The World of Iris: Tales of the Eternal War Lit. A/O

Which Clan will win the Eternal War?

The Abyss Clan	12.7%	[ 8 ]
The Blood Clan	14.3%	[ 9 ]
The Sol Clan	17.5%	[ 11 ]
The Luna Clan	15.9%	[ 10 ]
Their War will be their undoing.	20.6%	[ 13 ]
It will never end...	19.0%	[ 12 ]
Total Votes:			[ 63 ]

[Shiny Starry Dreams]

~~~ Elly Meairna ~~~


~~~ "... Guys... i'm at a loss here..." ~~~ a warm, yet irritated voice said from a girl who was surronded by men. It was a public place, a bar in Ethel, where human men were gathering around with their friends or clients in attempts to talk about business or the good old days. Thought while this was happening, there was also a quarrel happening that seemed to stir up the place. In the middle of the huddled men, was the girl, whose voice could only be recognized for its diffference among the deeper ones. One would think that it was a maiden in distress, captured by two ugly, brutal men, but that was not the situation at all for the girl was arm wrestling with the one of the toughest, biggest guys there. She tired her hardest to overtake the mans grip, but to no avail, she was as she said, at a loss. the man chuckled a bit and loosened his grip before declaring himself victor, which was a dumb mistake on his part for the girl put all her strength into the mans loosened guard and slammed his arm down, cracking the table almost in half. A cheer of surprise, amazement and loss could be heard from every which way and a series of claps and pats on the back geared towards the normal girl who brought down such a man. "Wow, Elly, you sure know how to entertain a crowd when they need it!" a shorter, more fair looking man said, patting the girl, Elly, on the shoulders and sticking a mug in her hands. Elly smiled and took a long swig of it and slammed it on the table. ~~~ "What can I say? I play fair, but once you let your guard down and fail to state the end, it's all game." ~~~

[sinful_silver]

Alexander • Zane • Angelus

True Form
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Court is in session,
A verdict is in.
No appeal on the docket today,
Just my own sin.
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I hear a thunder in the distance,
See a vision of a cross.
I feel the pain that was given,
On a sad day of loss.

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Alexander sat in a small clearing within the Twilight sanctuary, meditating and overlooking the events currently taking place within the mortal realm of Iris. He had been tasked with protecting the mortal races of Iris against the supposed Demon invasion, but so far everything was quiet. He supposed that was a good thing, after all, who really wanted a war to break out, it was bad for everyone involved. There was nothing really to do now, but the Twilight Sanctuary felt oppressive at times, and now was one of them. He decided that a visit to Iris was in order, and quickly stood up. Closing his eyes he felt himself shifting between the worlds, and as he did so his true form was bound within him and he landed in the realm of Iris in his human form, he could have used his Angel Form but fewer people recognized him as a human and he preferred that. Besides that, he was currently in Ether, the capitol city of the human race, he would be less noticable like this.

He stretched for a moment, getting slowly used to his body, things worked so differently in Iris than they did in the Sanctuary, it took some time to get fully accustomed to not having wings too of course. He walked through the city to a small bar that he frequented whenever he was in Iris. He didn't drink alchohol of course, his body would reject it anyway and burn it off instantly, but he did enjoy the company of the humans, and he did occasionally have the bartender prepare an odd concoction of sugar, water, and honey. He enjoyed the sweetness of it, it warmed his insides in a most wonderful way. So he ordered one of those and sat at the bar, sipping it slowly as he observed the humans around him, including one contest of strength that humans called arm-wrestling, it was completely barbaric but the thought of healthy competition was enticing all the same, not that it would be a fair match for anyone he challenged.

[CloudyMorrow]

~Silph Abefrail~
~Demon Lord~

Silph sat atop a lone spire that protruded out of the ground, and that rose up unto the clouds. From here he could cast his mind over the world and become one with the wind. He let his mind wander, observing the demonic, the undead, the plants of East Nephrail, and the multiple rivers that directed themselves through the Isles of Fate. He observed the denizens of the world and lingered on the black masses which he could not see; the angles and the elves (which were protected from foreign mind by their magic runes.) He could however hear their voices, and try to begin to map their emotion. When he let his mind become the wind, he could see so many things at once. It was as if he was a whirlpool, surrounded by the immense currents which in this case happened to be the worlds very life, its very culture. While it was impossible to see everything, he searched restlessly for a hint of other Immortals, those who would challenge his claim on this world. In particular he looked, as he always did for the signs of the leaders of this realm, and consequentially the others. For it was known now more then ever that he or she who ruled this dimension and this world ruled all. Battles of the immortal we're pointless. No being not of twilights creation or Nocturne's could enter their own opposite realm. But if you rule Iris, then you hold the power to change those rules. Not to mention death for the immortal was completely possible here.

