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Post by ShyDivinity on Oct 11, 2011 13:50:09 GMT 8
It was perplexing, why Leviathan had done what he done to Aramant, but it did leave him with a new lease of life to that he had not been accustomed to before. Celestial cosmos played a sereneful symphony upon the darkened skies above, there had been a certain bite within the air, as a heavy fog had fallen across the lands this night, it was not long until Aramant had found a place of refuge, or so he had thought. It was within the middle of nowhere, out of sight; there before him was a huge, decaying citadel. Emerald hue had taken in the wonderous sights of the crumbling walls, of what once may have been a grand place of life. As he reached what he may have thought to been a old market place, with a unlit fire place within the central of the square. A finger raised over the fireplace, as he pierced the skin with a sharpened nail, letting a drop of blue blood to fall onto the wood - only for it to ignite, a fierce blue flame ravashing the air.
The small figure, shrouded in a worn cloak, shuffles quietly into the vicinity of the ruins; the slivers of light beckoning to her from within the thick foliage of the dense forestry. The worn cowl partially hid her face, so she would hope, her mauve that leaves much to the imagination, attire well hidden under the dark grey material of a borrowed cloak. A wave of heat from the still obscured fire would be felt on her cheek. causing eyes to widen for a moment. Though it was a welcomed suprise, she could not help but to wonder, for the origin was quite a distance from where she stood just beyond the first row of trees. Chin rose to allow dark eyes to scour the ruins, mind swiftly visioning the once beautiful citadel in its prime days, before noting with interest the swaying shadows casts by an obviously blazing fire just beyond a ruined wall obstructing her view. Someone or something was feeding the fire. Despite the warning bells chiming madly in her mind, she took the final steps towards the wall, carefully peeking around the edge, eyes once again scouring beyond it, gasping quietly as her gaze fell upon a giant figure standing before the dancing fire.
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Post by Leviathan Archolyte on Oct 12, 2011 8:17:20 GMT 8
How long would it be? That was the question that resounded itself constantly within his mind, knowing full well the sacrifice Leviathan had made for Aramant. It was not known the outcome of Leviathn' actions, nor if he was still safe, yet the burden that once weighed heavily within Aramant was no more; instead guilt found a new home in that heart reborn. Towering figure loomed over the fire - as chin raised slightly; Aramant searching the star lit sky in search of answers that he did not know. Eternal mystery eloped the sky, thousands of possibilities and what did it all come to? Nothing.
Fingers curled tightly, as the nails dug and dared to rip the flesh of bare palms; soon releasing the pressure as his hands relaxed once more. Aramant' gaze had lowered to the flickering flames before him, as he did notice the footsteps sounding in the distance, an age of experience and his physical being allowed for him to discern such things with ease, but there was no after thought to this. Should the being approach the staggering demon was beyond his reach, nor was he inclined to chase after the person. A mess of dirty white hair cascaded down the sides of his face, preserving features from those whom might to want a peek to see his face.
It was apparent however, through the bulge of his body even in his relaxed state, that he was essentially at sight a purely physical being, not one for magics; so one might assume. Only black leather trousers adorned the demons body, which were ragged and worn around the bottom. If one was to view him from the front, they may have been able to see were horns once were, as now they were snapped off. What delights lay in wait tonight?
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Post by ShyDivinity on Oct 12, 2011 16:12:25 GMT 8
Fear of the unknown hovers over her but curiosity got the best of her, gnawing excitedly in the pit of her stomach.The creature's stance was that of a man, a giant man. Sylvette would keep to the shadows for now, wondering if the giant had come to know of her presence, staring in awe at the sight of him, having not been fortunate to come across such being in all of her 18 years walking in this material plane. She heaves a soft breath, mind readying a defensive spell, just in case, before channelling her aura forth, reaching out to touch the creature's own.
Curiosly, he did not pose any immediate danger, though deep in her heart she knew that danger was imminent in any of situation.No matter how mild it would seem. And this man-like giant could well crush her like an insect being as tall and wide as he is. Her mere 5'5 slender frame would seem like a child next to his massive size. Yet somehow she felt no malice in his auras. Perhaps he is a gentle giant, her mind would muse. She has heard stories of such creatures being told around the campfires, having grown up in a small colony of survivors of the war against humanity forged by the spawns of Darkness, an army of vile creatures, headed by the vampires.
