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 Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 11:31 pm
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"What injustice have you committed?"
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There was no slap of pain, only the cold kiss of metal on her face, followed by the warm, metallic taste of blood on her lips. Her blood, sweet, with a darker, smoother blood; Kinetav's. She did not need physical sense, only practical sense, to know that the stranger below her was the cause of the small bloodshed. Insanity heated her simmering anger. Twice, possibly three times now, the stranger at her feet had spilled her blood, and it was clear the last, was deliberate. She could only assume that the others were as well. Unjust, or not, the man had attacked her, and that was instant warrant for his death. Her anger boiled. Her black blood pumped faster. Her insanity spilled over the edge of its confines. A sensation rose in her, that was not her own, like blades within, rising to the surface of her skin. There was no pain, only a stranger pressure, but it further fueled her need for blood, making it flare. It was followed by words in black tongue, turns and twists of phrase that were foreign to her. But the nature of the voice, dark, laced with anger, firm, leaving no room for argument, told her that the words were some dark command. A demand for something sinister, for a dark deed done, perhaps something taken, or blood spilled. Blood pumped, insanity bubbled, skin tingled. She felt her lips curl into a smirk filled with sinful pleasure, as she wrapped her fingers about the handle of her whip. The blood that formed the weapon writhed beneath her excited touch. She could feel the weapon morphing, it's deadly tails stiffening into sharpened blade-points. With a sound-less chuckle, she pulled the blade from its sheath. She licked her lips in anticipation, as she used her foot to feel for the body. Her foot touched it in moments; using her booted toe, she felt the shape of the limb. Long, tamped, slim; an arm. The smirk on her face widened. She whipped the staff from her side, and plunged it straight down. Her arm suddenly jerked, violently. Her fingers tore from the handle of the bladed-staff, as her arm was jerked upwards. She felt the weapon slip through her hand, slicing her fingers as it dropped to somewhere unknown. And with it, came rage, a powerful wave, that knocked over her insanity, and pulled it under the waters of calm. More dark words, in a low, rich voice she new as Kinetav's killed the air. Her arm jerked again, and this time, the force of the jerk, and off the rage, spilling from him, swept her feet from beneath her. She only felt a rush of air, then impact. Her teeth rattled, her bones jarred, as she crashed into the ground. One side, her shoulder, landed on something warm, and firm. A body. The body of the stranger. So close, so...killable. But she now had no weapon, and no ready way to spill her blood to do so. And even if she did, she could not see, to form her weapn. A silent growl left her. Damn if she was going to let that stop her, let he or she live. If he did not die now, he would die later. [(1/2) Soul Mark] Krona reached up with her arm, and grasped the strangers arm, in a vice-like grip. She reached for knowledge, for shadow, channeled into her arm. Her fingers seemed to tingle and then she could feel it. The iciness of shadow touch, and though it, the shape of his soul, the tempest of its element. The smirk return to her lips. She would mark him, so she could track his very essence. She would mark him for death. For justice. Black Blood
Dark Avenger
Self-Proclaimed Harbringer of Justice
Alligence to Self
Creator lend me...
The Energy 300
The Strength 6
The Speed 7
To Deliver Swift Justice
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"Is that not Just?"
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  It is not what you are, but that you have done
Justice is absolute, and it's deliverance knows no limit
Judgment is swift, and irrevocable
No mercy for the unjust; Death is the only redemption
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:52 pm
His mind raced with him, his shoulders hunched and narrowed as he rushed along the cavern's perimeter on all fours. He was hardly big enough to fit in the visible space between the wall and the maelstrom. The shady tendrils that smoked along the membrane between what was definite and what was infinite licked out towards him, harmless but curious and hungry to feel him. Adellos kept his eyes forward in the darkness, focusing on one things. The voices. They were getting closer, he could start to make them out. Vesyr's roaring, grinding bass; the piercing cry of Uskarr's hawk, the sterling tenor of Telara's tone, barely recognizable amidst the ringing in his ears and the thunderous laughter of the unbound darkness at the maelstrom's edge. Soon. Surely, he had to be there soo--
"ADELLOS!" As the Were-Jackal rounded a stalagmite he was suddenly in view of the others. The mouth of the tunnel was no more than 20 feet from him. His muscles throbbed with adrenaline as he closed the final distance, sweeping out alongside Vesyr and Yorda. The Vestitor brandished a sword the size of a lamp post. His beloved was silent beside him as she strained to craft a calming song. She found it near impossible to play above the cacophony. Amassed around them, the tunnel was filled with tribesmen, brandishing spears, axes, banners and all the weapons they could carry. Were-Beasts' snarls echoed along the walls as a handful tried to push to the front, but there was no room. No one was advancing. The commotion and sounds of their voices was a mixture of confusion, fear and uncertainty. Vesyr, Uskarr, Telara and Yorda all served as the vanguard, but no wilders advanced past them. Barely visible at the back of the tunnel, some were trying to leave...