As such it was common for Silph to rest here on his dark spire in the clouds, searching for his enemies in silent knowing. Like this he was able to still communicate instantly with his armies, he could likewise be notified at any time of any changes that might occur in battle by his subordinates. The winds were still as Silph's mind wondered....waiting... waiting for a sign, an occurrence of any kind.

[Lady Melodious]

The final judgement shall be delivered
Nobody can escape the sin that flows in their veins
The enigmatic words make the witches chuckle
While the banquet of this irregular night repeats

Melody stood up and began to walk. The air was cold since it was still morning. She took a deep breath and began to jog. It seemed she had fallen asleep after training in the forest, while jogging she passed the forest and was back to the city. As she jogged, she found somewhere to stop and get some breakfast. Melody stopped and opened the door, she went in and ordered something paying in cash. Melody sat at a table, with legs crossed of course and began to feast on her eggs and bacon with a grin. She had not eaten in 2 days, as poart of her training.

(This hope) Falling towards hell,
(is it a sin?) these golden butterflies
dipped their wings in how many sins?

[Blood Moons Curse]

Once her training was done for the day Iyana rubbed her neck and pulled her red curls out of the ribbon that held them back, letting her flaming hair tumble over her shoulders and down her back. The guard she was sparing with had already left and now she was alone. For a little while she just stood there letting herself breath, thinking about the things she could have done differently during the matches then her mind wandered to other things; weather it would be nice to walk through town, weather or not the other clans armies were training now and what Silph was up to. Smiling a bit at the last thought she had a fairly good idea. Same thing he did most days. Laughing a bit under her breath she headed back inside where two guards bowed their heads slightly to her, although she didn't seem to pay much attention to them. Heading to the thrown room silently, knowing he would see her coming. Simply walking in she smiled and laughed unable to help it, "Just where I figured you would be." She said as she walked strait to him until she was only a couple yards from him. "Anything new that you can tell?"

[CloudyMorrow]

~Silph Abefrail~
~Demon Lord~

Having since returned from his meditation on the spire, Silph now sat cross legged on his throne of bones. Sensing his daughters infernal presence the instant she set foot in the castle, Silph braced himself. She was always so draining, due to her exuberant personality. Having braced himself, Silph opened his eyes a fraction of an inch to glance at her before breathing...."Iyana my...daughter....why are you disturbing me? What have i told you about waltzing into my throne room? If you have the energy to disturb my thoughts, would it not be better spent hunting your enemies? Else, you might find your time better suited becoming stronger. And besides, i thought i had told you to find Alexander.

[Blood Moons Curse]

Smiling a bit at his words she laughed a little and looked back towards the doors. "Sorry Father but no guards were posted so I felt it would be all to easy to come right on in." She replied to him with a smile knowing that even if the guards were there it wouldn't do very much, hell the last ones posted there fell to the ground screaming about something that she had put into their head. "Anyways, you did tell me to find him. But you never told me how to find him or even where to begin my searches." Iyana said still smiling. "And! I thought it would be a great day to do that whole 'Father and Daughter bonding time' that I am forever hearing about from children." Now she was just mocking him partly, something she knew better than to do but today she just wanted to be a bit annoying.

[Loveyy Lemon]

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► "598...599...600..." Lillian had been training with the humans to improve her strength. Being as a girl, most would think of her as a wimp. You would not want to get in a fight with her, or you could be easily killed with one strike. Finally finishing the the punching bag, Lilli quickly walked over to the bench to grab her towel and wipe her sweat, then to grab her water with no second thought. She chugged it to the best of her abilities, but it was a little to soon for it to be gone. "Good Practice today Knight." The trainer had come from behind her to pat her on the bag. Lillian was tempted to break this man's fingers, but alas, he was a good teacher. Lilli just smiled at him, and turned her way to the locker room. She had been the only one scheduled to come in today, so it made her life easier to change without being watched by those annoying girls.

► Taking a quick shower, she came out soon enough to place on an outfit that had fit her mood and day. Raising the shirt to above her belly button to show off her belly button ring, and the tattoo that marked Lillian as a Demon. Oh, how it seemed painful at the thought to have this on her, even though there was no pain at all when she was marked with this. Grabbing her bag on her way out, Lillian had re-done her makeup until she deemed herself worthy to walk out into the world that was now here. Without taking a second glance, Lilli changed into her Demonself and quickly flew to the land known at The Dead Zone. Landing safely next to her room, she threw her stuff onto the cold ground that overtook her room. It was nice to feel that cold rush blow in her hair and skin. But, as soon as she had walked into her room, she had left.

