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Post by Cerberus<->Orthus on Nov 15, 2005 19:02:08 GMT -5
It was a timeless question. Are we the creatures of habit? Creatures of creation? Were we born as we were, or shaped to be as we could? Philosphic wonderings that many a great mind pondered over whilst trying to decipher our true worth within this vast universe...
But Cerberus wasn't considering that. Well.. the head to the right might've been, but who could truly know? No, the main portion of the three skulled menace had its mind on something far less abstract, for he was by nature a creature of simplistic thinking. Evil suited the large brute well, much better than virtually anything else could do. Nine inch nails gripped the earth below effortlessly, massive haunch muscles pushing the behemoth on. He was on a mission, per say, seeking out some other... it was too complicated a thought for now. All he knew was that he was searching, and he would remember what for when he found it. Stalking on tirelessly, left and center skulls dead-set on the task at hand, scanning the area for threatening sights, sounds, smells.. right skull turned sideways and back endlessly, biting at and scattering the seething mass of flies that constantly bit at the creature. Open flesh wounds had a tendency to attract such insects, and Cerberus had amassed quite a following when his lacerations failed to seal.
He paused at length, a sturdy oak tree to his right, and a great barren streatch of dead grasses to his left. Where was that monster of the night, or day... or midafternoon... that he was looking for? The beast pulled down to a sitting posture, wrapping a gangly grey tail around exposed tissue and sinew, while right head kept on after the insects. It snorted in disgust, a thick, liquidy and gravelly sound. Left head turned to see the matter (considering center couldn't have seen if it wanted to) and snarled fiercely upon viewing. Maggots. The stupid festering things that caused a great deal of pain when they passed dead flesh and began feasting on the living. Odd though it was, they could eat as long as they liked.. the flesh never left him. Strange wounds these, horrible as only Hades himself could inflict. But the three headed villan barely remembered him beyoing a puff of memories, jostled about uselessly. All such memory was locked safely in the right, struggling presently to somehow remove the maggots with its useless tongue, and could never be repeated.. even to himself. Stupid punishements. That was the price one paid for ratting out one's master. Cerberus was confident he would never commit such a crime again, to be sure. His body eased down to the earth, forepaws crossed relaxedly. Center and left head laid themselves out upon the ground for a rest, while right continued tirelessly scraping...
Ooc; lol he's so gross, you gotta love him ^^. BTW anyone may reply to this, and be the 'thing' he was looking for
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Inkheart
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Black Heart Asylum
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Post by Inkheart on Nov 15, 2005 19:20:47 GMT -5
\\Patronum weapons dance through the conquested darque valle, oxynators sensing another. Sickening nape, arched, as taloned welkin dancers alighted quickly, bodice traveling, ever so slowly after the freakish odour. Weapons continue to react against the welkin, as oxynators flare once more, as the tripod came into exquisite view from his emralds. Canvass quietly drifted to the forbidden topography, as dial swivvled to meet the malieu of the nearby woodland, as kissers part, and emitt a shrill groan from his jowles. A Two-beat pace quickens into a demented lope, as the shrill ringing continues to flare like an ember throuout the malieu of the valle. //
\\Emralds gaze at the Cerberus, the jawless right, sightless center, and fully intact left, feeling as though they were all able to be glaring at he too, the Prized Stallion of the Asylum. Weapons dance further from their dragging motion, as the large, gander coloured beast becomes even clearer to him, as time stood to an infinate, hours upon hours, decades upon centuries, as the czar took the time to gaze, and notice the texture of the fellow darque, the gashes pon its barrel, and oh, so much more..//
\\Feathered daggers create a shuffling motion, as he finally meets the opposite bruj's ensemble, clovens skidding to an elite halt, as emralds continue to glare icily at the Cerberus. It seemed, as if he were attracted to the beast by some force, because, in fact, he surely did not lead his caramel physique to this very spot..//
"Good Evening, darque, if that is what YOU call yourself. I, am Inkheart, don't enjoy it? Well, deal with it. I am bound by no chains, I'll have you know.."
