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Post by Vital Recognition on Feb 4, 2014 0:05:16 GMT -6
Silenced filled the agricultural terrain, truly overwhelming; a thick fog going over every crevice. Little sunlight peaked through the trees a rising sun could be seen just within the distance, like a new life the light brought little hope within the tightly knit agriculture. Just west of said inhabitants, slowly brought to life with the sun a canine lay haunches beneath her petite bod fluorescent oculi open, but dazed. As if even the globe would not awaken the vixen whom had been gone so long, or perhaps cranium so sunk in thoughts she simply could not bother... In truth she had never found the sweet succulent caress of dreams. Memories flickered through cranium, those of past kills, a world before the Insanctum even. Ahh, speaking of kills? The last victim slowly seeped into the vixen's cranium a smile creeping to kissers. The girl had been just a simple femora whom had been in the wrong place...at the wrong time. Silly girl, proved herself to have no worth to the Insanctum, and knew to much for anyone's own good, pore thing. Ha, should have gone with your intuition doll.. New Moon could simply not allow her to go forward any longer. Now? Well, the girl was gone, left in the depths of the aspen agriculture miles away it was doubtful anyone would even realize her disappearance, or care. The ebonite fea had not seen it coming, illusions of the cranium tricking her into believing she was dying before hand. Dying, over and over such horrendous ways her mind truly had an imagination once new Moon's illusion was given affect, the doll had no chance, truly the girl could have aloud the fea to merely lay their in sickening torture until insanity was finally reached. Alas there was not the type of fight New Moon truly enjoyed. A simple tearing of her jugulars in the end and any attempts at getting away were vanquished, not even a use of any other powers had been needed...was this good? You never know who's watching. You're never alone.
A slow curve found it's way to facial features as the petite vixen stood slowly, shaking the wondrous thoughts from cranium before stretching out alabaster canvasing her jaws unlatching to take in a deep breath of the chilled, damp, surrounding fluorescent orbs moving over the rocky ruins of the wretched humans. Years have passed since the last attempt to colonize the land of Arkane, left with no more victory than before the two legs have simply...disappeared. Wonderful really, the only inhabitants of the island with intelligence to spare being those whom share aspects of this girls bloodlines, Canids. Monsters some would say, but the most power being her own within the Insanctum, others little more than specks in the way. Another chilled wind ran through the terrain, winds howling an almost ghostly noise, wretched really but this place was often left alone, whom would really want to come to such a place after all?. It was perfect to find sanctuary in..to bring those whom have no chance.
Appendages took the petite alabaster femora forward, patchy soils beneath were far from comforting as the girl moved toward the ruins, interesting really in what they possessed as it had been what seemed to be ages since her last exploration of this area. Fluorescent visionaries flickered within the shadows of the nearby mountainous regions as they moved over an appealing slab of eerie worn rock, cement, leading into what would appear to be a large sanctuary of some sort. Perhaps another was here? Though it was doubtful as not many dared to spend the darker hours within the ruins, so many being scared of what the darkness could posses. Fear...ah fear had been long lost and now only the pure curiosity was left that could so easily kill her in the end.
Current Powers; Ice.Water.Illusion.Shadows.High Assassin of the Insanctum
If it was possible to die of boredom, Elysium would surely be a rotting corpse by now. Worse than a rotting corpse. Dust and bones and flecks upon the wind, soaring high overhead and tickling the passing beasts below so playfully. A stark wind flew right into his ramshackle den and he shivered, tucking his nose beneath his tail. No, cruelly.
The wind is so cold to me, brother. It threatens to blow out my life force, that tiny flickering flame inside me.
…Why is yours so bright and warm?
Emerald orbs snapped shut and he felt his forehead crease as he squeezed them tight, trying to force the memories deeper inside, farther away. Out of his reach. Let them sink into obscure unconsciousness, they did nothing for him! They only tightened his belly and flooded his throat with lead, because if there was one thing Elysium hadn’t been able to say, it was “Sorry”. Sorry, for allowing such a simple, stupid thing to irritate him to the point of flashing fangs—to the point of throwing his weight around at a point in time where it was disastrous to do so.
But his brother was dead and he was alone.