► Walking down the hall of this castle-like place, Lillian had eventually found her way making it into the Silph's medatation time. But, seeing his daughter there, it made it seem like an ok time to come in sense he was already disturbed. "Sliph, finished my training. What am I to do now?" She asked, before looking over her side to see Iyana. "Hello, once again." Lilli said with a smile. This girl next to her was beautiful beyond reason, but it was no wonder the resemblance between the two others in the room. "Hm. Like Father Like Daughter." She said with a raise in her eyebrows.

[Shini7777]

Xeno: The Reaper

Blood splattered across the ground and wall of the dark alleyway. At the end of the alleyway a young beautiful women curled up in the corner, tears streaming down from her eyes. Laying in front of her was a women dressed in dirty rag like cloths. Blood dripped from the massive cut in her throat.
A short way down the alleyway a massive man dressed in similar cloths stood ridged. Then he felt backwards flat on his back, the blue blade of a scythe sticking out of her forehead. A women emerged out of the darkness and grabbed hold of the scythe's handle. She was dressed in a pure white robe blood various parts of the it. She had raven black hair and bright purple eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. She violently ripped the scythe out of his forehead causing blood to fountain up and raining over her robe. However as the blood raining down the robe seemed to absorb it leaving no trace that it had ever been touched.

The scythe glowed blue and two trails of mist rose from the bodies and gathered into balls front of the girl. Both of them were pitch black, the girl nodded before she raised her scythe. Jaws appeared on the blade of the weapon and it devoured the balls. The girl then turned her attention to the girl cowering in the corner.

The white robed girl disappeared into a shadow before appeared in front of her. She then placed her hand on her forehead. The girls eyes went blank before a similar mist seeped out of her mouth and gathered into a ball. The white cloaked girl reached out and touched the ball, as she did it suddenly shined brightly like a star. The girl smiled a bit before she lovingly cupped it in her hands before she pressed it back into the girls mouth. Then she disappeared into a shadow once again leaving the girl completely unharmed.

She reappeared at the entrance to the Dark Spire before walking toward the main entrance. In ranking, Reapers ranked little higher then peons, however since their role was so important they were given access to almost any place in the demon area. Normally Xeno would report to an overseer who would tell her were the souls needed to go. Normally reapers only gathered around ten souls on a good day, however today had been very good and Xeno was able to obtain around 44. As a result anytime a reaper obtained more then 20 souls they were to report directly to the clan leader Sipha so he could decide where to invest such a large amount of resources. The guards let her pass without question and she walked down the hall. Suddenly the mouth on her weapon opened and began speaking to her.

"Xeon...why did you not take that girls soul?" it asked as the reapers foot steps echoed with each step.
"That girl has the soul of a saint, a pure one. I am unwilling to corrupt such a beautiful thing," she said as they reached the doors.
"As you wish mistress," said her weapon as she looked at the two guards. One peered inside to see if Lord Sipha was still in meditation before he opened the door for the reaper. Xeon entered the room and found that not only Sipha, but his daughter Iyana and the knight Lillian.
She slowly dropped down to one knee and bowed her head.
"Lord Sipha, Mistress Iyana, and Knight Lillian," she said before she raised her scythe. Suddenly around 40 black souls burst out of the blade and circled around her.
"I have preformed my duty, what would you like me to do with them?" she asked keeping her head bowed as the souls slowly orbited around her.

[Endless Nothing]

This war must end
Quietly, a small figure walked amongst the humans of the bustling city. He looked like a young boy, no older the 15 years of age. He was from a village not far from the city itself, of course the city had not a whisper of its presence there. He was here for a basic chore, to buy supplies for the village. While they rarely needed it, on occasion the members of his village would require some medical supplies and although they were exceptional hunters and gatherers there were some exotic plants and delicacy's they could only get a hold of through the open markets in the human city.
The people looked so peaceful here despite the wars that waged on outside its walls. He rather enjoyed watching them, moving to a fro with an illusion of purpose. As if the world would end if they didn't get what they set out to claim here at the market.

Whistling now he was enjoying himself. Walking along talking with the salesmen, they were friendly. He couldn't help but wonder what if. What if they knew he was a lycan? Would they be so friendly then?

He could only hope.

And i will do what i can!

[XxXrinXX]

Sieghart

There was a dark cave and a figure hanging inside it. Upon closer look the figure was chained up inside the cave it seemed. His eye's flickered open and he grunted in discomfort. He tried to stretch but chains wouldn't allow that. He sighed as memories came back to him. "It's been a few millennia..." He muttered before struggling again. It didn't take long for him to burst down from the chains and he fell to the ground in a tired heep. He screamed in pain as the seals placed on him began to leave. "WHY?!" He screamed.