The Last Son howled aloud as he and Vesyr both seized each other in unison. Anger burned in both of their eyes. "WHAT IS THIS DEVILRY?" The Vestitor bellowed as the Jackal strengthened his own hold on the behemoth. "IT IS AN ABYSS INSIDE! NO SIGHT OR SOUND OR VOICE CAN BE SENSED BEYOND, BUT IT IS FALSE! IT CAUSES NO HARM! WE HAVE TO PRESS ON, KRAYTH IS WITHIN! I CAN SMELL HIM! THERE WERE OTHERS! LILIANA IS THERE!" The Jackal doubted much of that, if no harm would truly come within... Flames huffed from the Vestitor's cracked, serrated carapace. He looked to Yorda, whose eyes were clamped shut as her fingers worked her instrument to the point that they were raw. Still, nothing came. Adellos let go of Vesyr and turned on Telara and Uskarr. His hawk was further back, trapped in the tunnel and unable to take wing. It cried out at the wilders who sought to get past it withdraw into the city proper, sweeping its wings out to keep them back. "WHERE IS KERRARK? WHERE ARE GERDANE AND HIS MEN?" The Were-Jackal's eyes scoured the shifting mass for Blood's distinctive white attire. She and the others were nowhere to be found. He growled with great frustration, knowing the woman would only be absent if she had disregarded his orders. "KERRARK SET OFF FOR TRIWINDS. GERDANE STILL TRAVELS WITH THE LEGION DOGS." The Reaper didn't look at Adellos as he spoke. Uskarr's face was hard set as he stared directly into the maelstrom.
"WE CANNOT WAIT. WE HAVE TO PRESS ON, ALL OF US." Telara stood beside Adellos and in the faint light of the torches speckled through the mob and along the walls, her eyes flashed like steel as her lungs strained to speak over the madness. Uskarr did not respond with words. He spoke through action, and charged into the abyss. With a roar of alarm Vesyr reached to grab the Reaper, but his barrel sized hand found nothing. It became nothing, as his arm vanished completely from sight like an amputation. The Vestitor looked stunned, but when he withdrew his limb and saw that it remained intact there was nothing left to hold him back.
"FORWARD, ALL! WE MUST MOVE FORWARD!" Yorda looked pensive as Vesyr yelled his command. She hesitated as he moved, but grabbed hold of his weaponless hand before he could move from her side. The Vestitor looked down at her and swept the Idol into his open arm, seating her on his shoulder as he looked out over the wilders. They did not move forward. They lingered, they shrank away... and Adellos rained furious inspiration upon them. "WE CARVED OUR FREEDOM FROM THE HEARTS OF THE BARONS AND NOW YOU SPOOK LIKE CUBS? FLEE NOW AND SCAR YOUR TRIBES' GLORY! I WILL SPIT ON EVERY COWARDS TRIBE! I WILL PAINT THE ARENA WITH YOUR WASTED BLOOD! HOLD FAST AND TOGETHER! REMEMBER THE FACE OF YOUR FATHER! SPEAK THE NAMES OF YOUR ANCESTORS! THEIR TRIBES WERE WITHOUT FEAR! STAND FOR THEM NOW! ANSWER MY CALL OR BEGONE FOREVER!
