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The Light Of The Moon..

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The Light Of The Moon..

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dark_Descendant on Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:15 am

She allowed her gaze to trace around, crystal-like orbs seeming to gleam underneath her dark hood, the rest of her face consumed in shadow as her hood remained over her face; Her gaze had shifted towards the high skies as she moved to the surface of a large oak tree, a frown playing upon her lips as she seemed to attempt to take in all of the moon's beauty, she always did this, seeming to ponder upon each detail of the night sky, the dark skies that seemed to stretch out like a dark barathrum, the stars that seemed to glow like lanterns, leading the way through the night sky.

Then ofcourse, there was the moon, the moon that could fill anyone with a mixture of feelings, although they would indeed stand and stare at the moon's beauty in awe, they would ofcourse be pulled into a state of depression, noone knew why the moon had such an impact upon anyone, anything. Everything simply knew that there was something haunting in the light of the moon; it had all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, even though for soime it could be seen as the light of the soul.

She pondered for a moment, the fact was that without the moon, without the sun and without the stars the world would be consumed with darkness, a dreadful gloomy darkness that would be the ultimate death of everything and everyone. It was true that everyone would fear this darkness, would wander aimlessly through it searching for a goal in life, but with the stars...With the sun...With the moon..It seemed true that their was not enough darkness in the world to eliminate the flame of a candle.

She slumped against the base of the tree for a moment still in deep thought. ....It was true that somewhere through life everyone had and continued to come to the edge of all light and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or You will be taught to fly. Those without faith within themselves, those who doubt or do not believe in themselves ultimately fall and therefore their lives collapse.

For a few strong warrior beings with faith in themselves, but having no faith given to them by others, with an utmost hate given to them, an anger, a wanting of them to be eliminated, destroyed...They ofcourse would fall but not to the bottom, their faith within themselves had indeed given them something to stand on; Ultimately in the end it would also give them the ability to fly, it would teach them to fly high and go back to the light as part of something, having more friends, more honour and therefore being more stronger alone.

She allowed a smirk to play upon her lips, 'honour', this very word seemed to fill her with an utmost happiness, the mre thought of it seemed to lift her heart from the slump it had been so dearly sinking into. It filled everyone in the world with a simple dream.a goal, a purpose, a dream to be strong and to rise.

She thought for a further few moments, allowing her fingertips to trace across the bark surfacing the tree as she remained deep in a contemplating state. Obviously to acheive one's goal..One would have to fight..She had done this many times and had come out victorious.

This was indeed her nature, her purpose, she would never give up and would always keep faith, faith in herself and faith in her comrades; A slight gleaming became visable under her hood, this maybe her glowing orbs, gleaming like lanterns in their sockets. She uttered a few words, seemingly to someone else but ofcourse to herself.

"Blood is simply red sweat..It is inevitable if you are to fight a well worthy fight, and if neither of the fighters bleed they are obviously not working to their potential. Unless of course you are fighting a pig." She grunted slightly, a slight laugh elapsing from her lips as she ponders upon the thought "Aye, wrestling a pig..You may get dirty..And the pig will probably like it but of course not much damage will be done." She laughed once more "Unless it's one hell of a pig." She seemed to reply to herself, another laugh emmitting from her lips.

She glanced around as a sound pulled her from her thoughts, for the first time she watched her surroundings; the thick tree lines, large trees seeming to bend down in all directions, the long un-cut grass blowing in the cold breeze that had risen, she brought her hands to her sides, narrowing her gaze, a slight mist being formed in the air as she continued to breath.

She allows a frown to play upon her lips as she allows her orbs to shift around the diestrict, taking in each small, simple object and pondering on them for a moment as she moved through the darkening forest. She allowed her lanterns to shift to the dusty dirt path she had been travelling upon, observing it for mere moments.

Her gaze soon traced behind her form, to the direction inwhich she had come and to the dirt path her feet had been siutuated upon mere moments ago. She remainined standing her, contemplating upon the very thought of travel, on life and then of course as it always did, a thought hit her.

Time...How long had it been? How long had she been travelling around as if searching..She had wasted indeed alot of months..Alot of time finding out about her past but in a differently put way she had indeed lost that time.

She leant down, form arching as a finger came out from her sleeve, inclining a brow towards the foot prints imprinted in the dusty dirt path. She allowed this finger to trace across the dirt, it leaving a small cirling pattern as she whirled it around in the dust, eyes lighting up every few moments as a smirk slowly plays upon her lips.

To any passersby, she must have been thought a mad woman, she looked like a warrior but was indeed acting like a bafoon! She seemed to enjoy the very sight of the pattern her finger imrpinted upon the dusty earth, seeming quite entertained by it.

