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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:04 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Furious from this man touching her, she ignored it for now..clearly she was not ready for a physical confrontation. Nor did this man deserve it, he meant her no harm..but his words caused fury to bubble from within her.
Breathing heavily, she looked out the window into the twilight sky...
Trying to calm her emotions, angry tears teetered on her eyelids...threatening to spill down her cheeks.
She would show no weakness, not to this man..she respected him, hes saved her from herself not once..but two times now..but, he was not one she could trust.
His alliance was to this village..not to her, nor to her kind..she needed to find others, if not her own..people of the light.
To do so..she needed help, she needed training to leave this land..as much as she wanted to rely on herself she had to rely on this man once more.
Her voice low and strained, she spoke..slowly.
"Do not think you know me..you know nothing of what ive been through, nothing of what I will have to go through to save this land, to bring peace to it."
Her shoulders high and tight she continued, trying not to freak out on this man.
"For what damaged I have caused this town..I apologize. It is not your fault, nor the townspeople. What brought to them was unfair, nor was it my choice of being transported here. You must get that.
But you understand this Reaper..I will not apologize for attacking that leech. He may not have wanted to be what he is, I dont hold that against him..but..this town, your guards are scared of ones of his very race.
It would have done justice for me to slay him..it would have given your people great comfort."
Minutes passed in complete silence, only the sound of there breathing and whispers could be heard.
Reaching for a glass of water, she downed it..unaware how thirsty shes been. "My purpose?" She paused for a few moments more. "Pital...words of your language could not define her. Nothing could, but for simple reasons, one of the best. The most spectacularly beautiful, courageous! ...a women who "could" in fact see the good in everyone. "
Such excited emotion the reaper has not seen from Cordelia. A rare site the scorned fallen ever expressed.
"The hate..the hate I could see, the hate everyone else could see..goddess" she swore. "She herself saw it, but still believed there to be good in everyone..she just wanted, wants peace and love."
Pushing her platinum blond hair over her shoulders in one motion , she looked at the reaper with a wan smile.
"Iam a monster reaper...with simple logistics..we all are in different skins.
True, iam blind to my own rage...but I do what I think is right. She would not approve, nor did she of my stern harsh methods then. But...for whatever reason she loved me as she loved all her people.
If my ways, my rage, my fury, my hatefulness stops the evil? Save others pain? Then so be it..if its to reach what she wants..for peace and love to rule over all? I will go against my goddess. I will be that monster you all think that iam."
"I stick to the lightened path Reaper, no matter how dark it may be." She finished mournfully.
Sparkling tears fell down her cheeks onto her hands...she lifted them, and smiled. So..this reaper will see her cry after all, she was surprised at how talking about her situation made her feel better.
She felt calm now, not so angry, not so sad..but calm and content. She had only hoped that he understood, and would help her.
It might not seem right to others, hell..it might not be right at all..but violence was necessity in this world..love and peace were not going to defeat the dark alone. Sometimes a stern hand was needed for that to happen. Seraphiel, The Angel of Silence, alias Cordelia has taken that title upon herself to do just that.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 12:25 pm
"And you know nothing of what we have been through - what our world has been through since your slumber. You know nothing of The Barons or what they did; nothing of the Bloodlines spawned through the conflicts and magic of both mortals and The Creators. Arrogant, ignorant...""War is born from fools who seek peace through the sword. How can you think that is possible except through tyranny? That is what came upon the Desert. That "peace" was slavery and the destruction of their culture. So many of the old ways were lost because of that Peace -knowledge of Pital, her secret loves and labors within the land and the gifts she gave these people. Your perception of "peace" took that form them. Open your eyes, newborn! You are old only in memory."He didn't back down or withdraw from her. Kerrark stood face to face with inches between them. "Slaying him would not have given them comfort. Killing him would only continue the cycle of fear and hatred - the assumption that blood bears inherent sin is NOT the teachings of Pital. You questions of IF are made without foresight. If you kill a man, those who love him will wish to kill you. Forging peace from war is not peace made out of love. Your faith has truly been shaken if you would ever think that is her will... And the lightened path never grows dark. When it does, you walk the path of darkness and you stray from her more than ever.Her tears meant nothing to him. He saw it as self pity. "If you are as old as you say -if you have seen Pital yourself- then I will not permit you to leave until you have seen what the world is now. The Proper Path -the statutes of the Good and Evil are not so black and white. Life has changed for all of us. Do you hear our Creators? I do not. No one does... they are silent now. We must prove we are worthy and that these lands can overcome their addiction to violence. Perhaps that is why you're here, Fallen. Consider that. Perhaps your purpose is to come to terms with this, and learn to administer peace through action and virtue, not violence. If not, you are more deserving of death than the Vampire. Your words show that you use faith to justify your weapons, not that you are a weapon of faith. Faith is empty handed, and shapes the world through force of will.
