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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Draven Crowe Date: October 2, 2012, 4:53 pm
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As Draven hung there, she could only think as the blood
continued to drip down her neck, creating a fine red line of
blood to trail up her cheek and to fall from her forehead, what
her life could have been if she hadn't fucked up so many times,
if she had just learned to deal with pain, loss, and sorrow. She
would not have ran away... Right? She would have dealt with
losing her loved one... She would have nodded and went on with
life with a forced smile upon her lips, but then again that was
nothing like Draven. She didn't just take what she wanted, she
took what she needed, she couldn't just... Go on with life
without the one she wanted, and needed. As these thoughts
processed in her mind, she began to slip, slip into a deep
slumber. Her mind blanked out and she began to dream; she
dreampt of a man, he was in the shadows so she couldn't see his
face, but he spoke to her; she had never heard that voice before
now, right? She couldn't remember. It was funny how long this
had taken, and how short it seemed to her own mind. A few hours
after she bled dry, her eyes began to flutter open, yet she felt
so different... It was an odd feeling, slowly, she began to sit
up, but winced as she did so.
Her hand flew towards her neck, and she gasped out loudly.
"What... What is going on?! Am I dead?!" Her eyes looked around
frantically until finally she saw the woman who had caused her
this pain, she squeaked and jumped to her feet looking at her.
"You're... You're crazy!" Taking a deep breath, a new emotion or
rather feeling washed over her bones... She had never felt
this... Strong before, her head was pounding with something...
She didn't know what it was, but she somehow knew she wanted to
do whatever it was, it was just something that would make her
more... Herself. Gritting her teeth, she snarled under her
breath and looked at Angele. "What did you do to me?" Her words
were spilled slowly.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: October 2, 2012, 5:42 pm
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Angele's eyes brightened up as she seen the waking moments of
her Prodigy; the one she had made with her own blood and sweat.
She tilted her head from the reaction that was made by Draven,
but could only grin a toothy grin. Her own wrist was healing up
slowly, for she used some herbs to help seal up her flesh. The
reaction that Draven had was understandable, for she could only
remember the last seconds before Angele had pulled her into this
state of suffering, but all of that was over now and all of that
would be known before the girl. Angele stood to her feet, nearly
towering over the other woman and walking toward her with
examining eyes. She hadn't noticed that she was completely nude,
which, in her panic, it was understandable why she wouldn't.
Near the Heart of Hasen, the resonance was strong, Angele could
feel it pulsing and she was sure, that once Draven had calmed
down, she would too. She placed her finger against Draven's lips
while pressing her own body against hers, backing her against
the wall to show dominance. "Shhhh. Angele no harm.. Me make
Draven better.." She said, her voice just as gruff and
uneducated as usual. It wasn't spoken softly, for she had to
instil her dominance over the female, and this was the only way
she knew how. "You. Strong now. Fast. No more weak. No more old
life for Draven. Me give new life. Crowe life. My blood. Yours
too now. Not dead, alive. More alive. Angele think Draven be
happy?" She asked, though sniffed as she picked up on the scent
of decay wafting quickly through the air. It had distracted her
and caused her to walk toward the entrance to her tree house..
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Urdroxa Laemfear Date: October 2, 2012, 6:30 pm
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The surrounding jungle seemed to grow worryingly quiet as a
black mist descends just south of the city. The mist seems to
condense on itself as it taking a humanoid form. The black mists
suddenly erupted in a blinding flash as a naked male fell from
the blast. Slumped over his knees with his face in the dirt, he
slowly regains consciousness. His long black hair covering his
back and falling towards the ground beneath him. "My..." He
snarls viciously with the might of a Sabertooth and slams his
fists down into the ground, gritting his teeth together as
mighty roars halt in front of his teeth, making it seem like he
is almost in pain. "This... Place..." He said looking down at
the ground. "It.. is just so familiar...." He said in a daze of
confusion. He looks down to himself and sighs. "Why must portals
decrease one's clothing..." He says as he snaps his fingers, his
body beginning to robe itself very nicely, a specially designed
helm was placed over his enigmatic swirling eyes and his
forehead. His body was giving off intense amount of energies
that seemed to be controlled and dulled down by something to do
with the peculiar helm.