She stood up slowly, retracting her finger from the soil, tattered and torn cloak fluttering out around her structure as she stood up, the west wind seeming to have risen since she had knelt down to touch the dusty soil. She shook her head as if to ponder once more before shaking her head in annoyance.

"To live is too startling it leaves little time to do anything else....To live..." She laughs lightly, her laughs echoing outwards, ringing out across the forrestry as she stands, hands upon her hips, seemingly quite amused by her own words. She gazed towards the moon for a moment as she spoke once more

"Lost, yesterday, somewhere between Sunrise and Sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever....Lost in time, dwellers of time" She chuckled once more, her words would seem such babble to those who passed her by.

She frowned for a moment, her facial expression seeming to have brought on a rather serious look. No more did her eyes gaze around in amusement, now her orbs seemed to be full of irritation. She shook her head harshly as if disgusted, frame spinning swiftly around, left fist extending backwards and lashing outwards into the tree to her side.

She snarled as her fist impacted the targetted area of the tree, if it could be called a target at all, she had merely lashed out as if a demon had possessed her, impacting the tree as it was the nearest structure she could indeed take her anger out on.

The tree shook lightly as her fist impacted it, a few leaves twirling down to the ground and a few birds taking flight into the sky as their nesting is disturbed. She lowered her fist, head arching over as if to catch her breath, a few words emmitting silently from her lips.

"I've been searching for the past...when now I have also wasted the future inwhich I could hsve been putting myself to use..I was living in a fantasy, no reality..Just a stupid idea that indeed sprouted in my mind...Reality ..' She smirked once more, "Tis a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems -- but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems incredible."

She allowed her laugh to spread outwards once more, clutching her hips as she laughed softly. Gaze tracing around as she did this, a slight smirk having spread across her pale lips as she stoof there chuckling to herself.

She stopped laughing, her facial expression becoming one of bewilderment before soon changing to that of an emotionless soul. Her gaze having shifted to her left as a noise distrcated her. Footsteps coming towards her direction and shouts.

She inclined a brow, gaze tracing swiftly upwards as to find a quick solution to hiding from these oncomers. She smirked once more, gaze having fallen upon the branch infront of her. She turned towards the tree, dashing forwards she brought her feet upwards, leaping off the base of the tree; Her form twirled through the air, spinning through the air in a swift mtion, palms coming outwards as her feet kicked off of the base of the tree.

She caught hold of the branch with two palms, wrapping her arms swiftly around the thick branch she swung herself around it, landing in a crouched position upon the low hanging branch. Gaze tracing towards the forms now coming through the bushes.

She watched, mouth dropping ajar in mere horror as the forms of ten armoured men came through the bushes dragging two large nets that trapped the frames of a few children and women. The prisoners seeming to have been kidnapped from a low estate village as their clothing was just that of rags.

The men however seemed to come from a higher estate city as their bold armour gleamed in the light, seeming to be made of the richest of materials, in their arms they wielded large pointed spears and swords remained dormant, sheathed at their sides.

She watched for a moment as if pondering what to do, a hand coming around her mouth as obviously, there had been an eleventh man, she scowled as she felt his arms come around her neck, her snarling and spinning around.

She brought her fist outwards into the mandible of the man, twisting her clenched fist mere moments before it impacted the targetted foe, the men below her had stopped and were glancing around as the sudden noise of the man groaning in agony and falling backwards from her position upon the branch, echoed around the district.

She stayed crouched in her position, glancing down towards the soldiers with a frown, as if waiting for them to continue their movements. Her smirk soon fading as one of the men's gaze traced upwards, tgherefore seeing her crouched form.

'Ayeeeeee! Up there! There's someone up there!" He bellowed, jumping around slightly on his feet and pointing right at her, him drawing his blade and the men behind him doing the same, eyes adverting swiftly around as to find where he is pointing.

She growled lowly, bringing her form down from the branch in a leaping motion, her structure descended through the air swiftly, landing in a crouched position upon the ground, head down, the sudden impact seeming to have sent tremors through the soil.

She moved forwards from her crouched position as the men dashed towards her, blades drawn outwards in an attacking manner. Her palms came outwards, two steel blades seeming to slip swiftly from her wrists as she leaps forwards, up the form of the first man.

She brought her form up the man, bringing her feet outwards into his head as she leapt up him, bringing her blade downwards into the man's cranium before leaping towards the next, frame spinning through the air, arms outwards as to slice the ones around her.