\\He could trail on for weeks on end, but wouldn't waste his precious breath on something such as this...//
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Post by Acid Talon // Sempera on Nov 15, 2005 20:22:37 GMT -5
Wind carried scents far from the inside of the lands that she had dearly been sent to, 3 inch talons gripping the earth's crust beneath her heathenous bodice. The wind grew colder as she entered her lands, amber orbs glancing silently around, as silent as her claws mildly scraped the crust. She was a trained killer, a fierce sort, that was why naturally she had turned to become the Lord's mercenary. Though who her lord was, or who his other 'comrades' would turn to be, she was uncertain. Yet, confidence surged through her every powerful step, as red scales glimmered dimly in the quiet moonlight. A beastly grunt escaped her jaw, as nasals filtered in fresh scents. Thin paper like auds perked slightly, as snake like tongue slithered from her maw greedily, as it scraped her outer lip. Scents filtered to her tongue as well, making her sense of scent greater than most beasts that lurked around.
Purple tinted wings shook slightly as the wind gathered beneath their closed state, as if trying to take her into the sky again.. Soon m'dear.. soon.. She hissed softly to herself. Amber orbs blinked, as her pupils slitted suddenly. Front talons left the ground effortlessly, as hind pillars extended upwards, nasals gripping to every scent that surpased it, as she identified two scents yet to be seen. A soft hiss came from her jaws, as sharp knifelike ivories were exposed in the moonlight. Wings left her back, as air flew swiftly beneath them. Hind pillars powerfully pushed the ground beneath her away, as she was skyborne again. Slits examined every shadow beneath her bodice, but she flew low, to have a better view of darker things, that weren't easily lit. It twasn't long however, until she spotted her prey, wings making the proper adjustments to downfall. She decreased her height, her wings extending further, as her four feet landed to the ground.. Her slender bodice made hardly a sound, and her wings folded behind her again, orbs directing to the two brutes ahead of her. One was quite an extaordinary sort, fleas and maggots surrounding its lifeless body. Soft crackling was heard through her maw, as small sparks erupted in her closed jaws. When jaws were opened again, of thin veil of smoke drifted into the air. The other was a bay therestal, by the looks, and had just met the other three headed creature. A thin outline of a smirk played at her features, as her talons carried her towards the duo. Thin forked tongue was momentarily seen as her red scales made way closer. Talons gripped the earth softly, as pisons stopped their forward movement, wings settling behind her. Auds barely drifted from their normal resting status, as lips coiled cold vocals sharply cutting through the night's crisp air. [/size] What is this? The small club of bachelors? Is that all you pathetic losers could think of making? She hissed loudly. Her dial raised slighly, for she wasn't a small creature, rather a bit larger than the both, from her breed. Smoke drifted from her nasals silently, as talons made indents upon the earth. She gave no heed to give her name to the brutes, they needn't refer to anything but mercenary.. Being the mercenary was a plus (as she thought of it) on her part, being that she was trained to kill, raised her stakes. Her confidence soared abnormally high, but not quite high enough to make a fool of herself... [/center][/size]
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Inkheart
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Post by Inkheart on Nov 15, 2005 20:42:15 GMT -5
\\Frigid globes slithered ever so slightly, as he scoffed at her remark, then, a dark smirk plain 'cross his features. whipcord thrashed, as the bruj stepped not so eagerly forward, turning his dream box to the dragoness.//
"All WE could think of? Pathetic. WE never thought of anything, question is, twas it you whom made the rash assumption, Mercenary?"