She shook her head, trying to shake the bitter memories from her mind. Once again her attention would be focused on the giant, watching as he looked up into the sky. A soft whisper emanates from her lips, a spell uttered just as a palm would produce a tiny stick which glows as the spell progresses and soon began to elongate until it was as tall as she was. The tip would soon find the firm ground next to her feet as she ended the spell, feet once again moving to carry her forth into the clearing.
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Post by Leviathan Archolyte on Oct 13, 2011 8:54:47 GMT 8
It was strange, it had seemed over the many years that people had been less afraid of him, although it had been quite some time since he was that person. Teeth gritted together for a moment, the thought of this being a bounty hunter, or someone after vengeance had crossed his mind briefly, but the price on his head was not worth what it had been once.
There seemed to be a eerie silence looming over the entirety of the fallen cidatel, as Aramant had fully fixated his hearing on the figure that was ever encroaching to where he was. Aramant lowered himself down, pulling his knees tightly to his chest as his head hung between his legs lowered in contemplation. The flames that were brought about from demonic blood could easily survive the night, and through to morning light.
"What is your intention?"
Fleeting words echoed within the silent night, no doubt the person had heard, but whether or not they might answer was something else entirely. Aramant' head tilted back, as once more he searched the star lit sky, musing in his own thoughts.
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Post by ShyDivinity on Oct 14, 2011 9:06:13 GMT 8
Calculated steps would then halt in their progress as the giant moved to crouch before the fire. Brown gaze watching closely as he lowered his head, hand on the staff tightening their hold, getting ready to strike should he decide to turn around and pounce on her arrival. A perfectly shaped brow would lift in wonder as he stayed in the position, head hung as if in defeat. All around them the night critters has decided to be mere spectators, not a sound was heard but her quiet heaves of breath.
She nearly jumped out of her skin upon hearing his voice. Eyes widening for a few moments as she digested what has been said. Once again surprised by the calmness of his voice though a hint of resignation was felt. Sylvette would then dare to move forth, dainty feet clad in low heeled boots carrying her a little closer, curiosity beckoning to her even more. Making a wide berth around the hunched figure, she came to stand across from the giant, eyes peeering at the peculiarly burning fire that fed on nothing but remnants of charred wood, before finding his eyes.
"I am wondering.. if I may share your fire tonight". Came her quietly voice.
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Post by Leviathan Archolyte on Oct 15, 2011 9:48:53 GMT 8
The woman, at current seemed to hold no real threat. Although in his life time he had figured that appearances were deceiving, and people were only out to gain for themselves. Aramant had yet to heed any visual attention to the woman, the footsteps were more than enough to determine that she was female. Muscles tensed as she impeded closer, to the point that she was now entering his field of vision.
Dulled emerald hue danced over the cloaked figure ever so briefly, before his attention once more set unto the fire. There was nothing to fear, so to speak. If she had chosen to attack, there'd be no retaliation, it was still set within his mind for all the unjust deeds he had caused throughout his life, and that he'd happily accept death. She wanted to ... share his fire? Aramant tossed his head back, shaggy white hair flicked from facial features, evidently showing clearly the two broken horns that stemmed from his forehead.
"This is not my place, nor do I have dominion over these lands. You are free to join me at your own choice."
Aramant offered a simply shrug to the woman, his tone remaining the same throughout; without enthusiasm. Large hands rested upon dirt riddened ground, broad shoulders tensing so as he did, as he allowed his head to tilt back once more and dream himself amongst the stars.
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Post by ShyDivinity on Oct 18, 2011 8:32:00 GMT 8
"Then I shall"
She replied quietly, scanning the immediate area for a place to rest her weary form. A flat rock that laid just opposite of the fire became her choice of a resting place, shrouded form moving slowly towards it before planting herself upon its dry, even surface. Settling down, she places the staff upon the rock, right beside her, for easy retrieval, if need be. The young witch would then heave a relieved sigh underneath the cowl, dark brown eyes peering out to the massive form now crouched just a leap away from her stationary form.
The features were human, just as she had expected, the protruding bones upon his forehead a slight surprise. She noted the broken ends, and somehow they gave her a form of assurance that she had not ventured into the den of a sinister being. Then again, her mind would muse, looks can be deceiving. Instantly fingers would curl around the staff though it remained resting upon the rock.
"I am Sylvette". She would offer softly.
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