The man's head jerked backwards in a painful, awkward whiplash motion, blood spraying forth from his cranium as it is impaled by the blade, his scrumpled structure falling to the ground within moments, blood leaking from his head as he lies, dead.

Her blades impact the chests of the oncoming men, seeming to slice straight through their rich armour as blood seeps from their wounds, they stumble around, staggering backwards hands coming to their chests as if bewildered; before their forms slide to the ground.

She continues this motion, moving forwards and around, blades gleaming as the light impacts their metal surface, blade dripping from the blades as she spins around, puddles of 'red sweat' as she calls it, forming around the dead corpses.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby DemonHunterSK on Tue Nov 07, 2006 5:10 pm

Yawned looking at the starlit night. He looked around the dence forest seeing a fog rise as he shivered.
Humm...beautiful night, currious if a night such as this would become memorable. He thought to himself drifting into thought.

"I remember when I was just a lad, I saw my father preparing his armor for war, the silver glint flickering off his plate mail. That was the last day I saw him...on a night like this."

He slumped down onto a tree trunk in the deep forest liting a fire close by for warmth.
"the winter is coming and i'm sure that it will beging to snow soon."

Taking the crackling wood to the fire he begain to rub his hands together feeling the vibrant warmth surge through his body.

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A man wearing a black cassock and a clerical collar. His body was that of a normal man. A small silver cross hung around his neck. It was comprised of pure silver. He bowed his head and brushed his brown hair out of his eyes and looked up at the dark moon as he placed his christian bible inside of his robes.

His piercing blue eyes looked around and found the full moon. It's pale white light spread itself the ground and lit the woods in front of him.

The priest looked around to make sure that no one was watching. He then pulled his shawl to the side. To massive white angel wings slowly began to unfold from behind the cloak. They expanded to their full extent.

He looked around before the wings caught the wind and gently lifted him off of the ground. These were his secret, his shame, yet his gift.

This priest, Father Barachiel truly believed that he was a gift from God. That is why his parents named him after the seventh archangel. That is why he was a priest. A messenger from God.

The secret angel flew himself off into the night.

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Her structure continued to spin around, spiralling around, feet moving swiftly across the dusty path as she spun on her axis, blades coming out, whipping back in after slicing across different parts of her foe's bodies. Their structures seemed to keep falling, blood spraying into the night air as her blade impaled and sliced through different regions of their forms.

However, no blood trickled from the kissaki of her blades, nor did it layer itself upon the polished surfaces, it seemed to avoid her moving blades as they caused more sprays of blood to gurgle from the deep wounds of the fighting men.

Her wrists moved with such speed, with such elegance that it left no time for the men to actg upon her movements, they merely stared and gasped as they glanced around as to find her form and mere moments later would fall to the already blood saturated soil that would be their death bed and of course, their grave.

Her form halted as she glanced around, the bodies of the soldiers seeming to be scattered her and their, pools of their crimson blood having formed around their dead structures. She stood their for a moment, as to gaze upon this sight, many dead structures, their skin horrible torn and mutilated by her blades, scattered across the forest grounds the soil beneath them seeming to be saturated with their crimson liquid.

The few prisoners that had been entangled within the depths of the nets seeming to have untangled themselves mid-fight. They stared horrified at the corpses before turning towards The Descendant and nodding, they did not thank her, nor did she wish for them to do so, they were free and that was all she intenderd to do. They ran off into the trees, their structures soon seeming to disperse in the shadows.

She shook her head slightly, as if disappointed by how long it had taken this massacre to take place, of how swiftly each man had died some not even being able to utter a groan towards their swift deaths. She remained standing, pondering..Contemplating upon the thoughts of their swift deaths they had encountered and if hers would indeed be the same.

Death...The very word meant nothing to her..It was merely the end of a life and the life of another..Death? Why this fuss about death. Even with her full imagination, she could not try to visualize a world without death... It is true that death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

She laughed lightly to herself, seemingly amused by the very conscept, a light smirk playing upon her lips as she gazed towards the fallen men, shaking her head once more, a slight gleaming coming from beneath her hood. Her moving towards one of the corpses and kneeling down to gaze at it.

"The idea of death, the fear of it, indeed haunts the human animal like nothing else; it is a mainspring of human activity - designed largely to avoid the fatality of death, to overcome it by denying in some way that it is the final destiny of man. It is inevitable and yet they refuse to believe it." She allows a slight grunt of amusement to curl from her lips as she gazes towards the dead man, the smirk never leaving her lips.

"Death...Indeed quite an amusing word...The irony of man's condition is that the deepest need is to be free of the anxiety of death and annihilation; but it is life itself which awakens it, and so they must shrink from being fully alive."

