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| For the Moon, My Whispered Word; [for Guess] | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 27 2009, 06:30 PM (148 Views) | |
| Griffin Reeve | Feb 27 2009, 06:30 PM Post #1 |
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A fortnight passed, and here he hungered, although dining on the most delectable stew available. It would hold itself no grounds with him, and so no purpose, save for the insatiable need to feed. Yet not on something so commonplace as it were; such mundane edibles would never satisfy him. So he knew, and yet tried still so desperately, wishing to rid himself of the pains of his famish. It was a helpless cause were there any, especially as acknowledged it were as one. He knew he would never satisfy himself with the tasty broth. With a labored sigh, the male patron of the tavern's nearest chair sat back in his seat, his laden spoon lowering back into its dish. It was no use, the ache of hunger would only continue as he ate. Fortune that it were only a mild pain for the time, but as the days dwelled on it would grow itself more urgent; desperate for what the man denied it. No solid form would sustain him, for his body starved for a fluid matter that he openly despised. It was his cursing, but his only means for life. The spoon raised once more, lifting a chunk of beef between his lips, where hidden fangs tore into it in hopeless earnest. A lost cause, decisively, so the utensil was returned to the bowl. There was no point in continuing to pretend he could find any satisfaction in the meal- it was nothing to him. With a heavy sigh, the dark figure arose from his chair and took the bowl along with him as he went to the tavern's counter, returning to them his unfinished dish. "My apologies; it should seem I am not so hungry tonight." A light smile passed before he were on his way, departing from the establishment without a further word. Into the moonlight he fled, touring alone in his troubled mind. The truth of what he was could not be denied by himself; he was bloodthirsty, itching to sink his unique dentals deep into unwanted flesh. But he wished not for it, and found disgust in such a need. His curse was not a concious choice, but a trick, inflicted upon himself by a cunning seductress. Had he known then, he'd have pledged greater loyalty. But that had not been him then. 'Why do I tempt myself with such wanton shadows? To think at this time I should still pretend I had prayer for my life. I am still as damned now as ever had been.' Crimson eyes drifted skyward, a slight frown tainting his pale lips. Hands in his pockets, he strode down the open streets, ignoring the all and few that passed him by. He had no wish to attach himself, if only it meant he'd have to watch them fade. Nor did he wish to share his devilwork with anyone; he would keep a fair face, for the people that to him had none. Cursed alone as he forever would be. He would accept this punishment in solitude, as he held no pride for his criminal sin. As the area about him became more desolate, he turned his gaze skyward, and forced on himself a solemn grin. "My my, friend Moon, have you not gone brighter? Even you have ways of change, while this cursed old bat retains his formfit misery. I'm quite jealous of it." To him the moon, as expected, spared not a word; merely hung in its place as the night's true light. In its silence, the eternal being broadened his grin and dipped his head in a knowing nod. His solitude had driven him to converse with the greatest of the inanimate. The moon would make no companion; he was losing sight of sanity. "Aye... seems I've begun breaking apart." |
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| Guess | May 23 2009, 08:24 PM Post #2 |
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The sun had set some time ago and still he had not come into contact with a single living thing. He was used to walking for hours on end in no particular direction, but usually he would have run into something of at least slight interest by now. With an exaggerated sigh, he stopped in his tracks not yet from exhaustion, but simple loss of will. Though ahead of him in the distance he could see the lights of what must be civilization, the magician couldn’t bring himself to move even a step further. He needed to take a short break before he immersed himself in the company of a possible audience. His mood had been a tad hampered recently and he needed to adjust his attitude. Looking to his right and spotting a wide stone, he took his place atop it; making sure not to sit on his sash. With elbows on knees and palms cradling his chin he gazed at the moon, thinking, before an idea crept into his mind. Focusing his gaze on the path before him, he gave a quick snap of his fingers. Instantly a simple black and purple hued glyph appeared in the center of the walkway. It spun slowly and for a few moments, the magician began losing himself within the various intricacies of the design, his mind wandering to a place far and away from his current location. His reverie was cut short however as the glyph suddenly exploded into dark shadows, leaving behind one of the summon creatures he had dominion over. Looking at the creature, he smiled inwardly as the shadows cleared and it rose upright before him. This particular creature possessed the body of a serpent, but also two long, tensile arms that ended in three large clawed hands. Its head matched its body being long and slender and what appeared to be a slightly curved horn was placed right between its bright, sloping silver eyes. The summoned being seemed physical enough, though