There was no pause after his words. Banner men roared, howled, screamed and cheered. "BLACKMAN ANSWERS THE CALL!" The tribe voiced in unison, and their words rang through the tunnel. "SANDSONS ANSWER THE CALL!" The tribes roared out, one by one in rapid succession as they pushed forward in the tunnel. "LINK TOGETHER AT YOUR ARMS AND DO NOT LET GO! KEEP YOUR WEAPONS DOWN, OR YOU WILL STRIKE EACH OTHER! DO NOT YIELD! DO NOT SLOW! WE WILL DRIVE IT BACK! NO MOUNTAIN IS STRONGER THAN WE! NO STORM IS MORE FIERCE! NOTHING SHALL TAKE OUR HOME! NOTHING WILL CLAIM US AGAIN!" They came together as one, gripping each other by the shoulders, elbows or wrists. The Last Son looked over them now, each tribe rallying beside the others, their teeth bared in the dark as they summoned the rage of their fallen kin. He saw no cubs among them. He saw the future of the Desert, bound by blood and destiny. As the Last Son turned back to Telara and the others, he saw that there was a strange look to them, even Vesyr. It was not respect... it was something else. Something greater. What was it?
He did not have the time nor the care to think of it. With a roar he barreled back into the maelstrom. Behind him moved Vesyr and Yorda, Telara, and the tribes of The Devil's Eye. They marched into the abyss chanting the names of their ancestors, ready to face every black and haunted memory Ulthran could ever show them.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 8:59 pm
Had Dominic a heartbeat, it would have been hammering in his chest. He was so blind, and it wasn't letting up. The last time he'd been blind was on the night of his wedding. He had been mortal and weak then. Now his eyes could see in the dark. Now they were useless. Now he was trapped. Now he was going to die, again. The Vampire could feel his jaw rising and falling; his chest tightening over and over; his neck straining against the ground. He couldn't understand why, because he was incapable of that comprehension. He was screaming in silence, over and over, into the abyss.
It was too much for him. He had to get the ******** out right now, anywhere but this place. He had to free his arm. He had to escape. He brought the ax in his hand down on his other arm, where he felt whatever elastic substance was pinning him to the floor. He did so again, still screaming in silence. He drew on all of the strength he had left, calling his flesh to mend in what little way it could. Hardly at all. As it did, he threw all of his weight and strength upwards as hard as he could. It would get off him; it would throw him off. It was not strong enough to keep him fro-- he felt cold crack into his sternum, and fire slash into his belly. Pain pierced him entirely through his core as he bucked the monster from him, and he fell back to the ground. His panicked attempts to get up resulted in nothing. Nothing. As he felt the strength sap from hsi body and his already embattled perception blur, he realized with tragic disappointment that he was still in the same place... but he was free. Free, without the endurance to escape or the voice to surrender.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 10:26 pm
It called to her again and now she couldn't mistake the voice. She turned around, or at least thought she did, to come face to face with Him. Fenrir Graveheart. He stood before her wreathed in his electric blue energy, displaying the jagged, bleeding hole in his chest. Pain flared from her right hip and lower back as what felt like blood started to flow down her skin. "Look at you. You thought you were so strong, facing against me. But you used a coward's tactic to beat me," he hissed as lightening crackled around his arm. Liliana started backing away, her heart hammering in her chest. He couldn't be back! She saw him die! His thread burned! He couldn't be back! "Such a weak little b***h. I should have drowned you when I had the chance and saved everyone from putting up with you." Liliana felt her power tingling along her skin, even if she couldn't see it. She slammed into something behind her, a knob digging into her back. But it never registered in her mind. All her being was training on that lightning. "You say you know the future, remember? Well tell me. What's going to happen to you when I'm done with you?" As the figure stalked forward, lightning started to strike all around her. Her mind couldn't handle it. Her senses lost what little grip she had left on reality as she silently screamed into the abyss of her own mind. The connection to Kinetav got more powerful as the rest of her senses deserted her. He would be able to fully experience everything she was feeling from having to even look at the man she feared. Anyone who might be able to see through this cursed storm would see a shade on Liliana, trying to strangle her aura in an attempt to replace it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:41 pm
⇥| |⇤The Black Knife | Master | Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert | Anima | Dark Avenger
Strength= 8 (9 wielding Beyruun)| Speed= 10 ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙  [10/12]The abyss greeted Krayth as it always had, with cold and infinite indifference... except that this time, it did not phase him. It embraced him, and he embraced it in turn. He had no eyes with which to see, nor ears to hear or lungs to speak. He was a part of The Void, a piece of its eternal puzzle that was carved from flesh to fit into the mortal world.