Her attention is swiftly brought away from the corpse as her gaze falls upon something in the skies rising...Some sort of bird....Her frame rose from it's crouched position and as if pondering on what the beast could be her gaze locked on it It was not a bird..Nor was it a creature...It seemed to be a man..

"An Angel? Do my eyes deceive me?! A winged angel here?!" She muttered harshly, swiftly to herself, eyes widening undeneath her hood in mere disbelievement. She stared upon the sight before her, as the angel rose high into the sky "A creasture of holiness itself? Here?" She continued to stare wideyed towards the sight.

"It should not be known precisely where angels dwell - whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode... but a forest? A holy being in the forest? " She watched him for a moment gaze slowly shifting into an emotionless stare as her disbelief is soon replaced.

"An angel, eh? It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. God...What a great beast he must be to have such things in his prescence...Such holiness.."

She prised her gaze away from the winged sigment of holiness as if a little annoyed by the sight, her gaze shifting towards the forms of the corpses upon the ground "
Insight is better than eyesight when it comes to seeing an angel. " She muttered towards herself, a slight smirk playing upon her lips as she utters these words.

She moved towards one of the men that had remained gurgling up crimson fluids from his mouth, his structure twitching slightly in mere agony as the form remained alive..If you could call it such a thing..She inclined a brow towards the fallen man as he attempted to utter a few words only to begin choking upon his own blood.

She knelt down as the man continued to attempt speaking, his words almost completely silent as he attempted to speak to her, She allowed her brow to remain arched as if to catch the words of the dying man "You..." She began to ask her question answered even before she has to ask what he is speaking.

"KILL ME!!!" He screamed, his words echoing outwards, ringing out across the forrestry and through the skies. Blood gurgled from his mouth...through his heart a blade had been impaled, her daito which had remained sheathed at her side throug the whole of the battle moments ago but now stood tall, implanted in the chest of the man.

She pulled the blade free, trickles of blood drip;ping from the kissaki of her blade. She brought a tattered cloth to it, cleansing it of excess blood she spins it through the air, a swooshing sound emmitting from the blade as it travels through the air, being sheathed at her side once more.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Wed Nov 08, 2006 3:50 pm

The unholy scream echos through the woods below. Immediately the Priest's eyes drop. What does he see, but a river of luminescent black.

He throws his body weight slightly to the left allowing him to descend swiftly. His wings begin to kick up trails as the slow patter eases him to the ground. His boots splash into the blood soaked ground.

He tossed the cape back around his back as the wings settled in before dropping to one knee and crossing himself.

The blood founds its way up his cassock and even onto his lower chin.

"What madness has fallen here?"
He utters before jumping head first into a prayer. He doesn't even notice the woman a few meters away.

He speaks a prayer for the dead and for St. Peter be merciful.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dark_Descendant on Thu Nov 09, 2006 2:40 am

She watched on as more blood seeped from the bodies of the dead soldiers causing a pool of blood around the feet of Dark Descendant. She inclined a brow towards this before allowing a devious smirk to play upon her hidden lips.

She gazes around at the scattered forms allowing both hands to rest behind her cranium as if stretching, she allows the arms to then fall aimlessly at her side as she utters a few words to herself a slight gleam coming from the depths of her hood.

"God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled." She sighs slightly before seeming to reply to her own words, she probably looking insane to any passersby "Aye' Indeed God does but everyone fears their death to come, they believe they can somehow destroy the cycle, that they are immortal..We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death"

Her gaze shifted to the skies as the angelic creature descended downwards wings seeming to have disappeared into his back, concealed by his cape befpre the man landed upon one knee, crouched upon the saturated soils.

Upon first sight of this man Kurotsume knew immediately that he was indeed an instrument of 'God' she could clearly see that he was indeed a priest; She watched as he seemed to talk to himself,muttering, inquiring a question or two to himself before breaking out in pray.

She watched him with a light smirk, as if the very sound of his prayers filled her with an utter amusement, indeed it was not an amusing sight but even so, the smirk remained upon her lips as she watched on towards his structure.

"An angel that prays, what irony" She mutterd towards him, a slighlt laugh emmitting from deep within her throat as she moved from where the shadows had hidden her structure. She moved towards his standing structure coming to a halt mere metres from his frame.

"You should look at life as a gift of God. Now that he wants it back you nor them have a right to complain. " She shook her head slightly, gaze tracing to the dead structures before towards the form of the angel "Good men must die, but death can not kill their names these were not good men, but of course their names will not be forgotten either...Death was more a reward for them, their souls have been set free and now they will be judged by the Higher Gods. It is good to die before one has done anything deserving death but I was too late for these men, they are indeed deserving a painful death but I have not granted this, I am no monster, therefore I must make their deaths swift."

