness. His lips did
smile, yes, but it was one filled with grief and pain. And his
face, his beautiful, chiseled face, seemed so stone cold and
dark that it wouldn't know how to light up and be happy.
At his first question, Faelan looked deep within herself;
sifting through her mind in order to answer his question despite
him having told her to wait. Without a second's notice she dove
back under the water, going directly to the fish where, with the
hunting insticts she had acquired over the years, she easily
grabbed another one of the fish and pushed off, back up towards
the man. She had no intentions of killing this fish, figuring
that if she did he would just bring it back to life with another
one of his 'special tricks'. "Do you think that this fish isn't
aware that it could die any second? I could easily kill it as I
did to the last one. Do you see it? Flopping around in attempts
to get free? To return back to its home and friends? Like you,
this fish knows it's going to die, or at least thinks it's going
to die. It's still fighting, and it will still keep fighting
until it finally dies." She dunked her hands back into the
water, allowing the fish to scurry back to its mates. "The only
difference between you and the fish that I can see is that you
aren't fighting." Faelan stopped. She dare not go any further
with that statement while she was still ignorant to his
situation. For all she knew, he could be fighting right now, she
just didn't know it. But what she saw was a man moping around,
looking sad all the time.
Faelan ran her eyes over Demonreach once more, allowing her
sharp green orbs to settle on his sorrow-filled ones. "Like the
fish, I would do all I can to stop my demise. I would fight
until I was dead. And I guess that fighting till the last second
is the normal way to go about a situation such as that." A shrug
moved across her shoulders, lean muscles rippling beneath her
soft, sun tanned skin as she finally looked away from him and to
the patch of grass and flowers that was once the other fish's
burial place. "You don't look old, to me anyways." She muttured,
eyes moving the length of the fluffy, thick path of grass his
blast of whatever had caused. "There was nothing challenging
about killing that fish. I killed it merely to kill it; to
soothe my boredom for the time being until I would go back to my
usual routine." With eyes moving back to the man, Fae placed her
elbows on the ground and gingerly placed her chin in her palms.
"I've created many things only to watch them be destroyed by
others. It's the way of life; things are created, then
destroyed. You can't go about expecting that whatever you made
would last forever and be untouched by the outside world." A
brow twitched upwards quizically, lips curling up into a soft
smirk. "What about you?" She mused, lips pulling back into a
wolfish grin.
"Hmm? You've admitted that you know when you're going to die,
and I assume that you aren't going to kill yourself. How do you
think that your creator feels about their creation being killed
by someone, or even something." She went on, stressing the word
'something' just as he did when he was adressing her. "Did you
plan your death with others? Do you think that your creator
wouldn't feel hurt because its own creation was planning to be
slain by some other?" Faelan was still clueless about his
situation, but she found herself pressing on further, assuming
details when she could be completely wrong. Now, she held her
tongue, listening to him once more. Immediately, she shook her
eyes, eyes closing. "The pelt wasn't necessarily my creation.
Something before me had created the wolf in which I took it
from. I only slaughtered the animal to take something from it
which would be used to my benefit. I wouldn't hate you simply
because I can get a new one just as easily. Of course, it would
be my natural instict to have a general dislike towards you, but
I wouldn't hate you. You broke something that I claim as my own
item; I've had it for years and I've grown attached to it, but I
don't love it enough to hate the stranger who ripped it."
Another shrug rippled over her being, her body straightening up.
This fueled her eyes to look across her arms. Goosebumps had
risen on her flesh. It was just about midnight, and the
temperature had dropped several degrees which would only cause
the water to get colder -- now that she thought about it, the
water was already cold, but being in this conversation with
Demonreach had made her forget about everything. To her, the
cold night meant changing back, but right now she didn't want
to. She wanted to continue talking with him, even if he
continued to bombard her with questions. Another grin pulled on
her lips. "But if you could make the skin better, or even make
my ability better, I would take it. Now, it seems incredibly
wonderful to be able to change into anything with a mere glance.
However, I know that as the years moved on, I would come to hate
that gift. Knowing this still doesn't tamper with my current
thoughts about it." Her eyes found his, locking with them as her
grin turned into a smirk. "What are your views on it?" She
purred on, head tilting several degrees out of curiousity.
"Would you consider tampering with an original copy to make it
better? People always say nothing's better than the original, so
would you consider ruining an original masterpiece to make one
of your own?"