[11/12] The familiarity of the thin soles of his boots passing from hewn stone to raw rock did not go overlooked. He was beyond the tower now, in the cavern. A cavern he knew intimately, like the scars on his chest, arms and legs. One and a half paces outside the tower's door, he was nearly ninety eight paces from the cavern's mouth, and directly to his right and down three feet -he knelt to be sure- there was...
[12/12] A cairn there, four stones high; the fourth a cracked and shaped piece of jade in the shape of a spearhead. As the tips of his empty fingers touched the cool stone, his vision opened into infinity. It was as it felt, not as it appeared. Even the maelstrom was simply a sign; an invisible mark on the world just like him. With that realization, he was no longer blind. He rose from his knee. Beyruun slithered up and through the right sleeve of his jacket, and fell right into his palm. He was complete... for now. Without the blinding darkness to hide him, he had no choice but to face the truth of tomorrow. Azur. Vincent. The future...
The black tongueless speech of his Master resonated inside of him as he watched the physical world's passions play through unlit shades of gray.
আমি কি জানেন যে আপনি ভয়, সন্তান.
That did not stop him. What froze him in his tracks was a fork in an otherwise open space... three directions; three events unfolding before him. He watched his people, Adellos, Vesyr, Yorda, Telara and every tribe laced arm in arm as they marched slowly, blindly through the maelstrom. It was peculiar, to see so many people who could not see nor hear. Their faces cocked erratically back forth, struggling to find some sensation with which to gauge their direction. All they had were each other, bound in form to keep them moving forward... Uskarr prowled ahead on his own, as blind as all the others but crawling on the balls of his feet and the palms of his hands, sword in hand.
To his left, he could see Liliana. She was grappling with a familiar shade, initially implacable but then its identity became unmistakable. The shadow in Triwinds. The icy blue eyes piercing the shadowless veil. They were one and the same. He could sense her once more; the fibers of her soul, and the desperate rabid fear that begun to eat into her. A fear he knew. A fear his Master confided to, in the blackest reaches of his being...
আপনি ভিনসেন্ট এর ভীত? আপনি প্লেগ উপস্থাপক এর ভীত?
That name locked him in place. The needle points of his MAster's wrods burrowed deep beneath the skin. From where he stood, he saw the others. Kinetav and... who? A sister in shadow, but no Nox'Sala of his... this was another whose hunger he could sense, but not like Kinetav's. The younger Anima rained blows upon the vampire, Dominic. The Vaapire who hacked at his own arm with Adellos' hatchet. As he watched, he reminded himself to answer his Master. Beyruun elongated into a slender curved blade; a scimitar of sleekest obsidian whose tip reached out, coveting the failing life force of the vampire.
"হ্যাঁ"
He could not say it more simply; more truthfully. He feared the Plague General more than any man who came before him. He would make Krayth an oath breaker, divide him form his Master, and doom him to a faithless undoing.... so it seemed, but The Black Shev'Axjrum betrayed his secret. His Master gave him love beyond measure, in the gift of the truth.
তিনি একটি হাতুড়ে ডাক্তার! তিনি মিথ্যা!
Krayth struggled to believe his ears, but his Master would never lead him astray. As his heart raced beenath his ribs, the black speech hissed onwards within him, তিনি কোন মাস্টার জানেন, কিন্তু আপনি তাকে দেখাতে হবে ... কি ভাগ্য অবিশ্বাসী জন্য কথা
The Void Lord was stunned within the maelstrom; mesmerized by the joy of confirmation. The solidarity of knowing... the promise of utter destruction. It had to be repaid. His Master was deserving of great sacrifices, and yet he had none... but his kin of shadow and strange parallel... The Omen had an offering, yet his hunger threatened to burn it for himself. The Void Lord reached him before it was too late. All-seeing and aware, he was a specter amongst the blind, moving and acting free of anyone's knowing. What a joyous freedom... and it empowered him to share a greater gift with Kinetav. Krayth sprinted, blessed with silent stride, to the place beside the bound Dark Avengers. The Void Lord grasped Edge's guiding arm at the wrist, and while the Anima might struggle his Lord's speechless words would fill that void with darkness.