She turns on her heel away from the man, a sligh gleaming coming from beneath her hood, this only occuring for mere moment before dispersing into the shadows caused by her drooped hood "You would not understand such a thing, you are like I but yet you probably do not see the same eye as I. You hide your true self from others as it would probably be the end of you, as do I, and yet you continue to serve this God your way, like I do..mine" She smirked somewhat at her own words.

((O.O.C - Sorry for the short post -.- Mind did a blank on me))

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((O.O.C Oh that is fine Dark, your words move me. Are you by chance an author? I wish I could be but my post are typically short unless I am dragging one thing to another in great detail. I am more of a poet...or use to anyways.))

DemonHunterSK heared the bellowing of the scream off in the distance. He quickly jumped up and stabled himself on his horse racing towards the echo. "What is gods name was that? I must help him before a beast or demon reatches him." He hurried, the wind blowing through his hair as the trees passed him faster and faster. He stoped dead in his tracks, the horses holves scraping along the dirt as he saw a hooded woman leave through the shadows, an angel just standing there as if in horror. Standing at a distance he screamed out. "You there! What has happened here, who are you and who is that woman? I heard a scream, are you hurt?" He steadied his horse and looked at the man awaiting a quick answer.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gundam Gears on Thu Nov 09, 2006 5:39 pm

Hmh.. If my character wasn't in another RP, I would join.
Though my right hand is made of metals, I am still a normal man.. For the normality is always there, you just don't know it..(I build Gundams)

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby DemonHunterSK on Fri Nov 10, 2006 8:39 pm

((O.O.C Oh thats to bad. Join us you know you want to ;)))

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:29 pm

((OOC: Dark, your posts are always so riveting. This one was no less so, do not apologize. Gears, if you are truly interested in joining a FANTASY RP, create a new character.))
He continued his prayer as the woman spoke. He did his best to catch her words as he continued to pray for the dead men.

Her next words:
You should look at life as a gift of God. Now that he wants it back you nor them have a right to complain. Good men must die, but death can not kill their names these were not good men, but of course their names will not be forgotten either...Death was more a reward for them, their souls have been set free and now they will be judged by the Higher Gods. It is good to die before one has done anything deserving death but I was too late for these men, they are indeed deserving a painful death but I have not granted this, I am no monster, therefore I must make their deaths swift.

caught him completely off guard. He rose to his feet and halted the prayer. He looked at her with his face in the shadows. He stepped toward her uttering a little laugh. A cold laugh. Not the one a priest.

After a few steps his chuckled ceased and he stepped into the light of the moon. His soft features were more than visible as he began to reply to the mercenary.

"I do not fear death, nor do I regret it's coming. I merely pray for these men, even should they be evil men to be given a second chance when they cross God. Everyone deserves a second go. As for their deaths, and the reasons...I do not care much. It it just my duty and my belief that someone should pray for the retribution of their souls."
He continued to step forward and placed the bible back within his robes before reaching out and taking her arm. He pulls the girl close to him so his face is lit again.

There were a few squishy sounds and bone cracking as his hair faded into his scalp and the top and back of his head took the shape of spiky bones. He mouth and nose twisted and joined so that his lower face took the shape of a soft beak. His eyes pushed outwards and glazed over with a clear eyelid.

"I am no Angel Miss. I am merely a Raptor. An almost extinct race. Men used to hunt us for our wings, they thought if they killed everything resembling Angel's on the planet there would be no one to usher in the Apocalypse.

So I hide my truth, and I pray for my race and those long dead that killed them. For everyone deserves a second chance. Especially in death."

With that he let her arm slide out of his grasp and moved back into the dark where his face changed back to that of a man.

As the Father Takashi moved back into the woods the sound of a horses hoofed found his ears. He heard the horses whine as it was reigned to a stop. He looked back over his shoulder making certain nothing of truth was visible before replying.

"That woman...was....Ezekiel. And I am not heart."
With that he moved back into the woods and dissappeared.

OOC: Ezekiel is the Angel of Death. IE: rained brimstone upon Sodom and Gomorrah

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby DemonHunterSK on Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:42 pm

((O.O.C I know what Ezekiel is, most of the Arch angels and all that fun stuff...kind of a hobby of mine.))