The scars that marred his snowy pelt broke up the faint colors cast upon him by a nearby tinted window—though as a wolf he had no way of knowing that was what it was. He simply knew it to be a sparkling centerpiece through which the moonlight glowed, alighting rows and rows of rotting pews in rose-colored light, the alter upon which he splayed turning the pink of newly-healed flesh. The doors to the forgotten church had long-since fallen off and been either dragged or flung elsewhere.
The building was drafty, but it was the most well-lit of the buildings due to the number of glass-stained windows that were carved into the walls. Not that Elysium feared the dark. Though his eyes were not as perceptive as a cat’s in dim light, his ears and nose were far more sensitive, drawing in deep lungfuls and swiveling to catch the smallest sound. He’d already located the local mice, who had since ceased their scurrying and gone underground for the night, nestled and warm in their burrows. Truly, it was only a foolish cub who was afraid of the dark, and it was a foolish adult to believe other fully-matured wolves capable of such fears.
No, adults feared—loneliness. A hard winter that threatened to wipe out their pack. A brother never forgiven for sins he did not commit. Adults had no time for ghosts and monsters, especially adults with powers such as his. Power hummed in his veins.
It was easy—to sense the blood. It was as if multiple hearts pulsed alongside his own. Here were the tiny mice, their beady black eyes shut in sleep, one’s tiny front foot twitching. There was a doe and fawn, bedded down for the night, just beyond the clearing. The mother had sensed him earlier. He’d known from the way her pulse sped, pumping oxygen-rich blood to her legs in case she had to flee. But once she’d further investigated, her heartbeat had slowed. Obviously she deemed him not a threat or too far away to not be of use. He’d thought to hunt her, but the thought of using his powers embittered him.
A soft sigh escaped his maw and his eyes flicked open to stare at the open doors. For the briefest of moments, he’d thought he sensed another heartbeat. But perhaps it was his own, loud in comparison to those at rest, present both in his chest and in his mind where the sound of the blood poured from. Where he could call for the blood, command the blood. But only if he chose.
Post by Vital Recognition on Feb 5, 2014 15:53:05 GMT -6
Stone cavity echoed in a soft rythmatic tunes, overwhelming cranium as the vixen moved into the larger building pads silent against the chilled stone floors. The strange essence of another hung within the depths of the room, as if she were not alone but simply had not realized it just yet. Fluorescent voids moved over the ruins slowly seeming ghostly against her own alabaster stricken canvasing. Harks flickered ontop of cranium as a chilled wind blew through the well-lit sanctuary, shards of shattered glass clung to the floors stepping past the shattered remains the vixen looked through the darkness, though eyes not well adapted as those of a cat light was slowly invading the room and soon the sunlight would take over. Allowing voids to swerve upward cranium wondered thoughts overwhelming for moments on in.
The dark is so simple, silent and powerful. Wonderful really a reminder ran over the fea as slithers of darkness fell over limbs, climbing up appendages in silent whispers, such a wonderful power. The control of the shadows, to be lonely was something truly impossible. You're never alone in the presence of such creatures. Then again, in those such as her self 'loneliness' is impossible. Truly improbable. Who has time for such aspects of drooling over another, the need for affection coursing through your veins just to have it ripped away once finally finding, another.. The slightest curve played to facial features as the femora's strange hues circled her, another brisk wind ruffled alabaster pelting causing a welcomed quicken of her cavity. The chilled night, a chilled day, all oh-so-welcome. Perhaps it has to do with her powers? Perhaps it revolves around what little of her childhood she remembers, where the flesh wound along her nape had been developed and a scar had been placed for a life time. The thought was unwelcomed, a low growl rumbling within lyrical but not truly being released into the world, instead silence. Silence as with the wind a scent slid along nostrils.
It was clear. Clear that not only was the vixen not alone but a canine was within the ruins, the very place in which she not stood. Along side her. Stupid Girl. Do not be lost within dreams. A low growl rumbled within lyrical cave, harks melting against cranium as the fea allowed voids to circle her soon landing on a creature just as herself. A canid brute with snow stricken pelting, piercing emerald voids that already stared at the entrance of which she had just entered. Stupidity. Stupid girl, allowing herself to be sidetracked to the point where she did not even realize there was another within her presence fluorescent visionaries met that of emerald, moments passing the silence of the area over-riding the fea's dome. "Hello" silken vocals escaped maw, lyrics filling the large room seeming to echo through out the sanctuary. Why had she spoken? Simply so silence did not provoke the male to do something...un-wise. So that the wretched sinking feeling within her pits would slowly evade canvas. Fear...fear was far from the feeling within her bod. Instead an almost anger within her soul burned, how could she act so ignorant.