"কি যেন তার আত্মাকে গ্রাস না..." Such a suggestion would seem preposterous by all counts to Kinetav. Krayth had been young before, like him... the hunger was so hard to resist... but here, he had the opportunity of showing true fealty to his Master. "আপনার হাত সঙ্গে তার জীবন পেষ করা." Dominic's worth as a mortal, a soldier, a loyal follower was no longer questioned. The answer was worthless. Krayth's true curiosity fell on Kinetav. Could he do it? Would the younger forgo the screams of his Exodus to pay homage to his matron? Could he, without his elder restraining Edge, with the expectation of a reward that would not come from such a weakling's demise? The Void Lord did not linger to see for himself. It was a test of faith meant only for one... while the other shadow stepped away through the endless void to be beside Liliana in her time of need.
As his arms encircled her in sudden embrace, his eyes stared fearlessly into those that were not real. Whether the ghost could hear or see him did not matter. Krayth offered it no words... he only took what it craved most. As Liliana was consumed by The Void, she would feel his face pressed alongside hers; his hand wrapped full around her waist, tight and unyielding. I see your fear as you see mine. Together, we shall never be blind. It was the closest thought to her as they plunged into the ice of the shadow world, and despite all of that darkness it was a light in the abyss.
[EXIT with Liliana - Andalusia, The Subterranean Capitol City]
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-Condition-
Uninjured
-Skills Used-
Call of The Void - 5/7 Posts
Shadow Step x2 - 40 Energy
SECOND SIGHT - Learned!
-Energy-
*520/2400
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:29 am
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
The time for hiding might just be over
But that doesn’t mean I’ll go crawling back to the Light
When the Darkness was what saved me first
Man always tries to justify his existence
Man always tries to justify his actions and wills
But does good intention clear them of guilt?
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”From the Shadow, we crawled out….”
*Kinetav's mind raced quickly as thoughts poured through his brain endlessly, screams of the souls inside of him melding with those of the Void telling him to kill the one in front of him, to destroy life...to torture the soul, to cast it into the abyss of the belly of the blade known as Edge. As he felt the creature underneath him try to retaliate once more, Edge connected perfectly and the man fell limp underneath him...much to the Exodus' and Anima's mixed feelings of disappointment and relief at the same time due to the sudden end of the glorious combat, the show he had put on for his matron. A slow dripping of blood continued from the fresh wound on his cheek, and the sensation of Krayth coming towards him was drowned out by the insanity within his mind. The hunger burned...the instinct to kill so strong, the relief so close at hand...Ba'Shev hungering for another sacrifice, and at the time it seemed to Kinetav a perfect and benevolent idea to offer it with the sacrifical dagger he held in his hand, not understanding the fact that it would destroy the offering to his Master.
He saw a man approaching him in his mind, wounds clear across his chest with a voice unnatural to that of anyone he ever saw. The Anima began to panic as well as the insanity destroying his reason, Edge screaming even more that the man underneath him needed to be finished to address this new potential threat. It came closer, speaking of coward's tactics and being a weak little b***h...talking of death and people putting up with him...NO, his mind screamed, I'm not weak! Behold what I have done to this man below me...His soul is ripe for the taking, a BEAUTIFUL sacrifice for my master! But the final mental voice made him realize that it wasn't the Anima this man was speaking to, and the memories of the souls speeding through his mind confirmed it...at last, he could deal with the issue underneath him, this defiler of Voidsworn land who spilled blood! His soul forever condemned to torture...