DemonHunterSK stoped with curriousity and trotted on the horse slowly through the hazy fog and trees. "Where is that man? I could have sworn there was a scream." He peered down hearing a snap as the horse steped on a leg snaping the bone, no sound was hurd from the bodys mouth. "My god, it's fresh...could this have been a battle? Was that man praying for their salvation?" He began trotting further down finding a few more bodies, all were stabed or decapitated. He was almost certain that a battle had occured here and that man was a traveling priest praying for thoughs mens sake.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dark_Descendant on Mon Nov 13, 2006 5:38 am

((O.O.C - Thank you for the compliment, but I am no author I merely enjoy writing and creating stories ^-^ So indeed, I enjoy roleplaying. Sorry for my slow response, I apologize if I kept you waiting))

She inclined a brow as Gabriel began to chuckle, the very sound seeming to ripple outwards, sending shivers down her spinal cord. She remained halted as he began to move towards her. His cold laugh ringing outwards filling her with an utmost dread as it reached her ears. This was not the laugh of a priest....What was this being? His laugh did not seem to portray him with the same light that radiated from his structure moments ago, nor did it, when utilished, show him as some sort of angelic being.

She allowed a scowling expression to spread across the structure of her face, as his structure came to a halt, he had stepps forwards, the sound of his feet against the fallen leaves seeming to echo around her structure.

She gasped lightly, out of mere bewilderment as his arm extended outwards, fingers entwining around her arm and pulling her towards him. The very second of his touch fell upon her arm her mind seemed to be opened once more. A slide show of his memories, his feelings..His life...His future.

She remained standing, as if dumbfound as his images flashed before her pupiless eyes. She gazed at him, but did not see him..Nor did she see the surroundings that had once filled her sight, she saw his past...She saw his future. Although his structure indeed stood infront of her, his face to hers, it seemed so distant...His face seemed to be much like a blurred vision but of course she could indeed see the change..The transformation that was occuring upon his facial region.

She watched as his nose and cranium began to re-shape, mere horror rang in her mind and yet her face remained emotionless to his eyes. She pulled away from him, bringing her frame backwards to be consumed in the darkness a slight smirk playing upon her lips, as if the images that had filled her mind were indeed amusing to even contemplate.

She shook her head as her structure sank into the darkness shaking her head lightly her words flowing outwards towards his standing form "May you get to heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead, and may the sound ring through the realms..."
She allowed these words to cause a smirk to spread across her lips as she stood in the darkness.

"Some may say that because of how I act towards death..I am worthy of death....Because of how I 'murder' people I should indeed be put to this kind of end," She says in an icy tone, her orbs upon his structure as she laughs lightly. her cold laugh ringing out across the forestry. "And as the Talmud states the magnitude of the sin of one who speaks lashon hara is equal to that of one who commits all three cardinal sins, idolatry, promiscuity and murder, for which one must die rather than transgress. I commit murder to those who are in need of it...I deliver them unto the gates of hell"

She allowed her form to move from the depths of the darkness as his sank into the shadows once more, his frame beginning to reform..Face re-shaping into a somewhat..more human shape. His beak seemed to sink inwards..Imp;loding slightly as to reforum into the ridge of his nose.

She shook her head, as if remembering his words he had uttered mere moments ago " Everyone has had many a chances...But still they continue to destroy what God has given them so many times. Although , obviouslyone that gives so many times and then has to stand and watch as the world is continually blemished by such creations would soon begin to want to take it back."

She came to a halt, her steucture seeming to de-materialise. Skin fading, form seeming to disperse. She moves behind the structure of the raptor. Gaze shifting up and down his form as she whispering in his ear. Her words echoinng around him as she appeared right behind his halted form.

"The gods conceal from men the happiness of death so that they may endure life. Men do not deserve second chances when they have had so many in the past..but even when that is said..Death would be that second chance..Death is not the final dawn...But the final awakening. " She uttered in a cold tone.

Her form dispersed once more , appearing at the other side of Gabriel, as to speak to him once more, once again whispering in his ear, her frame right beside his structure as she continued to allow words to flow from her concealed mouth. "As Psalm 68.20 states; Unto God, the Lord belong the issues of death. "

She smirked once more allowing a slight smirk to play upon her lips, a devious..Evil smirk that soon consumed the whole of her lips. "You hide to survive but in doing so you cannot see." She uttered towards him as she then moved infront of his structure. Extending a finger out towards his cranium.

She pressed the finger upon his forehead. Her crystal-like skin becoming visable as she placed the finger upon his head. It seemed to sink into Gabriels' forehead, tip of her finger seeming to disperse inside her head as if imprinting something into his mind.

She stepped backwards, bringing her arm backwards as her fingers seemed to disperse into mist before reforming upon her hand once more, she sunk back into the darkness; she had not stepped backwards, nor had she moved anywhere near the depths of the darkness but it seemed to have somehow spread. Like a had began to infest each corner of the forest and was slowly beginning to rise up, slowly beginning to swirl together as if to swallow the whole of the forest in a barathrum.