\\He could immediatly pinpoint that the lass was the mercenary of the darque legion, yet, frankly, he could care less. He was the Prized Czar, and, that was all that he reminded himself of, over and over. He watched as her paperthin globes shot him the icy glance, and yet, he shot one right back. Dial swivvled to the sounds of the crawling skin of the Cerberus he had just recognized, as wind uppholsteries beat the welkin once, leathered equine proceeding into the airborne state of mind..//
\\Geode-like being flitted in the opposite motion once or twice, before glaring into the orbs of the femme once again, daring her to talk back to him.. Dare to Speak again to Me, ess? That's it, fall right into my little trap, so I can thwart your future plans, yes?//
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Post by Promise Broken on Nov 16, 2005 9:48:31 GMT -5
All is falling into chaos is it not? There is no good in death that one can see, nor should they. For when one dies they are sent to hell, whether their dear lord wishes to redeem them is something Nyx didn't pay mind to. For the sinful nature within every being lists them as an occupant of the devilish place even in life. It is foolish to think that one is innocent, for that is simply never the occurring case. Nyx, himself was death's right man. A demon of the dark, he was the lord of shadows and the lord of this domain. He had recently arrived, his history and past clouded to him, for he knew only the fiery depths in which he had been created. Was not something he detested, in fact... he enjoyed the freedoms that being a breed such as himself brought. One could abide by laws only his own, and therefore he'd been given reign for his talents. And powerful he was, it was not lie. His hair of the blood crimson shade. And his eyes a most soulless silver glare. One could get lost in such pale glass, for they were captivating, like the eyes of the basilisk. He stole the soul with such foul attributes. His face was remarkably stunning for one of his breed. His cheek bones held strong beneath his eyes and his skin was smooth like copper lace; the skin toned to a pale copper tint. His chest was broad and sat beneath strong set shoulders that stood proud and tall. They supported the long black cape that hung dead behind him. His hair, shoulder length made no movement other than when he himself moved. His posture was sturdy and self confident. To many he seemed nothing but another human, only his eyes and unearthly tinted hair showed anything other than that. His legs were long and sturdy pillars which now walked effortlessly through the tall grasses towards the congregation of his followers. The shadows around him seemed to thicken and close in upon the places he laid his feet. his face cold, and emotionless as he came ever closer to the larger figures. All of which had greater power in body than he, but he was the master of mind and darkness. A creature unique and unlike any other, there were none like him - Nyx alone was the feit of hell. And to prove this the purity of the wind could not behold him, could not like his face with its soothing torrents. The wind itself to pure to possess him was banished from him and could not flutter his coat, nor chill him with its breeze. It could not sanctify him and thus his cloak lie stilled behind him, thought the wind gusted past to send the grasses and trees bending from its weight. Yet his hair and cloak lay untouched, the wind had no power over him.
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And as he came closer, his eyes grew darker, always silver, always piercing, but they were dead, glassy and ever so cold... ever so cold. There was no soul in such eyes, there was no emotion. The only thing portrayed within those crystal pools - for anyone who dare look - was death, the cold realization that death was upon them, death was arriving - hell was waiting.
He came upon their midst and stood, soundless, and silent, listening to their banter. Shaking his head he looked coldly from one to the next, pondering each figure and scrutinizing each being. Locking a gaze with each creature before passing to the next until all their were properly assumed. Nyx lowered his head and laughed, a long throaty laughed, that reverberated deep down through his chest and bones. It was not a loud belly laugh, nor a quite innocent kind - but it was slightly mocking in tone, and got across a valid point. these three would be sharing a terra whether they got along or not, yet bickering amongst themselves was pointless, at least as of now.
|| Enough squabbling. Let's not ruin this wonderful night before us ||
There was deep, cold sarcasm layered in the sound of his voice, which was far from kind. It was rash, dark and hateful - with an inner source of power that seemed to reverberate throughout hell as his voice echoed through earth and air. It was a demanding voice, a voice that demanded respect and whose sound proved that it was a dangerous game to play with a soul such as Nyx. They'd all come here from what reason? Did they even know? Nyx was here, the shadows were awake - their Dark Lord was arisen.
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Inkheart
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Post by Inkheart on Nov 16, 2005 19:35:37 GMT -5
Czar looked icily at the Lord, then, gave him a slight bow, taking an attempted step forward...
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Post by Cerberus<->Orthus on Nov 16, 2005 20:15:32 GMT -5
Cerberus's side skulls didn't pay any heed to the equine intruder, but the center was interested. What it lacked in vision was made up for in the other senses, and its combination of scent and hearing identified the location, gender, and mood of the newcomer. Shifts in the air currents gave him its approxomate size, and the left head opened one lazy eye to get a view, to verify what he had identified allready. Yep, 'twas an uninvited guest. Was this the one? The center turned itself around, nudging the tireless right, whose attention turned rather jerkily to lay sight on the dark menace. No, it shook slightly, this wasn't the one. The Dark Lord was what they wanted... but he couldn't communicate this to his fellow crainums. It was in this odd way that Cerberus hid his own information from himself. "Good Evening, darque, if that is what YOU call yourself. I, am Inkheart, don't enjoy it? Well, deal with it. I am bound by no chains, I'll have you know.." The bay beast hissed, and the left head snapped to attention from where it lay upon the earth. The beast rose to his paws, muscles tensing, visibly in a few places. The center gave it a rough knock upside, warning it to be silent. For now..