Current Powers; Ice.Water.Illusion.Shadows.Teleportation, ManipulationHigh Assassin of the Insanctum
Tired green eyes regarded the white creature before him. He was not one to be enraptured in beauty when his own pelt cast the color of the rainbow, and the gaze he tossed her was both lofty and wary at once. Her sweet voice was too honeyed to bring more than a mere jerk of his head for he knew her type and he loathed it. His brother had been the same way.
But whereas his brother had been tied by him by blood and been a constant companion in their childhood years, this female before him held no such place in his heart. His eyes stayed steady on her even as his ears fluttered, searching for where the wind whistled from. He was too weary to deal with another of his kind tonight, and it was far too late for any sensible creature to be out and about. But, no, she stood in the entranceway.
A soft sigh escaped his jaws, and his eyelashes hid his emerald eyes from view as he thought. He had no fear of not being able to see her. Her heart beat loudly and clearly in his head, the steady rhythm of one unafraid. Were she to try anything, he would know and it would be so easy to push. Even now, the ease with which he could do it half-frightened him. He could imagine it so clearly, for he could follow the path of every tiny blood drop. And he’d done it before. Forced the blood to become projectiles, called to them and made them riddle their owner with holes. Glistening red blood, splattered across himself and the body.
But he was that type. He was not that way. He shook his head irritably, as if a fly flew around him and raised his head up, once more leveling his gaze against hers.
“It’s far too late for one of our kind to be about. What brings you here?”
As he spoke, shadows of color spun across his white coat, not from the light cast by stained windows but rather his own power over illusion. Though most illusions brought some amount of exhaustion from the user, he’d been perfecting this trick for years. It was almost effortless for him to dye his brilliant white coat oranges and blues and bright, cheery pink. And he did so now, spinning dark greens over his ashy socks and stretching a blue slice over his face, a fat orange curl wrapping around his tail and a purple saddle settling over his shoulders.
There was almost no thought put into it. It was merely a habit that calmed him and kept him from losing his temper.
Post by Vital Recognition on Feb 12, 2014 17:23:51 GMT -6
The vixen was not taken in by the array of colors cascading over the male's matching alabaster pelting, if she knew no better she would infact believe he had been born with such an array of coloring dying his pelt, yet the change of the shapes, the occasional flicker of disappearance, proved that he had not always held such a...rainbow. Interesting, an illusionist it would seem? Perhaps, just as she. Interesting, Why would one use their powers for something as simple as a trick of the eyes, did it tire him so? Harks flickered on top of cranium, listening to the lyrics evading the boy's maw, uninterested he was it'd seem. Just moments before entering what'd appeared to be very deep thoughts, lost within his own cranium, yet completely unmoved by the company of a stranger. Moments passing before forcing himself from thoughts as if an irritating pest. Was he hiding something? Even better. Fluorescent visionaries flickered within the dim lighting dome tilting ever so slightly horizontally as the femora took in the features of the..larger, brute. Then again, everyone was large compared to the fae, an annoying fact really but time had caused the fea to simply grow accustomed.
Tactics were nothing here, in truth the male seemed almost annoyed. Lashes covering orbitals, the light heave of a sigh running through his pressed kissers, it was as if the female had portrayed on a time that was not exactly to his liking. An inconvenience. If only she cared. Nothing ever happened when it was convenient for another, fate simply did not play that game. The worst possible timing, the worst possible place to be, that was always seemed to be New Moon's burden. If things happened her way there would be no one here. Not her, not..him. Not these forsaken ruins that plagued the land and caused the once jaden agriculture to go diseased.
Jaws unlatched, the fea's own light sigh pressing through maw, orbs closing for mere seconds before flickering back to reality. "It could be to late, but I do not tend to follow the schedule which is set for me. Besides, on these lands there's nothing to fear. As there's little more than rubble and dust.... Or, Usually. Now, well. There is you and I of course." vocals were light, fluorescent voids flickering within the dim lighting, meeting those of emerald for a mere second before moving over the deserted room. "Now, I could ask you the same question. Bu it would prove pointless, as obviously you are closer to finding rest than I myself, so instead. Whom might you be, sir?"
Current Powers; Ice.Illusion.Shadows.Teleportation, Manipulation High Assassin of the Insanctum