"Your age makes you an icon. It gives your words meaning and your deeds influence, even if it is only perceived by others. Our world needs heroes, and your presence would draw flocks of the faithful... but if you leave here brandishing your sword to carve peace into the world, you leave her as well. You will return with an army of zealots and madmen whose faith is like yours, not blind in its trust of the Goddess but blind to the virtue that MUST be upheld, no matter the trials. You have much to learn, Fallen... and I would teach you, but that thought alone makes me hesitate."
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 11:47 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Giving a weak smile, Cordelia turned her head to look at the Reaper.
Her tears have dried, and she was no longer mad at the reaper, nor was she mad at herself.
Pride burned within her at his words. "Your words are much older then you Reaper. You sound like an elder of my time. Seemingly rich with advice on what my brothers and sisters should take." She paused as she let out a hearty laugh.
Calming down, she brushed her hair out of her face..pushing it backwards.
" Then I guess im permitted to stay Reaper. Please..show me what you know.
If you think you can change my view? Then go for it. Challenge accepted. But know this..you do not know her as I once did. You where not chosen to be one of her warriors. Hearing nothing but the words of others passed down to you. " she said, giving a sly smile. "But...I don't want to fight with you. I tire of this, and it is pointless, shall we go? Or do you need an empty words to fill your head to argue with me more?" Laughing once more, she stood up to her full height, stretching all the way up..easily touching the ceiling.
The throb in her head started to fade. Dizziness no longer plagued her mind. "Come...?" She asked in the doorway, extending her hand to further her point, but not to actually grasp hers in his.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 11:51 am
The Reaper batted her hand down, and did not move to the door. "I know her in my heart and soul, and worship her with every deed in my life. I am Kerrark. I am a Reaper, Fallen. I was born to preserve everything she stood for as were you. It is written into my flesh and blood. You slept through the trials of the world, yet you cheapen the power of faith because you have known her? Here is your first lesson. Arrogance yields no reward."He strode to the door and turned at its threshold, blocking Cordeia inside the small room with his plated arms folded over his scarred chest. He looked directly into her eyes. "You are free to fly out the window. This way is closed to you unless you have the courage to step from your pedestal."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 11:45 am
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Her head throbbed from trying to be nice, she almost dropped this facade.
His intentions where right, and she knew he only wanted the best for his people, for this land, for the godess..just like she.
She looked down at him, "Fine Reaper.." she said, adding extra emphasis on that last part.
"I will do what you wish. Lets get going shall we? Ive already promised you my word on no harm of these people..that id listen to you with open ears.
But..you expect me to change who iam right on the spot? Just like what you wish to happen in this world..it takes time. Be patient." she spoke, getting really tired of being scolded.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 12:11 pm
Surprisingly enough, a thin smile appeared on the Reaper's face. His tone died down considerably, as a thin smudge of red seeped into the corner of his mouth. "I don't expect you to change your ways overnight. I expect you to curb your ego and learn as a proper student. You'll learn nothing if you think your word is law. Follow me."Kerrark turned, wiping the blood from his mouth before descending the tavern stairs and leaving the make-shift hospital. "Stay close. The Dunes are dangerous at night."He moved down the streets at a brisk pace, drawing further towards the edge of town. Then they were in the open fields. Then they reached the sand. -EXIT to The Dunes of The Desert-
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 10:50 am
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
She nodded her head in understanding, and followed behind into the desert.