Something descended from the sky, and the right and center raised their attention toward it, following with sight and sound to its landing point. A dragon, by its smell. The left head snarled moodily at the horse, its greedy eyes peeling over its flesh... The left head was always eager for a fight, and would have persued the matter if the red beast hadn't spoken. What is this? The small club of bachelors? Is that all you pathetic losers could think of making? . The bay responded with some smartaleck retort, and Cerberus growled, deep in his chest this time.. no way to tell which head had instigated the sound. Gurgling and slurping, it was.. less than pleasent. Suddenly, the right's attention shifted to something in the background, and indicated with a barely audiable whine that the other two were to do the same. It was... they couldn't make it out at first... ah. They knew instantly, for it was rare that the right may take control of the brute's massive form, so when it demanded that the body sit, and curl its ghastly tail around itself, set its paws neatly as could be done, and hold itself impressively, they listened. It soon became apparent to all, that they were in the presence of their Lord. Left head made a less than welcoming snap, sterling fangs glistening in enraged fury at who-knew-what, but a sharp nip from the center shut it up. He spoke.. not to ruin the night with squabbling, 'eh? The center head raised itself above the other two, tracking the position of the Lord with its acute hearing, whilst the other two heads set themselves lower in their traditional methods: Right simply watching, and Left's gaze stalking about, as if looking for something to attack. The center spoke as the bay beast moved nearer to the Lord, it's voice at first indecipherable. A thick, disgusting sort of speach that welled up from its chest, obscurred with semitorn vocal chords, half brusied trachea, and a mass of other grotesque injuries that were imporperly healed, leaving him with a tone of speach almost nauseating to hear, if one wasn't prepared...
Lord, this beast is yours to command.
Prehaps the center head was the only one with a spark of intelligence, for when one had three heads.. the brain had to be devided somehow, correct? It seemed that the left had been given the capicity for anger, for hate, resentment, for fighting, battle, murder, and the like.. the Right, the main capicity for memory, and the center.. the smart one. Not much for anything else, but it could talk pretty well. All in all, it was a falsity that one would blame as a freak of nature, though he was unnatual. There was a reason nature never designed beasts this way, and that was the same reason he was a rare member of his breed.
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Post by Promise Broken on Nov 16, 2005 20:22:16 GMT -5
Nyx at first seemed not to react to all that occured. The winged equine moving slightly closer after a slight bow, and the cerberus... eye the demon from hades. Nyx had heard of... fine beast it was in some aspects. A strange creature indeed, three different persona's locked upon one body. How odd it was, yet fitting for the dark ones intentions. To see such reverance before him, might have made him swell with self confidence, but Nyx felt none of it. His eyes glaring, his mind set upon one goal, and one goal alone. He was a killer a murderer, a bringer of death. His army, his followers were his comrades to some extent, though few could match him. Nyx gave respect to few, but those who received it were vastly rewarded the pleasure's of hell, and hell was a pleasurous place indeed.... especially if one was of sinful nature. Smiling to himself the play of his lips into the upwards knoll seemed like joy, but it was a callous emotion that could be plainly read by those who were true to him. His fervent eyes remained cold and deadly pale as he glared upon each soul. First the black thestral, then the three headed beast. observing the gruesome appearance, Nyx nodded in grand approval. Though he was most curious in how the dog had come to live upon a land with mortals, when the boundaries of hell were its known region.
Slowly the shadows seemed to lurk forward, misting gently within the air like fog. However only the trained eye could see, those who had seen hell's flame were more vulnerable to the sight, others not so much, perhaps it would seem darker to most, but Nyx could see the life within each dark tendral that flickered from tis rest to encircle first the ebon then the cerberus. snakings its way through the soul of the creatures who had acknowledged him. Its feel unnoticable it gave no touch. It left a snared mark upon the beings spirit. Marring them as mark, embedded with the water mark of hell. And thus the shadows disintigrated back to their places of rest, beneath trees and bushels, and behind each figure. How they moved and writhed as tehy fought themselves back into place made the feit's eyes glimmer with a lust so vague and strange that he himself could only describe it as a copper taste. One would and should know of the taste. If they didn't they would soon learn.
|| I am Nyx, a feit by any other name, pronounce theyselves, so that you are more than objects to me - let me know the names of those whom lay at thy command. ||
It was a demand that was rash, but not overwhelming. It did not hold a great confidence nor a belittling of the fellows before him. He knew in comparision he was quite small, seemingly vulnerable but his voice portrayed the deep velocity of his greater power. He was mortal - he could be killed, though not by any mortal death. He would age, but never die, yet sword, fang, tooth, or claw could lay him back to hell's rest. however, there were not many foolish enough to try.