He stood tall at 6 foot 4 and stretched his arms out, cracking
his joints unimaginably loud and gruesome. He slowly tilts his
head back and sniffs the air. "A city, made of earth,
magically." He said gazing out in the direction of the city.
"The place wreaks with magic stain... But it's center... Feels
warm..." He said gently touching his chest. "... I've never felt
warmth... I must find out what's causing me this...
Distraction..." He said, dismissing mentally any sentimentality
he vaguely felt for the city and especially it's core. Walking
with tremendous ease through the bramble of overgrowth and
reaching the gates, phasing into the walls he easily enters the
city. "Strange... I can feel everything here... It's like a
living being... Dreams... Thoughts..." He sniffed the air again
and he suddenly cloaked himself in invisible light to conceal
himself from the general populace. "I don't need to draw
attention... Just in, then back out... Just enough time to find
this cause..." He said determined. Moving through the people he
sniffs the air constantly, attempting to follow the trail to
it's source.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: JD Draconian Date: October 2, 2012, 7:18 pm
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Hatred, fear, anger.....something was slipping through the
cracks and calling to him drawing him off, to where he didnt
know but the call was to great, to painful and sympathy laying
within the secrets of the call. His eyes opened slightly his
meditation ended by the void that called to him, he rose to his
feet his hand reaching to the sky seeming to grasp at the
melodic call as if something calling to be free or something
calling to live again. JD's eyes closed once again and his body
leaped up landing upon the muscular form of a mighty dragon, the
power he used to summon these beasts he hadnt used in a while
and thus continued with the travels through the bright blue sky
tearing like a bullet towards the message. His eyes remaining
closed until they arrived at the destination.
His eyes slowly opened the crimson tint to them gazing over the
entirety of the dark shadowed jungle, "disperse" the word left
his lips and the dragon faded forcing the man to fall towards
the ground landing with a crash in the middle of the jungle
raising dirt and dust into the air, fire slowly falling JD's
body following the calling that seemed to reach its grimy hands
from the deep reaches of the middle of the jungle. He stepped
forward walking along the path to the middle stopping along the
outside of the calling, what was it or better yet who is it?
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Vladamire Crowe Date: October 2, 2012, 8:36 pm
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How long had it been since he had last felt the warmth of Corvis
pulsate within his body. When was the last time he had expanded
his lungs with the cool fall air of Hasan. He tried to breath to
take in the air but found his mouth and nose full of damp soil
and worms tasted nothing but dirt enriched with the long dead.
He thought then of when he had last felt anything, when last he
had wondered on the world. He felt nothing but the tug of a
memory he could no longer access just the name of Vermillion
echoing within the deepest reaches of his mind. He felt within
himself to find the source of the blockage but could feel
nothing but the stagnation of long coagulated blood. Shocked his
eyes went wide filling his vision with the pitch blackness of
being buried though soon his mind forced upon him a small tid
bit of knowledge. He was free. Vladamire Crowe was still long
dead, never to return but himself, his mind had returned free of
the bonds that once held him to the Heart. He was someone new
with all the memories though hard accessed of Vlad Crowe with
all his power, yet not Vlad Crowe no. Vladamire Corvis was who
he was now no longer held by the normal bonds of life and death
reanimated and revitilized to a point of undeath. His blood no
longer flowed, his body though partially rotted no longer itched
with decay. He was reborn.
With a show of power he pressed his hand upwards ripping through
feet upon feet of piled up dirt he found open air against his
palm. The sensation tickled like a thousand pen pricks against
his flesh, yet not a single aspect of the feeling was negative.
Slowly almost deliberately so, he clawed his way to the surface
earning his way from the grave by his own hands and not the
power of who he once was. The sensations were invigorating, the
tear and slow repair of his muscles, the feeling of his more
exposed body parts against the dirt almost refreshing. He paused
then thinking to see the physical damage of his body and so
seeing it with his minds eye. His jaw was partially decayed
showing the muscles and bones of his jaw on one side, a large
whole in his abdomen the likes of which he had never seen.
Thinking for a moment he touched his power the earth around him
collecting and changing as its basic structure became that of
cloth and was bound to him like a bandage hiding from his face
down in a mask and his lower abdomen from view. He then thought
to his nudity and collected with his mind the shreds of his
burial clothes and changed them to fit his body a new.
With wings long decayed he wore a jacket to hide even from
himself the ruined flesh their departure had given, he created
jeans to hide away his surprisingly still intact genitals, and a
shirt to hide away any other signs of physical imperfection.