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((Exit))
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:47 pm
 Fendon Kairn
Student
Werewolf Warrior
Current Spd/Str: 6/6
Current Energy: 300/300
Fendon looked around at the people holing up for the night in a half ruined town. He didn't know how their connection to her might be. But he needed someone who wasn't a woman to train him. Or pity him. Stopping along one of the roads, Fendon broke out his last bit of water from the trip. Swigging it down, everyone seemed skittish. He wondered what had recently happened to make the whole town on edge.
"I am only what you have made me..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 8:21 pm
"Another stranger..."
The voice was coarse, heavy and hateful. It belonged to a hairless man whose face was pitted with more snake bites than could ever have been intentional or wanted. His shirt was in tatters, but the weapon in his hand was both clean and ready. The burly wilder glared at Fendon, but did not move from his lean on the wall of a freshly repaired house. Fendon would see spear bearing men, many clad in simple leathers and hide but all wearing faces of iron, along the street and hidden in the corners of alleys. They moved into the street. They moved towards him, spears slung over their shoulders and hands ready to swing them.
"You are very... lucky... stranger; to be like me. Explain your coming here. Now, and no later."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 8:53 pm
Fendon Kairn
Student
Werewolf Warrior
Current Spd/Str: 6/6
Current Energy: 300/300
Fendon smirked. It was one the few expressions where he looked like a clone of his father. "Just trying to find some gods-forsaken training. My nation has no leader and everyone just pisses around like brainless baboons." He packed away his empty water canteen and stood up, sticking his hands in his pockets. His sword remained in its back strap, putting him at a disadvantage to getting it should he be attacked right now with his hands in his pockets. A few of his chest scars could be seen on the openings of his shirt and jacket now, visual whispers of the torture and experimentation he suffered over the years. "Was that soon enough for you?"
"I am only what you have made me..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:05 am
Gerdane's glaring eyes glinted in the moonless starlight of Triwinds. The Were-Jackal moved from the wall as his spear bearers converged on his position; staggering themselves at his flanks and curving outwards in a crescent formation. Their spears remained at their shoulders, but it was easy to tell by their length that the moment they were lowered Fendon would only be a few inches away from them. The wilders didn't move to encircle the Were-Wolf though. The crescent's wingmen had started to, but were commanded to stand firm by Gerdane's raised and open palm.
He stared at the Were-Wolf. He smelled. He saw the scars, unique but unmistakably familiar to him... the marks of hooks, of torture and mutilation. Scars that were very much like his, afflicted on him since birth for both the Barons' entertainment and research. If Gerdane didn't know better, Fendon might have been just another tribesman... but the wilder did know better, and the man himself said he was an outsider. The Were-Jackal's face formed a smirk of its own as the younger Were-Beast spoke. "Close enough. Tell me your name and the land you come from, Wolf-Kin."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 8:49 pm
Fendon Kairn
Student
Werewolf Warrior
Current Spd/Str: 6/6
Current Energy: 300/300
"Fendon," he said. "And I guess you could call Wormwood where I come from." His tone spoke for him, saying that where he originally came from didn't need to be spoken whatsoever. Probably because it was there he got his scars. "Anyway, I guess now is the free acupuncture?"
"I am only what you have made me..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:27 pm
Gerdane made no further approach to Fendon. He continued to size the Werewolf up; studying his eyes as he spoke, checking to make sure he was telling the truth... if he wasn't, Gerdane couldn't tell. He seemed honest enough. "You live today, Wolfcub Fendon. We will see what the Desert holds for you. If you seek training you'll find none here. The Reaper Kerrark has gone to the dunes with some Fallen cub. Perhaps you could find him there, with your nose. Perhaps I could help you find him, or take you to Vesyr the Red. You may find some welcome here. There are many like me, like you... many made against their will. What say you Wolfcub?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:38 pm
Fendon Kairn
Student
Werewolf Warrior
Current Spd/Str: 6/6
Current Energy: 300/300
"The sooner I can get started, the better," Fendon said. "Think you can point me to the nearest person who could train me? Instead of having to go out into the dunes again..."
"I am only what you have made me..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 10:27 am
Gerdane stepped closer to Fendon. "You've lived your life under another's boot, yes you have... I can tell. You may be wise in coming here. Our tribes share a similar story." Gerdane left it at that, and moved onto business. "If you want training, I will give it to you... and I will not be a gentle Teacher. If you want strength, then you will suffer. There is no other way. Understand, Wolf-kin?"
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