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Inkheart
Prized Stallion
Black Heart Asylum
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Post by Inkheart on Nov 16, 2005 20:31:08 GMT -5
"I am Inkheart, Dark Pegasus, unlike my three brothers. Pleasure to meet you, Lord Nyx." The thestral gave a slight nod, and retreated from the darkened figure of the Cerberus, and Dragoness, by adding a paced two-beat, worn flight ligaments resting lightly by the equine's side. Coal orbs glanced back to Nyx as he slowed to a semi pad, before halting, a shallow smirk playfully dancing a'ross his maw, as weapons dance once more over the sparse thicket his brethrin dubbed "a feast". Whipcord lashed, as he settled by the Mercenary, and powerful Tripod, who's maggotfilled ensemble made the czar cringe once more, the able mind of his tasting implement beginning to rupture from the clench of his kissers. Dream box swivvled a bit, as the czar approached a small bit of liquid, most likely mud, before gashing its clear, tempra appearence with a single weapon...
Although, he had not fully been dubbed Prized Czar by the Lord yet, he still questioned himself, about, how the light side, and the darqueness came into existance, the tale he had always heard, only of the femenine light, from his past. Only then, did he realize, the tainted soul Nyx had cursed upon his love interceptor, made him realize, there were no light hearted one's, or, at least none will exist in the future, the darqueness will conquer, the dark Lords seizing the Lights, sending the full throttle pace, on the fate of the third rock from the great heavens, that he shalt never notice, or seek ever once more, in his longevity.. Thestral ceased the thought from his dream box, as his kissers parted slightly, before turning his dial, taking flight, and hovering slightly over to Nyx's ensemble, the tan Lord, his souless eyes, the embers of hell that burned in his heart. Orbs darted from comrade to comrade, as he took another pace forward...
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Post by Acid Talon // Sempera on Nov 17, 2005 17:47:06 GMT -5
The master has still not arrived and all that is done is staying with the two brutes.. One made a smart alek respnse to everything that was said, whether directed upon himself or not. The three headed beast, seemed to be ignoring everything that was going on around him.. but naturally what seemed to be and what twas were two things of a different type.. Forked blue tongue darted into mere glance before sheathing itself again. The few creatures that could smell with their tongues usually had excellent sense of smell, and she was not one to differ on that part than the rest. The master still wasn't in radar. Perhaps one could say she was eager to meet her new lord, for that had been what she had been trained for for all of her life, taught by the best to slay with the least amount of attention if needed, and to kill swiftly and quietly. A perfect mercenary, naturally speaking if the lord didn't wish to carry out his deed by himself. However, she was his right hand, or she would be.. Darks were allies of the few... but they trusted fewer. She wanted to be both.. as she wished him to be.. As for the others that she had recently encountered, she had no urge to get to know them better, no urge to become 'comrades'.. It was her master she served and her master she obeyed, or so she had been taught. Dragons were a mysterious creature, as they could overpower most, but at the same time usually most were docile and calm.. She was once again an exception, as her parents had noticed from birth. If one trains of only one thing for 3 years, that would be the only thing one would hold close, and this is what Sempera did. Amber orbs glanced icily to the thestal again, as his mocking vocals emitted again.. All WE could think of? Pathetic. WE never thought of anything, question is, twas it you whom made the rash assumption, Mercenary? Bodice didn't flinch, nor did her thorns move from their resting spot. Silence overcame the three, but the three head beast seemed to growl, but it wasn't something that was ordiarily heard, it was quite hard to explain. But the beast still didn't rise. Orbs rolled slightly, already starting to get fed up with the bay's snappy retorts. Jaws opened, as sharp white ivories glinted menancingly, as a short bored tone was emitted.. [/size] Well I'm glad you have told us all that you don't think. [/size] Sempera said icily. She wasn't one to argue over pointless things, she was more of a creature that liked to fight things to settle them.. Words got one no where, but fighting was a different matter. Orbs rolled again, as they wandered further ahead, hoping to see the master come out from the fog.. Thoughts pondered on the thestal, exactly why did he think he was above every one else? All the winged horse did was transport the Lord, but any winged creature was allowed to as well. He was nothing but a bus or a taxi cab. She was a hitter, a ruthless killing machine. Thoughts wandered further, as blue forked tongue was seen breifly again. A particular stentched scent caught her senses. Thorns pricked slightly as soft footsteps were heard. Orbs caught sight of a frmae moving from the fog as it was identified. Her lord..
