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The Darkness Is A Little Bit Poetic...Isn't It? [PRIVATE/Sofia]
Fri Dec 02, 2016 8:51 pm
Henrex Astillon The Broken Raven Descend Into Darkness The murmuring of the summer grass All that is left Of the warrior's dream -Unknown Twas a dark and dreary night, where the moon's light shined bright in the black night that had enveloped the world. In the eyes of humanity, it was a usual night. Where many slept in the comfort of their beds, and kids believing they were safe from the monsters under their beds. But yet, monsters don't sleep under the bed. They scream inside your head. As the forced movement of the legs that seemed to be frozen in place continued, the sudden sound of a loud crunch of the leaves under his feet echoed throughout the empty forest. The wind whipped and curled around his small frame, some of the fragments of the infinite substance that was the air slipping into his scarf and biting at his skin, earning shivers and gasps from the male, and his eye simply staring onward, towards a clearing that lay just mere meters ahead. As his eye blankly stared ahead, he felt more of the night's icy air slipping into his clothing, threatening to chill him to the bone if he did not find heat. As his near frozen form collapsed under a tree, he felt the dreadful feelings he had not felt in so very long. Defeat. He felt broken. Beaten. Defeated. His head lowered, with his hands raising to his view, seeing the shaking that was occurring, even with gloves covering his hands, and keeping them even the slightest warm. Reaching his left arm outwards, he willed his energy to form into small orbs that lit up the night, before changing their shape to form multiple logs that would create the basis for an unlit campfire. Then, his twitching and trembling fingers bent backwards, leaving two outstretched. Whispering the words for the thirty-first Hadō spell's incantation in a shaky, raspy voice, a red light ignited on the palm of the outstretched hand, before he bent his body forward, pressing the orb of spiritual fire against the logs that had been made of energy, before the orb fizzled out. Cursing himself quietly, he should have known that his inexperience in the magic of the souls would lead to something like this. Allowing the logs to dissipate back into energy, and flow back into the sheath of his sword, he simply brought his hands to his arms, before slowly rubbing them for warmth. And, with the worst timing possible, his mind began to think. The thoughts that came from his mind were, strangely, quotes from Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven". A poem that Henrex genuinely liked, for some reason, was generating thoughts that flowed into his head, and his lips moved seemingly on their own, whispering a random line from the poem. "Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." Then the bird said “Nevermore.” Tilting his head to the side, Henrex soon simply brought his legs to his body, pulling as much heat as he could towards his body. It was quiet, dark, and overall...peaceful for the conflicted soul that had set foot in the forest of the Living Realm. The tattered scarf and clothing of the male fluttered in the wind as he waited for the time to pass on, and for the daylight to arrive. |
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Re: The Darkness Is A Little Bit Poetic...Isn't It? [PRIVATE/Sofia]
Sat Dec 03, 2016 6:27 pm
[PLAY POSTING MUSIC]
THE QUINCY PRODIGY
Artist: Girl's Generation - Song: Party
Honestly, who in their right mind would ever find this comfortable?
Ever since she met the ancient and powerful Quincy named Gift, Sofia had been trying her best to understand him. He was certainly very different than most people of her race she had met. While not all tended to gravitate towards the natural calling of the Wandenreich, those that stayed away from their reach did so out of very specific and believable reasons. However, she couldn’t come to terms with or perhaps truly accept the reasons for his denial. It all had to do with trees, nature, and the securing and well being of the planet. She cared for such things of course, just as someone would care for a home as a means of living, or for a vehicle as a means of travel. Still, she could never see herself devoted with such an unyielding passion to the environment as he seemed. It had been a miracle she had managed to recruit him, but she was sent with that purpose from the start.
On an effort to understand him and get closer to uncovering the mysteries of his persona, the Quincy tried to live as he did. Spending her time in nature and living among the trees wasn’t all that difficult. It was hardly comfortable however. There was no T.V., no air conditioning, among many other necessary commodities. Finding her current place of residence would have been a difficult task. With help, she had set up a rather ornate and classy tree house. It looked less like a child’s playground, and more like a small and modest home that was built from wood to sit quite literally atop the trees that extended up and away. Within, there was little more than a couple chairs, a table, a few camping beds, and several baskets with food that would last a few days.
While she wasn’t presently trying to hide her spiritual energy completely, she did make a conscious and noticeable effort to downplay how much reishi seemed to gather around her. If she could help it, she would avoid a violent confrontation at all costs. Granted that wasn’t always possible, but she liked to believe spiritual beings would think twice before risking their life, and pissing her off in combat. She did however seem to catch a glimpse of a figure that exuded a fair amount of spiritual energy. He certainly looked strong enough to cause caution, though she didn’t find herself restless enough which only indicated he wasn’t quite as strong as her yet. Regardless, she had no motive to be hostile. While she had a suspicion he was a shinigami from the kind of energy she felt, she would have helped him regardless of his race. Perhaps if he was a Demon that would have been different, but alas, it was not the case. The individual looked to be alone, tired, and rather cold. If left to his own devices, chances were he would likely freeze to death or die of starvation, whichever came first.
From her tree house, she would have tossed a piece of bread that was aimed right at the guy. If left to its own devices, the bread would have likely hit him somewhere between his upper chest and his face. It shouldn’t have caused any injury but it could certainly have been startling, and hurt quite a bit. Assuming he was still unaware of her presence, it would take him a couple of seconds to figure out where she was. He would have had to purposely look up, and find the obvious tree house among a plethora of trees, in the middle of the night, in a forest that was pitch black for the most part. Right at the moment he had come to notice her, Sofia would twirl with obvious intent, wanting to appear graceful and majestic.
Despite the fabulous twirl, and the classy look she exuded, her words would be much less subtle and cold, akin to the temperature that night.
”Come with me, if you want to live.”
There was an obvious thick accent on her words. Her accent wasn’t quite Austrian, like the character in an old movie known for saying just that. She did however possess a rather thick spaniard accent, having been born and raised in Spain. Regardless, leaning over a rather rustic wooden balcony like frame, she would wave a couple of times, urging him to come up. She actually did have a lit fireplace where she was, despite the inherent danger of keeping fire so close to wood. The Quincy also possessed more food than the piece of bread she had tossed his way. Harm, though a very present and potential outcome, should have really been low on his list of worries. As, being away from sight, and seemingly a bit stronger, she could have striked to maim or kill from the start if it had been her plan all long.
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