shadows constantly drifted from its form as if it were eternally wasting away. The upper half of the serpentine shadow rose to a height that was face to face with its summoner. Its tail was coiled several times beneath its body and swathed in shadows which would lead one to question just how long it was in actuality. Swinging its head to either side, bright silver eyes scanning the general vicinity, the creature slammed its claws together twice in succession as if itching for some sort of conflict. Seemingly amused by the creature’s actions, the magician stifled a chuckled before cooing at it softly. “No no, there is no one around… I only wish for your company tonight.” The creature looked at its master with a blank expression, tilting its head to the side as if it did not understand the concept of being summoned without a target, but did little else. Taking this inaction as a cue to begin, the magician began detailing the events of the past several days, his thoughts, feelings, and random observations in length to the creature. The expression on the creature’s face was still blank and though it was focused on the magician, anyone who might have spied them would have sworn it was like watching a child speak to a stuffed animal. “Oh!” The magician exclaimed suddenly, cutting off his then rambling thought. “Before I forget…” He dug a hand into his robe, and quickly pulled out his deck of shadow cards. “Pick a card” he said while spreading the deck in the air in front of him, to which there was no response from the summon. After waiting a moment, the magician narrowed his eyes and repeated himself in a growling manner. “Pick. A. Card.” Finally, the creature reached out a claw and tapped at the center of the spread out deck. With practiced ease, he flicked the glowing card out in front of him which stopped midway between the two and began spinning rapidly as the effect took place. “Does it please you?” He asked the creature eagerly, wiggling his fingers out in front of him. The ultraviolet energies pulsing from the hovering object invigorated the creature as the card continued to spin between them. In response, the creature simply repeated its opening gesture and slammed its claws together twice in succession after looking in either direction for something to attack. The creature of shadow knew of only one way to communicate and verbally simply wasn’t it. Disappointed, the magician slowly shook his head and took a deep breath, his eyes no longer on the summon. Instead he focused on the light in the distance and again he propped his chin on his palm. Idly he waved his free hand at the creature and without pause it dissipated into a black vapor as if blown by the wind. It was at this time that he began noticing movement in the direction he was facing. With all the cards still spinning in the air before him and a new glint appearing in his own reflective eyes, he hummed to himself. “Oh. What’s this, another wanderer…” |
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| Griffin Reeve | Jun 21 2009, 11:27 AM Post #3 |
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The late set wanderer paused in his walk, head tilted at the scene that lay before him on his path. How utterly curious, this peculiar sight; a man, indeed, however commonplace the like so were, and before him a series of uniformly cut papers. Cards, so clearly, and yet here they were spinning without support, as though held in the midst of some unseen gust of such perfection, that the objects it handled little moved beside their turning. A fair suggestion of cause, but Nick was not so great a fool as to not know the work of magic when it played its hand before him. So the figure that stood behind, an odd fellow with seemingly much to hide beneath excess of bandage, as the only one in the area, and so near to the items of interest, must have been their charmer. A magician idle in his work? "Another wanderer indeed." The fanged returned with a smirk, head tilted to the side as he casually sauntered further, both hands secure within his own deep pockets. His gait, a friendly stride, belay no sense of harm about it. Despite his stature, which was by no means nor any sense to be dubbed as "short", as well as his fearsome race, Nick had an unimposing appearance about him. It came with the glimmer in his blood red eyes. He simply was not a threatening character. He came to another stop within five feet of the other, shrugging his shoulders as though in answer to an unasked question, one whose words may have consisted of "Why are you here?". It was within his nature to wander, as he had not a home to which to return. His purpose anywhere was, as for most wanderers, uncertain. "I'll call it fate," he stated at last, a teeth-concealing grin upon his face, "that I am to happen upon so interesting a subject such as this." The pale night-dweller moved closer, until he stood before the spinning cards, and crouched down to peer up at them with interest. As had been suspected, magic propelled them. There was to be no other explanation. "And interesting indeed... might I ask the nature of this? Of you, even? Or shall we bid ourselves the polite pleasantry of greeting first?" He straightened, a hand pulling from its pocket first to reach back into his long length of midnight hair, running a few fingers through the restrained strands in an attempt at regaining order of the breeze-tossled hairs. A self-concious habit, perhaps, but it permitted him to keep control of his senses by a relaxing effort. He was calm, and collected. This was nothing of a concern. The same hand was extended forward, between twirling objects, in confident greeting. "The night messenger, Nicholaus Finn Crowe. And yourself?" |