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: January 28, 2012, 7:34 pm
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He smiled at her words. Him not fighting? He shook his head
slowly, though he waited another moment or so before answering.
"Ah. Not fighting... Well, how can you fight something that is
existence? That created what we all are? While I am the Idea of
that Reality, of everything that can be, has been, and will be,
I am still powerless against my Father, my Creator. Besides, he
doesn't particularly care about me other than when I exert
myself too much." He sighed, shaking his head ruefully. His
pools of sorrow watching her with mild curiosity. The once
sorrowful smile becoming one of amusement. It had been too long
since he enjoyed a casual conversation with another being... How
he missed just talking. He suppressed a sigh as he thoughts
reminded him why. The curious light in his eyes dulled some as
the shadows of his thoughts reasserted themselves, though his
amused smile stayed firm. "It has been too long since I have
enjoyed another's presence. Forgive me if I am a little short on
my words." He offered her an apologetic smile that touched his
eyes briefly. "I know I don't look like very old but when you
are extremely long-lived, what else do you expect?" He smiled at
the thought. "My actual birth would be around the time
Christianity found life. But I was around longer than that." He
shrugged lightly, his shoulders popping as he rolled them. "I
don't have a definite age. I simply... am. I can be as young as
a newborn and as to how old I can be, the possibility is damned
near infinite."
He waved a hand. "But I won't bore you with suck trivial
matters. They are not of import to the conversation. Although
should we divert ourselves from this path, then I will talk more
at length about myself." He flashed her an impish grin, though
as he listened to her continue on, the grin faded though the
smile was faint. "I have created many things, aye. Did I enjoy
watching them be destroyed? I could care less. But as I found
someone worth caring for, I grew to enjoy those things I have
overlooked. Such as living; breathing, eating, drinking,
feeling. I had forgotten what all those things meant because I
so precariously destroyed them from my being. They held no
influence in my life until that point." His visage darkened with
emotions as did his eyes before they became blank, indifferent;
though his smile was one of sadness, longing, and of happiness.
"So, I came to have a child. And with that child, I knew I
couldn't let him be destroyed by the world but I knew I couldn't
always protect him from it; from being touched by those around
him. So, I made him stronger. With his mother leaving us, him,
at such an early age helped with his growth." He let out an
exasperated sigh. "I don't know if that answers your question
but to tell you I care about some things would be a lie and it
would be the truth."
He laughed at her observation of his creator caring. As he
calmed himself, he wiped away frozen tears. "My 'creator'
doesn't care what I do as long I don't try to influence his
other, precious creations." He sneered. "Humans and the angels.
Half of those angels fell because of a few whispered words in
their ears. More than half the human population doesn't even
believe in Him." He looked at her for a brief moment,
considering his words. "And even half of those that to believe
in Him aren't even thankful for everything that they are given."
His brow twitched in minor irritation before he schooled his
emotions before continuing on. "Well, it is nice to know you
aren't entirely attached to the pelt. I wouldn't have destroyed
it in any case but I am a curious person and you have piqued
that curiosity, Faelan." He gave her a slow wink and a knowing
smile and his eyes glittered with amusement.
"Is it my own if it has already been imployed by others?" He
smirked at her words, chuckling softly. "The original is the
best, eh? I suppose that can be true in a sense because the
original has the beauty of its flaws that a 'masterpiece'
wouldn't. But there is always a flaw in anything and everything,
even the original isn't original after it is used. It has lost
value but some would say that use and wear and tear add
character, adding value. Tell me, would you buy a coat that had
holes and other things wrong with it because of its added
'character'? Or would you take the newer one that didn't have
anything wrong with it, even though the older one was obviously
of much higher quality than the new one? Sometimes less is more
and more is less. Maybe that was a poor analogy but I am out of
practice with bantering back and forth." He paused a moment
before continuing. "Lets say you bought the older, more worn
coat because you knew you could fix it, make it better because,
unlike the other one, this one is more flexible and allows more
room to work with. Or you buy the older one because it is simply
to ragged to wear and want to make something else out of it." He
held up a hand. "This might seem as if I am comparing you to an
old coat that needs to be shredded but think of it like this: If
you were to be shredded and made anew, better than the original
style of the older coat and definitely better than the new one,
would you prefer that instead of trying to retain your
'originalness' and being something insuperior to that of a
'masterpiece'?" He waited another moment before continuing on.