As the copper toned master came further, wings emerged again, flattening tremedously, as her neck bent down, as if in a bow. Wings coiled again as dial raised once more, orbs searching his whole bod. Copper hued skin, was the most noticable physical feature, but she could tell that he was no mere dark soul.. He didn't have a soul. Like her.. Lips parted as vocals came from her vocals seeking his ears..[/size] Welcome m'lord.. I am cursed Sempera, your trained Mercenary.. [/size] She hissed, but no sassiness came from her vocals. Unlike the stallion, she didn't disrespect ones that were of a higher rank than she, and those were few. Flame shaped tip of her tail, didn't waver nor move. Orbs searched his bodice again, only wandering as the stallion came bside her. A soft growl was heard but it sounded more in the lines between a snarl and a hiss. She listened silently as the others spoke in greetings to her master, as she waited to see if he would reply.. [/center] [/size]
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Post by Promise Broken on Nov 17, 2005 18:47:45 GMT -5
Nyx's gaze traversed between the three as his tendril like shadows wrapped about the draco's essences, markgin her as well. He studied her coldly, analysing her every feature every mark. Noting her size and power, and drawing in the very lacerating marks upon her claws. He'd mark them all with visible markings eventually, but now was not the time. The Shephards hand was attempting to lead, and Nyx was out to smite that hand. However he had no current plan, no current accomplishment that was pinpoint. His overall goal was so vast and expanse it was folly to try and commit it so soon. He'd need to choose his victims and his captives wisely, playing out each figure, each form. Striking woe and seeming greif when need be and then harboring and torturing the loved so as to rear anger within the lover. For once engulfed in rage at the sight of such neglect and abuse the one fighting for the beloved, welcomed the jealous demon of hate, and rage. It was a demon that Nyx himself was... he knew the emotions well. For Nyx was but more than one creation. He was the fire's of hell. The rage of the underworld. The blazing inferno of enternal disspair, hate, rage, and anger. He knew the feelings of jealousy and greed, and harbored the corruption of neglect and malicioiusness. Yet he was also the cold. The breath of death's kiss, and the silence of the shadows. The cool collected abyss that thinks quicker than many man. Nyx admired all his followers here. The Cerberous of great interest indeed, was a most interesting being. However - he looked to the dragon and found promise. She'd make his task greatly easier. The incompetance any follower was unwise, yet she did not seem to have much of it. Not much that was readable within her features. She seemed... a prospect... indeed.
His eyes then fell back tot he three headed mongrel. A true site for startling the pure. A weapon? Yes greatly. A deversion? Perhaps not so much. Nyx could see the willingness to fight and the anger of hell within one, the intelligence, within another, and the right? - it was yet to be determined. Time would reveal all... the shadows would expand and the fingers of life would be snubbed by an ever growing flame. The grey toned skin, putrid and seemingly rotting was a most appealing site to Nyx for, ironicaly and with dry humor... he thought, -just like home-. With a damned smile he ran a hand through his think plumage of blood colored lust. His mind harmonizing with a plan as he thought of the mercenary and the the warrior... he had all but been lost in it. His fingers seemed to play with air as he pondered, the skin growing dark from the presence of the manipulative shadows. Was his most wonderful gift. The dark. He could manipulate it, bend it to his will. Perhaps he would but startled the lighted ways, just this once. Perhaps he would go merely to denouce that they had arisen, that trouble was near, and that the war had only but begun. He'd carry in his minions upon the dead of the night, drawing the darkness close around him and his fellows, spreading it out like a mist he would. Drown them int he dark, and block the moon from shining. They come from the menacing drifts and merely appear. Cerberus last, to bring up the rear, last to appear the final fight,. He would prove what was to come to them... death and decay - for Nyx liked the malicious crude beast. His demonic essence most appealing to the hellish figure. The dragoness would be hailed first. She would discard the light about to send them into alarm, thus Nyx would follow upon the stallion inkheart. Thus finallizing the reign of a new leader, a new presence to lead the shadows towards conquer. Then they would leave, making a mark so deadly inferior that it would never be forgotten. ahh... it was a wonderful plan... But it would need finallizing, it would need deeper planning - however he had the outline, he would work harder.