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| Guess | Jun 23 2009, 12:41 AM Post #4 |
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Razi watched intently as the newcomer casually approached with a smirk on his face. He looked up at him when he spoke, examining and subtly analyzing his approach, a smile gracing his own unseen lips. He noted the man’s red eyes and a variety of possible creatures that he could be flitted through his mind. Other than his mind game of guessing what he was, the magician was preoccupied with the pleasant thought of new company. “Heheh… Fate.” In truth the magician did not believe in the concept, instead being much more inclined to believe that each person forged their own path through life and it wasn’t laid out before them as inevitability. Of course his voice didn’t hint at any such thoughts, instead merely being characterized by his usual joviality. He chuckled softly aloud to himself as the wanderer crouched down to examine the cards. There was a look of wonder in his eyes, which made the magician swell with pride; he loved it when someone found something about him to be worth investigating. In response to the male’s questions, he merely laughed; the sound dark, but also non-threatening. “All in due time!” He announced, clasping his hands together at the prospect of having someone around whose conversation consisted of more than just idle body motions and mind implanted desires of destruction. As the intruding hand reached forward between the gaps in the floating deck, the cards reacted of their own violation. The spinning stopped abruptly, the identical backs of the cards facing the newcomer before they began moving once more. Fluidly and in single file formation the cards began to circle the arm, first simply rotating around it in a circle before cycling though various other shapes and figures, finally ending in a star. Already he could tell that he would likely enjoy this one’s company; he seemed pleasant and curious which was pretty much ideal. The offered hand was taken by a white gloved one and given a hardy shake. “Pleasure to meet you, Nicholaus Finn Crowe! I am Razi, shadow magician extraordinaire!” He would have bowed at this point but her was already sitting and as such only nodded his head in welcome. ”At your service” Razi then released the hand and brought up a leg, resting it horizontally across the knee of the other as he leaned forward, placing elbows upon them. His mirror eyes glowed for a moment, briefly reflecting the moonlight as he focused on the new one. “These, Nicholaus Finn Crowe…” He motioned towards the cards which now began to shuffle themselves back into the deck. “Are shadow cards. Which make up my shadow deck.” Razi held back from going into much detail as to such explanation was unneeded and would likely not be understood by the red eyed one before him. “Do they interest you? Care for a game? Heh.” |
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| Griffin Reeve | Jul 6 2009, 12:50 PM Post #5 |
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"Razi..." He repeated the other's name softly, red eyes widened a margin at the other's handshake. Being a casual creature of the night, not given much to excitement or anything else of the sort, the eager hand surprised him. This character, Razi, seemed to just about be his excitement's polar opposite; energetic, where as Nick was calm. The night seemed to have become interesting. When he was released, Nick drew away with a relieved breath, but the hand remained in the air, seemingly afraid to return to the safety of its pocket. Instead, it held limply infront of him, as though Razi's touch had absorbed the life from it- which would explain the other's energy, if it were infact true. Dropping his arm to his side, he peered again at the cards, which the magician proclaimed to be his shadow cards. Whatever that mean, Nick was none too certain, but the fact did not seem to much bother him. However ominous the name, he had to admit that he would rather more it be a shadow deck than a light deck. Goodness knew just what that would have done to him. "Nick." He interjected Razi suddenly, a slight smile coming to his own face. With a nod, the inactive limb revived itself as it raised to touch fingertips over his own dead heart. It was a bit awkward, to lay a hand on his own chest and not feel a pulse. But by way of indication, the gesture came to himself, and he insisted on the new name. Razi's repetition of his full name was a bit ridiculous. "You can just call me Nick." The same hand dropped back away, extending out to point a curious finger at the shadow deck, before returning to his side. Interest him? How could a magical deck of cards not interest anyone? Of course it interested him- he was, for all but the obvious, still a common lad of Eldahar. Magic was still that child's dream nestled in the City of Oracles. Even with his own unnatural abilities, magic had never lost its awe. "A game? With these curious objects?" His head tilted to the side, a brow raised. For a moment, his pose read of consideration, but his expression told that his mind had long been made up. "I suppose... a little shadow never hurt anybody." At long last, his left hand withdrew from its pocket to rejoin the other in the open air. Arms crossing before him, he gave the magician a patient stare. Whatever this game was to be, he was intent to hear his part in it. For all purposes, Nick was the willing victim. He only hoped it were not a mistake. "I'll play." |
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