Her mind had been pulled from it's trail of thought, as the sound of hooves had reached her ears, the voice of a man following as the hooves came to a halt. He seemed to hold many questions...A curious yet determined man.

She heard the words of Gabriel Faile and another smirk played upon her lips as she inclined a brow to his words. 'One is not to know the road of life' She muttered to herself, her voice hushed as to whisper to the winds themselves.

She leapt upwards, frame propelling into the air, palms catching hold of a branch that had remained dormant above her. She swung herself onto it, a slight rustle coming from the tree as her form landed in a crouched position upon the branch;Her gaze had traced to the skies, dull eyes falling upon the glowing moon, a sigh silently elapsing from her lips as she spoke to herself once more.

"The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand...Aye' ..The haunting light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery. Indeed it is like man..Searching for answers but never seeming to grasp the conscept that these may instantly be their downfall..They will fall and yet they extend their hands out and try to grab at the truth."

She smirked once more, a slight gleam seeming to somehow come from her gaze..Although she indeed lacked the use of pupils her gaze still seemed to have the sparkle of what someone may say only belongs to something such as a human..

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby DemonHunterSK on Mon Nov 13, 2006 4:30 pm

((O.O.C No need to apoligize, i'm still getting use to this style of role playing. I admit it's hard as sometimes things are jumbled but they are easy to understand here and there.))

He continued hearing only the breeze and the smell of death grazed his face. "I prey that these men fought well, although this thicket has troubled them greatly and was posibly the cause of their death I will burry them and hunt the vile demon that slew them so cunningly. With that he began digging a shallow grave with a fairly large stone hoping that whatever god was out there that she would accept these men under her bussum to drink from the tit of life once more in the afterlife.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Tue Nov 14, 2006 10:02 pm

OOC:: The Priest doesn't have a name yet ;)
The words of the woman in the woods continued to trouble Father Fredrik as he made his way through the dark woods. Particularly her words about not being able to see.

Then his thoughts wandered to her finger upon his forehead. What he saw was like a word on the tip of his tongue. He couldn't quite recall it. It began to agrivate him.

He started to struggle within himself. Part of him wanted just to prove her wrong and revoke his cassock and cross and become the creature he was born to be.

His fists tightened around the robes and pulled them off. They tore to pieces as he pulled them appart. His silver cross stull hung about his neck as his body began to under-go the transformation.

As his legs transformed with his upper body his shoes snapped and broke off and most of his pants gave way to his knees that bent forward. His wings grew out of his back and extended to their fullest again. The Raptor took off into the sky yet again.

It was time to soar. Just soar. Think things over. Maybe his clerical work had all been a false hope for redemption.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dark_Descendant on Wed Nov 15, 2006 3:04 am

Her gaze fell from the skies as she pondered upon the thoughts, the memories that had filled her mind mere moments ago. The very touch of the being had caused something which one would call 'a chemical reaction' inside her, like it always did when she touched another being.

She leant backwards, structure leaning back against the surface of the tree a frown continuing to spread across her lips as she gazed up towards the skies; Indeed, the sky was like a pit..A dark barathrum that seemed to swallow her and her surroundings up. She emained gazing at the skies, gaze tracing across it as she watched. A laugh emmitting from her lips.

"Haha..The light thinks it travels faster than anything but when it arrives it always finds the darkness has made it first...Darkness..One of men's greatest fears..." She pauses for a moment as to allow her hands to slip from the sleeves she stares down at their slightly transparent features "Darkness is caused not only by God but by man himself..Darkness inside him that soon leaks out, feelings of guilt, paranoia, depression, murder... what great beasts...But it is never the one that commits such crimes...It is the one that causes the darkness."

Her palms turned slightly in mid thought, she glanced towards them, eyes seeming to widen as she jumped to her feet, standing up from her concealed position she allowed her gaze to shift around, orbs darting around as if like some sort of magnified vision.

She halted her structure, her gaze seeming to have fallen upon something...Someone..She snarled lightly, moving from her halted position, structure propelling into the air only to descend onto the soil , landing in a crouched position upon the forrestry ground, sending ripples of leaves fluttering through the air.

She growled as if realising the distance between her, the persuer and prey. They were moving in the opposite direction and there would be indeed no way to catch up...Unless..She frowned slightly glancing towards the grounds!...She musn't!

The cry of the woman now became clear, reaching her ears within mere moments even though the beast and the female were indeed quite the mile away. She growled slightly, p0ushing her hands together, she then proceeded to pull them apart.