inkheart. Looking back towards the winged beast, he approached it, his eyes bearing into his. He saw an arogance in him, though not the grandest of intelligence. This did not mean the thestral to be dumb or bronx headed, but merely slightly below the intelligence of the greater beings. though still smart for his kind. He was more reliant on instinct as his genre tenderly were. However Nyx liked this one, the arogance in his eyes, meant there was a fire within. Fire no doubt... He did not examine Sempera as deeply as he did the others. She was his mercenary? was she not? He had higher expectations for her, she'd need no coddling, and he felt confident in the judgement of those who had trained her. What brought her here? He didn't know, but he would expect nothing less of her, than one he knew to be true. It was a great respect he gave, perhaps he was wrong to assume, but soon enough he'd see, for now there was much to be done.
Clearing his throat he broke away from them all, turning away then turning back, his hair shifting lightly upon his shoulders. He fixed a gaze upon Inkheart, and then each one in turn - finalizing his descision, then lowered his gaze to the grass, seeming to concentrate upon something other than the words that came from his speech.
|| Inkheart, take to the skies and wander about the land of light, observe all you see and remember well. your eyes shall be mine. Sempera, traverse alongside him and remember as well - observe but do not fight. Protect my prize and make sure no betrayal is issued. Cerberus, you may plunder as you will. I give you free reign to reak havoc upon the lands, both dark and light.
He paused finished with his instructioned his concentration broke and his gaze lifted, eyeing each one in turn. Each one with a different mission. The guard he placed Sempera as was not in the fact that he did not trust his Thestral. It was a precaution. He had senced some faltering emotion in the promising winged beast, he did not want to risk temptation, thus Sempera was to wathc, observe and guard. The lights were Nyx's only enemy here. Cerberus.... a worthy one to start up a reign of terror throughout the lands. However his speech was not finished and he shifted. Nyx had not moved since at last, but remained still - nearly stone upon the cranice grasses beneath his feet.
|| You shadows hide your essece - I have manipulated them so. They shall hide your true forms from those who are not of our alliance, however, should anyone look at your shadow upon the earth and notice its oddity their eyes will be open and they will no longer be blind to your corrupted souls. And you know not of me, should you be confronted or spoken to by any creature, you are to say you work of your own command. I must remain unknown as of late. I dismiss thee all now, return with favor - failure is a rarely acceptable.
The words were the finishing instructions, his concentration during the first speech had been to conjure the cages that would harness they corrupt demonic feautres from the sight of the blind angels. This would serve a small purpose for limited amounts of time. The only one he had not done this to, was Cerberus. He wanted all to know the three headed demon, he wanted all to know that the beast was a terror, he felt no need to mask hades' guard.
And with that he noded his head, his eyes closing, as if to finallize the orders he turned upon his heals and walked to an old tree, marked and worn. The bark black from years of abuse. Ahh.... the luxuries and pleasures of the dark. The shadows had no law... there was only the powerful.
...and thus it begins.
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Inkheart
Prized Stallion
Black Heart Asylum
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Post by Inkheart on Nov 17, 2005 19:11:01 GMT -5
With a silent whisp of the thestrals winged impliments, his physique took to the heavens, tainted with the constellations of his ancestors, his mother, sire, and everything in between. The stench of Orion continued to glisten alongst the undersides of the sod-like thicket, as the equine's ligaments beat at a steady pace, globes glaring back down to his Lord, and, the Mercenary, who was ordered to be his follower for the scouting. Spiral motion continued, as maimed winged figures acended higher into the bloodstained heavens, the slow lope of his weapons gathering under his physique, as bodice enters the full state of mind, the bullet shape, his bulk ensamble only but a mere cartridge for his sickening pleasured mind.
Emrald globes scan over the tilla, a heavy gasp emitting from the jowles of the beast, as he imagined the darques, conquering the light-hearted, the damned, taking over, and crushing the souls of those who trust in Zeus's command to guide them. The equine continued his pace, as none were noticed throughout the topography, taking in the sights of the thicket, the surrounding woodland, then, only then, was a patch of light discovered. A small pix, an infant, flitting beside a bulker figure, and then, a femenine physique. How Nyx would have loved to squish the tiny pygmalions himself, the dirty little shrews, thinking none resided in this dwelling of hatred. His gaze locked on to the foolish little ganglias, as he alighted nearby, keeping a watchful eye upon the flitting creatures, so happily they were, the florescant items that surrounded them, gorgeous knives, roses, and a small bonfire...