Resuming his climb from the depths of the ground he soon found
himself close to the surface and with a push ripped his body
from the embrace of the underworld. Exposed for the first time
to the elements dirt and grime were removed from his body by a
subconscious will to be clean, making his once more white hair
gleam with a radiance rivaled only by freshly fallen snow.
Raising his face forward he saw for the first time in so very
long Hasan, and the Heart in which he was once sworn to protect.
Pushing himself to his feet he made himself stand and walk
outwards into the rest of his ancestral home noting then the
people he once considered friends, his at a time daughter, and a
new woman who stunk of his old life. Taking a deep breath of the
fresh air he smiled under the mask of bandages, he was alive
again his blood replaced by what was once his only life line
slowly returning the warmth and color to his flesh, and even
more slowly fixing the wounds of death.
(Concidering how long I have been out of the game... I feel I
did rather well.)
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Urdroxa Laemfear Date: October 3, 2012, 3:03 pm
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Urdroxa slowly felt a tinge of inner fury and bestial rage as
the familiar male reappeared, so very vague yet so very close to
memory. He sniffed the air and shuddered in disbelief. "Him...
but... Not him..." He said curiously, noting the distinct smell
of corroded flesh and decaying blood, but now noting a smell of
it turning from decay to life. He turned his glance to the other
more important male, JD, also noting the same exact familiar
feeling with him, yet his mind plays constant tricks so he never
knew the truth from the falsehoods unless he bothered to weed
out the facts. He slowly made his way to Vlad's current
location, taking the guise of a simple cat, masking his identity
with a very very powerful inertial barrier preventing magical
scrying. He mews and rubs against random walls to make himself
seem normal. Sniffing once to get another, more closer, whiff of
Vlad. He finally came to allow himself to be noticed by
following Vlad without trying to make himself seem normal, now
allowing his barrier to fall, to test this person to see if he
was whom he thought he was. Now beginning to dart from hiding
spot to hiding spot, still trying to test this familiar yet very
vague person. His mind slowly began to ponder. "You... Who are
you..." He thought with serious determination.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: JD Draconian Date: October 10, 2012, 1:44 pm
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His eyes simply closed making his way forward almost late for
the show, he stopped the awful smell of rot and decay pressing
deep into his nose and his eyes stinging. He closed his eyes and
huffed forward fire descending forth from the quiet huff so that
he may push forward, his eyes closed and his body tense as he
pushed onward, stopping at the sense of the three powers whose
energy clashed with his very own, his eyes first traveled to the
small cat that had turned towards him his draconic eyes matching
the cats but paying no heed to it, next his eyes traversed the
scenery falling deeply into the forest but not upon the power
since it was so far away lost in the deepest reaches of the dark
forest. Finally his eyes rested upon the figure that seemed to
crawl his way out of the dirt in the ground, for the second time
in forever those memories rushed back at the sight of the man.
Blood rushed into the field of visions, cuts lining the entirety
of their bodies, gashes all of it lay upon the fragile forms of
the characters that surrounded this battle. Though the losses
were many, the battle was epic, they had lost two valuable
allies, Vladamire Crowe and Kayis Asader both of them very
powerful abyssal whose power was unmatched. His eyes and mind
returned to the figure before him and one word left his lips no
matter how much he had changed or different he looked JD would
always remember.
“Vlad”
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Draven Crowe Date: October 19, 2012, 10:20 pm
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Draven looked at the woman as she came closer to her; her eyes
went as wide as they could before feeling like they’d be
stretched out. “You’re c-crazy!” The words seemed to slip from
her lips in a gasp of a whisper, as she felt her back being
pressed against the wall of the tree house that she was within.
Draven didn’t feel normal… She felt so… Odd. Her eyes scanned
down the woman’s body as she looked down at her own and just
felt the urge to cry, she didn’t know what was going on… But
then she watched the woman named Angele’s eyes, and watched her
back away. Curiosity filled Draven’s orbs, but not to the point
to where she would want to move an inch from where she was
standing. She felt so vulnerable, yet not at the same time. She
wasn’t herself, she was… What did the girl call it…? A Crowe?
