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Post by thecrimsonraven on Jun 8, 2009 10:38:57 GMT -5
This city of humans and their nightmarish master races was such a gem in growing dark. Pale slate skies of an already over rated day where fast fading to heavy blue. Light and lamps had already begun to spark to life in the distance; how ironic that even the most evil creatures fought so hard against the dark. A paradox that always grew a smile across Hazaar's thin lips. Staring out from the small apartment building roof top, freezing winds whipping his coat tails and scarf about like dragon whiskers, he thought of all the mindless monsters and hapless humans. Of how little they thought of their nature, and of how foolishly they all poured themselves into what they knew so little of.
Still, it was time to test this city's walls. See how high one can climb before the boiling oil comes crashing down. Regardless of his bravado, this place had defenders. Creatures on both sides, while vying for their personal power it is doubtful they would accommodate his ambitious. He paced back and forth on the roof top before turning on his heel; swinging his body around to face a massive alchemy circle drawn deep into the cold concrete of the roof. He tilted his head to one side with a smirk. "It's time to what what these...people are made of." Hazaar spoke to no one in particular, in a tone most menacing; while a serpentine hand slipped into is outer coat pocket.
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Post by xoCharm on Jun 23, 2009 20:05:41 GMT -5
Selene Coldblade;; They keep callin' me
Wings graced the purest hues of pearl expanded across the darkening sky, and although they were shrouded via grey tainted opaque fluffballs, they still managed to seemingly glow; a beacon in the night. Dirty blond tresses wavered within the passing winds invisible phalanges, keeping the silk like strands away from a gentle visage. Her eyes, a lustrous cerulean, grazed serenely over the city below, a benign smile thinning already petite rose lips. She loved Noctum and all its inhabitants, which most likely should have been a chastisement of its own, considering the current feuds that boiled not too far below. Yes, she was more than aware of what trouble had been and currently was broiling amongst the city, and she would get to it of course, 'twas her nature and duty, but for now, she needed a flight.
But even that wasn't characteristic of the white angel, for when things went amiss, when suffering was to behold and when a city was on the verge of being ripped apart from the inside out due to dueling races, she was more than obligated to step in. Obligated seemed so inaccurate a term, and truly it was. Selene adored all living creatures and made it her life long dedication to aid and protect them, as well as to instill peace amongst the breathing. So then why the seemingly leisurely flight? Perhaps sub-consciously she was being guided towards impending destruction, towards a dreadful foe or some lonely, weary soul.. either way she wasn't about to deny her Gods' hands.
It was times like these that her mind, able to escape the muddle of what desperately await, sauntered back in the times of her more enjoyable days. She'd been present when Stone Hedge had been built (though she wasn't about to tell a soul how, exactly, it had come to be); she'd sailed alongside the vikings and, dare she say, pillaged and plundered with them too (they were her family after all); she'd been there from the time Harald, their great leader, had fallen, all the way to the very start of Englands rein. She'd walked amongst those that had fallen under the Black Plague's vicious spread, and spun with the children to the tune of Ring Around the Rosie; she'd acted in Shakespeare's plays and was even in attendance for the beheading of the lovely Miss. Boleyn. She'd rode alongside King Arthur, sat at the Round Table and practiced magic with Merlin; she'd been in the forest that night several young girls from Salem Village snuck out to make their silly love potions, was there to attend those awful hangings too. She'd watched as Edwards made a whole church cower in fear, and she'd chanted that famous Liberty quote at the end of Lord Henry's speech as the British neared; she'd sat beside Sir Chaucer as he wrote of the Pilgrimage to the shrine of Saint Thomas Becket; walked beside Emerson and Thoreau and even bantered with dearest Edgar Allen Poe.
Yes, those were the days.
Not to say she didn't enjoy what was here, of course.
A sharp frigid wind shoved her briefly, forcing her mind to recall itself and her slender body to tremble; her armor only covered her thighs so much. Such a push from mother nature was uncommon, and her eyes scanned for the meaning of it; surely there was one.
There-- below, upon a rooftop! A man was pacing until, obviously unsatisfied with whatever made his time run late, pivoted to face a rather elaborate alchemy circle. Selene's cranium canted in curiosity; just what was he doing?
Descent was silent, masked by an upset howl of wind. Metallic boots announced themselves momentarily, the soft swagger of her sword an applause. As for her wings, they relaxed beside her figure; she wasn't ashamed, "Greetings, m'lord," a warm tone, "may I inquire as to the reasoning of such a sphere?" her hand swept itself lightly before her, motioning towards the art below their feet.
An art it was. [/blockquote][/font] [[some SERIOUS lame I know, but she's a new character all together for me, plus I'm trying to get my muse back lol. And sorry if some of the time lines out of order.. ; cough. >> oh and here r pik-a-toor should you need aid in visualization; I know I did an injustice here. ]] |
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Post by thecrimsonraven on Jun 24, 2009 14:02:14 GMT -5
All had been welcomingly silent atop that roof; save for the droning winds hat whipped Hazaar's coat tails about him like playful children.Hand slipping out of his pockets, where they'd been seeking shelter from the approaching cold night air; the necromancer had closed his eyes and thrust out his pallid hands in preparation for what was to come. Stilling himself against the ever pushing gale of the buildings altitude, he'd finally found himself ready when the sound of steel to concrete and cobble stone snatched at his attention. Grey eyes parting open to form a perturbed expression. He'd not thought the reaction to his tests would happen before they were even provoked. Taking a deep breath, the exasperated exhalation of which would have been concealed by the hum drum of the city below and the constant thunder of the winds around.
Giving it a moment, and decided it was rude to speak with one's back turned, Hazaar slowly turned to see what creature would be so strange a phased question to him; and more importantly how they even knew he was up here. His blank eyes beheld the angel now. he scanned her for a moment, noting the inappropriate attire for such a blustery evening. Though the almost glowing white wings explained his detection. An angel of all things. This city was getting more and more interesting by the day. After a moment of wide eyed staring, Hazaar gave a startled jolt in realization of her addressing him. "Oh! Sorry..." He fumbled for his hat, lifting it and taking a bow towards the divine creature before him. "Hazaar, gentleman necromancer. At your service." He turns around, looking back at the massive magic rune he'd carved into the roof top, gaze following to the angel's elegant hand.
He pursed his lips. Few among the celestial knew of necromancy, those that did were often the test subjects for more...drastic experiments. Angel bones was always an interesting plaything to work with. Hollow as a birds and dense as steel. Still such thoughts had hardly yet crossed Hazaar's mind. First of all she was still very much a healthy, living example of her kind; and secondly she was only being curious. Hazaar could never resist when someone asked about his work, no matter how vague. He was always proud to explain his achievements. "This? Why....this, miss, is a summoning circle I use to bind and bring forth my assorted minions, experiments and constructs into this world." He began to walk around the yawning circle, explaining is a rather analytical tone as he did, his voice raising to battle against the wind, entoned like a sales pitch. "Everything I create is branded with a certain sort of circle, drawing that circle here gives me the power to bring that construct into the world at will....providing of course one uses the right materials and accurate enough marker..." He come full circle and looked up at the angel with a cautions face. "And let me tell you, it's those little marks that really count." He gave her a tour guide smile, his hat still clasped in his hand, finding it rude to wear it around a lady.
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