"The original could be better but if one didn't allow some room
for change then it would be useless. I have no qualms with
enhancing something or detracting something to make it better.
Times are changing and those within must learn to change with
the times. How long before your pelt becomes nothing but a strip
of cloth?"
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: February 22, 2012, 10:08 pm
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A soft breath escaped the man as strode down the well-traveled
path, the silver pools surrounding a black dot gazing upward at
the stars, not realizing he had stopped. With a heavy exhale,
which caused smoke to drift from his nose. Dracierous shook his
head, sending the mane of silver hair aflight in the night air.
With what his senses told him, there was a town not far ahead,
and one he would stay at for the night until the morn before
heading out once more into the world. Not that the halfbreed
needed to walk, he simply found it more... relaxing. Besides,
who wants to deal with the Fae all the damned time? Not this
man, that's for sure. He just barely restrained himself from
destroying them the last time he was in the Nevernever. Not that
he couldn't wiped them all out, but he would've done is
damnedest to try. That fight had nearly awoken his other half...
Not that he feared said half, but sometimes the things that
happened when the other half was awoken gave him nightmares...
Well, the aftermath of it. Not that he didn't remember bits and
pieces of the blackout but he was better off forgetting, he now
knew. But he was as curious as ever though, to learn to control
the other, slumbering half. At least learn to better control its
sleeping. His brow twitched in faint annoyance, though it wasn't
he that was annoyed... Well, it was him that was annoyed but not
him. The other half seemed to be aware despite its slumber. He
inhaled and let out the breath slowly and continued on his way
to the town, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
The moonlit night seemed to make the silver of his eyes and hair
stand out more; the pallor of his skin also seemed more silvery
though one would have a hard time discerning that since his skin
was sun-weathered. Realizing he lost his cigarette sometime ago,
he pulled out another one and placed it upon his lips, not
bothering to light it. Dracierous didn't smoke but it helped the
question that would be raised should people notice that he
exhales smoke from time to time without an obvious source.
Mortals these days...
His attire was simple traveling clothes: a black jacket covered
the grey shirt that would fit a bit tightly around his torso,
hinting at a body on the lean side of muscular; pants that fit
just tight enough to accentuate his nether regions but not
suspiciously so; black-on-white Converse adorned his feet. A
leather thong was placed around his neck, the piece of carved
wood hiding beneath the shirt.
As Dracierous topped the small hill, a smile found its way to
his features; features that gave the otherwise beautiful man a
rough handsomeness that seemed to balance out the beauty that
people often saw about Dracierous. His walk was easy, confident;
not fast nor slow. Despite the gleam of amusement in his silver
eyes, he looked bored and indifferent to the world around him,
which he was to a point. I wonder what strange meeting shall
occur this night... With that thought, his pace slightly picked
up.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: February 23, 2012, 7:52 pm
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Mariposa ran her fingers over the fanning leaves of an odd bush,
her other hand of delicate phalanges running up over her
cheekbone to her eye in order to remove loose strands of her
wavy blond hair. Curiosity lit up her sparkling blue eyes as she
brought her face down closer to the fan-like leave to examine
the little bug. It was cute, the bug; a red shell with little
black dots on it. A whimsical giggle left Mariposa as her index
finger neared the little bug, however it did not fly away.
Instead, the little creature crawled onto her finger, moving
straight up the appendage before stopping on the back of her
hand. Once more she brought it closer to her face, looking at it
with the same curious glint in her eyes before it flew away in a
flurry of shock and confusion.
Another bout of laughter left her, eyes closing out of enjoyment
as she stepped past the little bush, finding her bare feet
touching worn down dirt. The laughter almost immediately
stopped, her eyes opening and head angling downwards to look at
the dirt. Her head tilted to the side as she crouched down, her
dainty finger trailing through the dirt as her mouth cracked
open in a smile. With one last giggle Mariposa straightened up,
looking around once more, however instead of being amused with
another bug, Mariposa found herself being drawn to more weird
markings in the dirt. A light bulb dinged in her head as she
slowly placed her bare foot on the marking, finding the shape
similar to the shape of her own feet. She continued to do this,
following the footsteps until she were to run into a man.
Instead of stumbling backwards, Mariposa precariously hovered in
the air, giant, elegant butterfly wings, invisible to the human
eye, holding her up before she was delicately placed back onto
the ground, letting out a light squeak at the man.
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