Did she mean like a bird of some sort? Once the woman walked
towards the entrance of the shelter, Draven gulped, and moved
just in time to see something that… was just not naturally no
matter the cause of it. Her eyes narrowed into slight slits, as
she tried to think of the reason for all of what was going on.
The only words that slipped her lips from there on out were;
“What is going on here?” But that was not the only odd thing
going around, two more essences came towards them, and Draven
sighed. Yaaaay, she was going to had to deal with more than a
crazy woman who wanted to kill her, an corpse coming out of the
ground…
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: October 20, 2012, 12:11 am
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Angele continued to peer out of the door way to her shelter and
tilted her head. Ignoring the words of the Crowe she had made
while sniffing the air to try and make sense out of what was
happening at this moment. There were so many new people and one
person who was oddly familiar, yet his scent was very strange.
Angele turned back to Draven quickly, placing her hand upon the
girl's cheek, caressing it gently. She looked down into the
woman's eyes and nodded. "Shhh. Don't be afraid of Angele. Me
made Draven happy now. Me make you. So you are mine.." She
explained the best way that she could. In theory, this would be
like a vampire making another. Draven would have no choice but
to listen to Angele, regardless of how she felt. She would feel
this urge to do what she commanded due to the very strong bond
that was created by sharing blood. "Stay. Until come back.
Draven safe here.." She told her before turning and leaping out
of the doorway and cloaking herself to mix in with the
surroundings. Her wings sprouted and carried her to the 'meeting
grounds'. Upon landing, Angele's form was revealed as she stared
the rebuilt man in the face, observing him like an animal would
anything strange. Her head tilted back and forth, causing the
hair upon her head to shift accordingly. Her black angel wings
folded as Angele tried to think of what to say. "Dad?" Was all
that she could muster up in an attempt to make sense of this
situation. He didn't have that scent about him, but he did look
and have this feeling of closeness. Maybe she was testing the
waters? Regardless, she would find out the meaning of this right
now. The others were of no concern to her, only this man.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Vladamire Crowe Date: October 20, 2012, 5:12 pm
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Urdroxa, JD, Angele, and a Crowe as of yet unfamiliar to him his
still foggy eyes drifted in turn in the direction of each, mind
slowly drawing up what it could. "Urdroxa... Cat doesn't suit
you, try a panther." he looked at what was once a member of his
family a traitor in all respects and smiled "at least you don't
seem to have lost your edge." His voice broken and horse from
disuse the tissue in his throat repairing now as the damage is
subconsciously assessed. His head swiveled to the mighty dragon
one of few remaining of note. His mind rushed to the time in
their youth when they had fought and learned in kind from each
other. Lessons hard won in death. He inhaled sharply and raised
his face to the air exhaling with the sharp warm roar of dragons
breath letting the flames kiss and color his waxy flesh. His
daughter. No the woman that was Vlad Crowe's daughter. Angele.
He took a step closer lost in the dead mans mind as his hand
caressed her cheek and ran through her hair. "So many years. You
Angele are beautiful and stronger than most could ever dream. I
was never a father to you and I never can be. You are grown and
you have grown well. You need no guidance and so I can offer
none, but know this." his voice broke with the familiar sounds
of sadness though for once his own. "I was not a father to you
before, and I am not a father to you now. I am not who I was and
never will be again. Your father Angele is dead. For that I am
sorry. Hasan has taken his spirit and left only what you see
before you. A shell of mind and body each rotted away to make a
new man..." he paused unsure of his wording but nodding slightly
to himself "My blood and your own can never be the same again.
The blood made us strong together... Now we make ourselves
stronger apart."
A tear of blood ran down his cheek the milky white the last
trace of Crowe from the decrepit shell and with the movement of
his head it fell to hover just a few inches between them. "This
is the last gift of a dead father, a seed of power. Of life. The
Crowe blood it builds and destroys nature. This seed of blood is
your fathers. When. If. You choose to make a Crowe blade. Place
it in the hilt. When the time comes you will see what it can
do".
"Urdroxa, Jd. Come with me." he looked at them both as he
hunched and forced his upper body clothes to reform in the shape
of wings and graft themselves to his back. "We need to talk"
With a single wing beat he took to the air the energy within him
making him lighter than he had ever been in life. "Angele I will
aid the Crowe if you ever need it, otherwise I will wonder to
become a new man. May Hasan always guide you to light and shield
you from darkness." With that he turned his body and flew. Far
away from what was once home
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