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| Topic Started: Jul 29 2009, 12:30 PM (123 Views) | |
| Tsuki | Jul 29 2009, 12:30 PM Post #1 |
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The Undeadophile
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The small shack, which, previously, had stood unoccupied by its owner for some time now, as she had abandoned it for Andromalius' tower, had found a new, temporary owner, one very much interested in the same arts as she, but for entirely different reasons. That occupant was an elven necromancer, tall but rail-thin, eyes the colour of crimson blood, hair that of a midnight sky. Death surrounded him like the sea surrounded the continent, but its stench, in these past couple of months, had been much dulled. That wasn't because he hadn't dabbled his hands in his beloved art, but because his mind had been preoccupied. Rather than keep half his thoughts with the cold world that he loved so, he had more or less abandoned it for the time being, allowing emotion and feeling to plague his once clear mind. Tsuki, who had been here for several weeks now, had spent nearly three months recovering from the one wound that had nearly taken his life. From the moment the lance had buried itself in his abdomen until the time he had awoken, in pain but alive, there had been a drive, a determination in him. It had begun with his bold march into the enemy's stronghold to have what he had presumed to be a shouting match, and then a trip to Madrid before returning to the temple in which the shack was housed to gather books about his art. The latter had gone well - on the table in front of him he had several volumes dedicated strictly to necromancy and other dark magicks - but the former... It was probably a good thing that Sphynx hadn't returned the favour. Instead she'd offered him a different one, which had led him to this very shack, to become its new occupant: Sphynx had, in effect, extended her most sincere offer by allowing him to take over her shack. Whether it was out of pity for his condition, or because she truly saw him as some form of a friend was a thought that had only briefly breached his mind. He didn't much care either way, as, thanks to her gratuitous offer, he was finally beginning to recover both his sleep and his health. Idly flipping through a book, the elf's eyes scanned the pages, his mouth forming words. He'd ceased to need his painkillers anymore, and some colour had been restored to his abnormally ashen flesh; the black circles beneath his eyes had also receded, though anyone could tell that he suffered some form of insomnia, even on the best of nights. When he had first arrived, it had been awkward, the shack only possessing two rooms: the room which he occupied now, and Sphynx's. He had thought of sleeping on the floor that first night, when he'd finally arrived, exhausted and agitated, but had reconsidered. Tsuki had, of course, assumed that when she said 'stay at my shack', she had meant 'stay at my shack and sleep in my bed because I told you to get some proper rest'. Even now he felt a smidgeon jumpy at the thought of staying in her room, in her bed, but it couldn't be helped. Although she didn't seem to care, she likely would have called him an idiot and rolled her eyes - a gesture reserved solely for him, it seemed - if he hadn't. And speaking of Sphynx... Tsuki blew out a sigh that lifted the hair in front of his right eye. His relationship to the damned woman was becoming increasingly more complex, now that he had shed much of his apathy for real emotion, and after he had spoken to her in the tower. "'I believe that he attempted to kill you to increase his chances with me...'" he murmured quietly. It was difficult to comprehend what that meant, when she seemed as apathetic as he did to the world. But then, things hadn't been normal between them for some time now, especially following the murder of the mouse-girl. Secrets had been revealed, and now more still were being unearthed. And in so doing, Tsuki was beginning to question himself and his life, trying to make some head or tail of it all. He had made neither thus far, and was finding himself becoming frustrated. It took everything he had not to throw the book he was currently reading across the room. "That would not aid me at all..." he sighed, leaning back into the chair. Taiyo was off somewhere, likely hunting. Sphynx's shack was a quiet place, with few visitors. Of the visitors that had appeared, he'd shooed most of them away, deciding that he'd rather not talk to anyone about anything right now. They had been complacent enough to leave him alone, probably because the previous occupant had been notorious for the magic she practiced and her temper. He didn't really expect today to be much different. |
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| Forgotten | Aug 3 2009, 03:12 PM Post #2 |
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The angel was taking her time. She knew she was needed in Ashoka, a faint calling towards it continued to nudge her in that direction. However she did not feel she as being told that time was of the essence yet. For now, it was safe to slow her travels and finally take a day to enjoy the peace and beauty of nature, created by the light. Her aid to others was a joy and brought a great inner peace and a happiness to see the mercy of the light brought to others; but it was just as important to spend time alone basking in the light and resting from her work. She strode through the forests, away from any path, her calming invisible aura causing some more timid creatures to peek outside of their homes, while their natural predators didn't move to strike them. She was grateful for this quiet time alone in natures beauty and her spirit was lightened enough that she felt the desire to sing. The angel continued to walk, her lyricless song ringing out and drifting through the forest as she passed what seemed to be a very tight gathering of trees. Her voice was one that one would think, could easily belong in a heavenly choir. Ringing out in a soothing melody both calming and happy in nature. The chime like quality of her voice unable to be missed. She continued to sing as she made her way past the strange grove not really paying it any mind at the moment. If she had, she might have noticed that there was a structure among those trees. |
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| Tsuki | Aug 9 2009, 07:54 PM Post #3 |
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The Undeadophile