The air around her hands seemed to ripple as she did this,m orbs darting around as to make sure no one and nothing was watching her structure. She brought her head backwards snarling slightly as her shoulder blades seemed to snap out of place, jaw seeming to be torn from it's position.

Her form cratered forwards, clutching at er stomach as it began to bulge, rib cage seeming to shift, a few ribs snapping, wings tore out of her back, Her transparent skin seeming to simply become cloudy before changing into a skin colour.

Dark wings rose from her back, them themselves seeming to be made from some sort of bone, they did not hold any feathers, nor did their appearance give a watcher the feeling of happiness. It indeed had an opposite affect, the affect of depsair an effect to cause an unredeemed groadiness which no conscept of the imagination could ever torture into aught of the sublime.

Her robes now seemed ragged, have torn at many parts, her hood now having fallen from her head to reveal large dull eyes, A gaze that could send any man into a state of mere insanity. Ofcourse, as it has been stated before, her gaze indeed lacked the usefulness of pupils but never the less, her gaze still shifted around.

Chains began to seem to be pulled from her skin, wrapping around her neck region, across her chest and around her arms, seeming to bind her but yet she could stikll move with ease, the chains entwined around her standing structure a slight smirk playing upon her lips.

She leaps into the air, her frame ascending slightly, her wings extending out, their skeleton like structure extending out to their full span. She took flight structure rising; Rising above the trees she glanced around, moving swiftly towards the direction of the woman and persuer.

She swooped thhrough the dark skies, structure seeming to be consumed with the darkness as her structure sweeped to and fro as to keep herself in flight. She halted for a moment as she came above the persuing beast and the running woman.

She watched on as the woman staggered and stumbled over weeds and fallen branches, ducking and wheeving around low hanging branches and thick trees. Dark Descendant watched, of course she could help, but this was not here job, she indeed knew what would happen but it was not her job to meddle with the death of the woman.

She watched on as the beast continued to leap over branches, his enormous structure moving with such elegance as he charged after the form of the fleeing woman; The woman cried out for help as she tripped, her form falling uselessly to the ground.

Dark Descendant's fists clenched slightly as she watched on from aove, gaze narrowing towards the beast as he leaps behind the fallen woman. Of course, the woman attempted to pull herself to her feet, to flee...To run..T save herself from such an end, it was no good though, of course, the beast had much more agility than her frail form and the fall had only given the demon even more of an advantage.

She remained in mid flight as the structure of the woman turned to face the beast as she attempted to crawl away. The beast towering over the fallen woman. She did not scream, not anymore, she knew her death had come but still her gaze traced away from the beast.

Her eyes widened slightly as the gaze of the woman fell upon her structure, the woman gasping out slightly as if to plead for help but the beast had made it's move, diving upon the woman, Dark Descendant watched as the beast propelled itself upon the form of the fallen female.

The female let out another shriek of agony and pain, but still her gaze remained fixated upon Dark Descendant, she did not try to wrestle the beast off her, nor did she attempt to reach for an object as to stab the beast, she merely reached out her hand towards the angel.

Dark Descendant's gaze had fallen upon the female, remaining upon the structure as the beast tore the frail structure apart with ease, sending sprays of blood in all directions. A pool of the red liquid leaking from the many severe wound across the deformed skin. The beast had torn the body apart within moment, but the arm of the woman had fallen aimlessly, fingers still reached out in a pleading motion.

She stared, wideyed towards arm as it fell to the soil, the blood of the woman sinking into the leaves and ground, saturating the soil. She growled lightly "Now it's my turn.." She uttered to herself as she moved from her position.

The giant form of the beast spun around as the words reached it's ears, his piercing cat like eyes falling upon her form as she charged in a 'rocket-like' motion through the air, moving towards him, head first. She reaches it's structure bringing her arm around a blade seedmed to form from the shadows around their structures.

She swooped the blade downwards, swinging it towards the cranium of the beast. Him stumbling backwards, head jerking backwards as the blade seemed to slice right through his cranium. His form fell motionless, her coming to tower of the beast and impaling the blade in it's chest.

It let out a howl, her pulling the blade away as blood leaked from it's chest, the blade seeming to pull the soul of the beast away with it, absorbing it into the shadows of the blade within mere moments, seeming to suck the soul within it's contents.

She moved towards the arm of the female, the only body part that was left 'intact' Dropping to her knees beside the female she shook her head, the blade seeming to disperse into the shadows as she nodded to the arm "Good must die but your name will be remembered miss." She remained kneeling beside the arm for a further few moments, wings remaining extended.

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