The demon took to the heavens once more, scouting for Sempera, the demoness, the Mercenary, the trained fighter, nothing more, as himself, and Cerberus.. __________________________________________
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Post by Acid Talon // Sempera on Nov 18, 2005 21:05:47 GMT -5
The master's cold souless eyes were now directed upon her, but yet she almost did not know how to react. Some would look away or down, as if not to disturb her lord, but only lights did such petty things. True she had very great deal of respect and perhaps even awe of her lord, one of the talented few that had been proven of greater importance of herself. She didn't necessarily seek command or rule, or not over her lord. She would never achieve such a powerful title, besides she was beast, not human. Perhaps over her comrades, if she were to have any, but that was not on her first thought. She was contented as his mercenary, as he had accepted, for that was in a way how she had learned to breath, killing filled almost every thought and every tactic. Stealth was needed for the hunters, which she had learned and trusted, as was the sheer might to be able to kill a petty and innocent creature on command, whether fairy queen, or meer light soldier. Dial shook softly to herself as mind drew foolishly away from the task at hand, the lord still gazing endlessly at her. To many, his every glance would make their skin (or scales) twist, hide rising in fear. Her orbs rested upon his with a sense of fearlessness but yet respect.. Emptyness, but also seeking a command. It was odd how such a simple thing might work in so different ways. Copper orbs of the male serached her bodice longer than she had initally expected, as her orbs silently attempted to read his, but if was quite challenging even from the killeress. She would most likely be branded, which she didn't have any liking towards. True it showed loyalty among groups, but was it completely necessary. A barely audible growl echoed to herself, somewhat annoyed with her ownself with drifting off yet again.
As the master's orbs drited to the others with a somewhat look of perhaps satisfaction, her orbs left as well, but this time upon the black beast that was flying above the three. The winged brute landed again, as Sempera gave him a reapproaching glare, amber orbs locked angrily onto his. The fool had no sense of respect nor dignity as it seemed, as secret thoughts tucked behind her own mind. She'd keep a close orb on this brute, for sure.. Who knew where the stag's true loyalities layed. But one could be deathly assured that if he stepped a fraction out of line, she'd be the first one on his black hide. Forked tongue was seen again, but only the other three's scents wre close by, or nothing else besides was near enough or big enough to cause harm or a threat. Orbs wavered to the three headed beast who seemed to awaken promptly from the master's arrival. All three heads were doing different things, all thinking different things. How could one put up with that.. Thorns drifted slightly, but thoughts continued. He was a warrior, however, and most likely a decent one as well. But who really knew until you saw one in action. Thorns scarcely moved as the lord's cold pitless vocals recieved from her auds, as words sliently registered into her ceribrium. Sempera, traverse alongside him and remember as well - observe but do not fight. Protect my prize and make sure no betrayal is issued. The words directed to her took the most note, though the others didn't go unnoticed. A silent nod was issued as she saw the blackened brute take off at once, a soft hiss vibrating through her vocals. Lips parted as white ivories glinted mysteriously as vocals descended from her maw. With pleasure. She hissed softly, her orbs departing from her masters. Talons gripped the earth as she pivoted smoothly, orbs searching for the quick flighted stag. Claws took her a few more steps further forwards as she spotted the scorched beast, orbs locked onto target. Red and purple tinted wings spread tremendously, the almost 20 foot wings span testing the air before she departed. Without warning, back pistons shot from the earht's crust, small clumps of dirt flying into the air before landing on the soil in which they had departed momentarily from. Wings gripped onto the air as wings stroked the air powerfully, causing her red hued bodice to rise. The dragoness rose to the level of the thestal, as a loud snarl was made towards the rude creature. [/color] I suggest you watch your place. [/size] The demoness threatened darkly. She was not one to take things lightly, but she was one to follow the instructions of her master. But one could be assured, if the thestal stepped even slightly out of place of the lords wish, he would be off the air for quite a loong time.. She would make sure of it. [/center] ooc: promise, did you actually want us to go into the light lands or pretend we did?
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Post by Cerberus<->Orthus on Nov 19, 2005 8:20:12 GMT -5
--reply--coming--later--
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Post by Promise Broken on Nov 19, 2005 17:51:24 GMT -5
ooc: yeah - i intended yall to actually go up into the light lands, stir up a bit of trouble, lol ;D have fun! mwahahaha
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