Sieghart awoke on the back of a cart full of hay. He rubbed his face and sighed. "Again..." He told himself plainly. He had only one dream since being freed from his prison. "Where as far as I can take you son." An old man said on a part of the cart in front of him. "This will do." Said Sieghart and dropped down from the back and walked out into a field. He stood there and began to charge his power till it would be noticed by the angels and some demons. "ALEXANDER ZANE ANGELUS COME DOWN HERE AND TALK TO ME!" He shouted louder than a normal being could. This further proved his difference from other races. He smiled and stood waiting in the field for his message to be heard.

After waiting for awhile and looking like a complete idiot standing in the middle of nowhere Sieghart decided to move on. He headed to a town that was close to the field he had been standing in. It was a human settlement and he didn't really mind this. He walked towards it and smiled when he found the tavern rather quickly. He walked in and instantly noticed what it was he wanted. He walked up to where the angel sat and smiled at him. "How have you been Alexander?" He asked the almost god.

{ Edited }

[Shiny Starry Dreams]

~~~ Elly Meairna ~~~


The man who had last the arm whrestling match bought Elly a beer and the toast to waire and clever tactics as he stated to his defeat. Elly merrily sipped her beverage, careful not to drink too much. a group of girls sat at the end of the bar, talking to some of the guys from the huddle earlier. Elly brought them their drinks, thunking themonto the table and taking her seat.
"Oh Elly won't you tell us a story?"
a girl asked Elly, looking as though she were trying to avoid a question that a young farmer had asked her, the color on her face prooving this.
"Yes, yes! Your stories are so exciting and we all like listening to them!"
antother girl asked in a giddy mood. Soon the surronding people, new gatherers and reamaining, came to listen.

Elly's stories were wall known in Ether's taverns and bars and they were always a good source of entertainment. After many badgerings, Elly gave in with a laugh and wracked her brain for a story to tell that she hadn't already told. While she decided, a part of her drew her eyes towards a figure who sat at the bar with a weird drink. She sensed something from him, but it was hard to tell whether her meant harm or not. ~~~ "Hmm, I suppose I will tell you about what I saw in the Emerald Forest, in the Elven land..." ~~~ she told them and mummering of a new story traveled across the listeners. Elly smiled and continued her story with enthusiasm in the right spots and animation when describing. This was what made her stories famous and entertaining. ~~~ "I have never been to a more strange nor more beautiful place as Emeral Forest. As you all know, the elves are known for their fine features and their artistic eyes. Their land is as thought they carved it themselves through time. High cliffs, artful woods, wide, echoing rivers and valleys... it is as though the nature is talking to you itself... and sometimes its does..." ~~~ she said, demonstrating tall cliffs and talking trees by springing her arms up, acting like a tree. With her last words, she whispered them and the young kids around all payed their attention to what Elly was saying. She chuckled and began to tell a story about a giant made out of stone and how it walked around as though nothing was happening. She included that she made friends with him and that he liked to let butterflies sit on his stone body and he took naps under cliff edges.

Many people asked if there were evil, mal-mannered giants there, in which Elly presumed there could be, but she had not met any yet, and the elves would not allow it, from the knowledge she knew of it. She told them about the giant she met, named Urgle, who took care of a human. Many of the towns people thought that she was kidding, but she showed them proof of it for she painted a picture of them. this put them in aw for not only did the picture look like a photograph, but what she said was true.

[sinful_silver]

Alexander • Zane • Angelus

True Form
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Court is in session,
A verdict is in.
No appeal on the docket today,
Just my own sin.
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I hear a thunder in the distance,
See a vision of a cross.
I feel the pain that was given,
On a sad day of loss.

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Alexander was still sitting in the small bar in Ether when he felt an intense power as well as a slightly telepathic shout. He debated on it for a moment, it could be a trap so he had to be careful and had to stay in human form. Somewhere out there Silph was looking for him still, and he did not want to be found just yet. He decided to check it out, but he had to be careful, things could possibly go very wrong very fast. He was just about to leave when he felt the man enter, there was no denying the aura, it was distinctly the same. He turned in his seat to face the man, he was unsure if this man was friend or foe but all the same he recognized his human form, which could be very bad, or not at all. As he listened to a human girl tell stories on the other side of the small bar he smiled at the man, "How is it that you know my name?" He asked, carefully on his guard should anything go wrong, he wondered who this man was, he guessed human, possibly an elemental like the girl telling the stories, but he couldn't be sure yet.

((Edited))

[XxXrinXX]

Sieghart

"You mean to tell me you have forgotten who I am?" Sieghart asked and had a confused face. He sighed and ordered a rather strong drink. "You must always cause aches of the head don't you." He said aloud. His dialect was one old and not used often. "Well I guess I could refresh your memory." He said and lifted his arm. Chains drapped from his wrist to about his elbow. "I have forgiven you and Silph for sealing me away for so many millenia but I am honestly offended you have forgotten me." He said and took a long drink. "So how has my planet been?" He mused while taking another drink.