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The sound of a disjointed song permeated the pleasant silence of the forest. Glancing up, Tsuki listened to it for a moment, his sensitive ears twitching before the book he was holding snapped shut with a distinct touch of annoyance that left an expression on his face that was less than pleased. He pushed his chair back irritably and stood, white-knuckled hands pressing against the table before he turned his head towards the door. Tsuki waited a moment, waiting, to see if the song would end and he would be left in peace. When it didn't, he moved towards the door, sighing. This was supposed to be a peaceful and relaxing stay, not one punctuated by fools wandering outside singing away as if they were the only ones to exist. It wasn't a wonder why he hated most people. The door to the shack swung open only seconds later to reveal a tall man of elven blood standing beneath its jamb. He was dressed as he always was, in a violet long-sleeved shirt with a short-sleeved, pale purple shirt on top, black pants, and heavy black boots. His knife was nowhere to be seen, but one who knew him could be certain that it was on his person, hidden, should he need to summon or channel his mana - not that his mind was wholly focused on Death right now as it usually was, or even that he was even mildly preoccupied with it, but it was his only source of defence, and if he had to use it, he was more than willing. As his crimson eyes moved quickly across the forest grounds he pinpointed the one who was making the racket and followed her for a moment, vaguely interested, but only because he couldn't understand why someone like herself would be here. Surely she belonged nearer to another temple, say the one of Life and Order in Morrim? He sighed. That wasn't for him to decide, and the only thing that he was really concerned with now was maintaining the tranquility that had been his only minutes ago. "Would you be so kind as to cease your current actions?" he called to the woman, now leaning against the door jamb. "I would appreciate it, as I was engaged in other activities that are often better done in silence." He waited for her response. Although he wasn't a fighter, it wasn't beyond him to find a means of getting rid of her, and if he had to, he would. He would have bet that his future existence hinged on it. |
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| Forgotten | Aug 19 2009, 08:26 PM Post #4 |
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She could feel him before he opened the door, a twinge of darkness caused her to turn in time to notice the door way to the shack she had not noticed, opening to reveal a male figure. He was tall, pale, and clearly elven. The angel looked him over for a moment, the various purples of his clothing gave the impression that she was either some person of nobility, or a magic wielder… or both. The angel listened to his flat voice as she continued to feel the twinge of darkness about this person; but not a raging tide… Surely he was an oddity. The nameless angel smiled softly having ceased her singing the moment the other had spoken to her. Her grey eyes stayed on his face as she strode closer to him. “My apologies, I was unaware that I was disturbing the peace of others. This forest is so beautiful and my spirit was so lifted I could not help but lift my voice in happiness.” She stopped only a few feet away from the elven figure and gave a slight bow. She did not have any malicious intent or ulterior motive for drawing nearer this person; but pure curiosity drove her actions, as the hope for polite conversation drove her words. “What could keep someone sheltered inside on such a day as this? Are you by chance ill? I could help you if you are. Are you the caretaker of this area? It is my understanding that there is a temple nearby; but I was unaware that anyone dwelled between there and here.” The angel spoke softly as she presented questions to the man, without going too overboard. The angel waited with her grey eyes lingering on the face of this man, watching his reactions and waiting for his replies. She was not trying to analyze him for any malicious reasons but simply curious and careful out of habit. For no matter how faint the feeling of darkness had been felt by her, she did need to know if he was out to harm others, for it was her duty to stop evil, and prevent suffering, wherever she found it. Still, the angel was hoping that this day would not be marred by combat. She hoped this was more a nice meeting between strangers. |
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| Tsuki | Aug 21 2009, 03:19 PM Post #5 |
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The Undeadophile
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Tsuki stared at her as she approached, reminding him vaguely of some sort of zealot, or of a girl who was far too innocent for her own good. Taking to leaning against the door frame with an expression that looked to be a cross of sorts between a scowl and disinterest, the elf patiently waited for her to stop playing 'twenty questions' with him. His expression transformed to become a bemused smile, as if what she had said was apparently laugh-worthy. Still, the necromancer answered her because it prevented her from singing her eerie song. This, too, made it impossible for him to continue his readings, but it was better than that damned song. "You cannot help me," he laughed quietly, more sinister than it was friendly. "I suppose that one could say that I am ill, but I am not ill in a way that simple remedies or cheap magic tricks can cure. Some have made the endeavour in the past and have failed miserably, for my illness is not bred of disease or poison, but by the blood itself. "No, I am not the caretaker of this place; I am simply a resident at the moment, taking the place of the woman who tends to this shack. Perhaps you have met her or will meet her someday; her name is Sphynx. She is the only one who lives near the temple you speak of, because by the graces of the old gods and the caretakers of it, she was granted permission to remain here." Tsuki folded his arms across his chest. If she hadn't already taken the hint, his pallid complexion and tired appearance weren't just due to a lack of sleep; he wasn't particularly fond of roaming around in the hot sun and, like most nocturnal creatures, had a special preference for the darker hours. But, of course, that was the nature of the necromancer, and it was one that seemed impossible to change. "Is that everything, or is there more you would like to know? I just adore the idea of spending my day here answering the questions of a woman who apparently wants nothing more than to ask them." There was a sarcastic undertone to Tsuki's voice as he stared at her, crimson eyes devoid of emotion. His lips, however, twitched with an expression that could only be described as self-satisfied. Curbing the desire to tap his fingers impatiently against the wood beneath them, the elf eyed her. His eyes, as she had asked and he had answered, had not left her face. |
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