If sight was present in that chamber, one would've seen the blade drink in the light as it was raised up, and if sound was in that dark maelstrom, one would've heard a Hollow chuckle out of Kinetav as he began to bring Edge down onto the hapless, delicious soul in front of him... only to have his eyes widen in horror as a grip on his wrist kept him from his prize. For a second, the Anima thought in horror that perhaps some beast had managed to find him, but the grip was just too precise, too perfect...someone had to be able to see through this storm, and it was only then that Kinetav's black eyes softened as he heard his brother speak to him, the younger Anima's hand trembling in Krayth's grasp as the blackness started to drain out of his eyes and return to its normal red hue in combat. He heard the Void Lord's command clearly, and the shock of it rattled through his entire being....Not killing a man with Edge was utterly abnormal for the Anima, but Kinetav began to realize the truth...that killing with Edge was not considered a sacrifice to his master, the one who deserved a sacrifice for all of the marvelous, chaotic works around him.
Kinetav's mind was still groggy, the adrenaline rush draining out of him as his mind returned to a state of sanity and rational thinking. The Anima's hand was dropped by Krayth, and as he felt Krayth's presence fade away, so did the image of the man in front of him...and he was left to the darkness. Krayth was no longer there, the man who had issued the call...but there was still a sacrifice to be made. The proper way, the way that his brother asked him to make it. The chain connecting Edge to its Master's hand slackened, the blades hitting the floor with a soundless thud, lost in the blackness of the Void as Kinetav began to feel around the opponent's body with his bare hands. Kinetav's thankfulness to Krayth and Ba'Shev alike was unparalleled, the Master Voidsworn having granted him not only life earlier, but now the opportunity to give back to the one who gave them both their powers.
Blood coated the entirety of the Anima's hands quickly, feeling over the opponent's chest and the hole left in the soft flesh by his needle of darkness and Exodus. His hands felt the bones of the sternum, getting closer to the target before finally feeling the exposed and vulnerable neck of the opponent. With the Anima's hands in place, they tightened and a grunt of strength was lost to the Void as the Voidsworn strangled the man underneath him with all of his strength, an offering to the Void that he hoped would greatly please Ba'Shev and Krayth, although the latter was no longer around to witness the beautiful sacrifice for retribution of wounding a Voidsworn. Whether the first strike had been intentional or not, the second one certainly was, and deserved death, obliteration of the soul entirely to the Infinite Dark.
The mass of flesh underneath soon stopped its futile struggle, yielding to death. The Anima's red hue began to fade from his eyes back to tendrils of red, still upset at everything that had gone on, the taste of Krona's blood, his own blood, and the blood of the victim still fresh on the Exodus and therefore the Anima's own lips, in a manner of speaking. After being in the Void for so long, his mind began to get used to it as the souls in his mind began to calm down and the voices began to fade. He rolled off the corpse underneath him and to the side, and found his head rested on a soft cushion that was not his opponent. Kinetav breathed heavily, recovering from the temporary excitement and thrill of combat. For the moment, the Anima could rest, and he was tempted to follow Krayth out right then and there... but there was one more thing he needed to say and know, as this might be the only chance he had to speak to his matron for a while:*
"মাস্টার .... আপনি .... আপনি হয় আমার আত্মাহুতি করে ধন্যবাদ?"
(( Google translate blows. Essentially, Kinetav thanks Ba'Shev and asks if the sacrifice is pleasing to his matron. ))
”….and to the Shadow, we will return.”
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To the Infinite Dark I scream
An Oath that no man or immortal may break
I am permanently condemned in the first place
The “non-condemned” often beg, often scream, often lie
As Justice or just pure emotions finally catch them
But I always know if I take a truly pure soul in the end
Condition:
Wounded, gash in his left cheek
Skills Used:
Active Skills:
Shadow Manipulation/Transmutation: Krona's bandage
Cooldowns:
Vicious Wound: 2/7
Needle of Darkness: 1/4
Gauntlet Status:
Energy: 210 / 480
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 10:17 am
Other shadows were starting to show in her eyes just beyond Fenrir. Echoes of other dead souls whose blood were spilled by her hands. He was so close now and all she could do was scream. But as Fenrir reached out for her to finally gain his vengeance, she felt another's skin on her. A voice rang out in her mind, strong and pure. I see your fear as you see mine. Together, we shall never be blind. She recognized the voice. It was Krayth, come to help her. She remembered the feeling of being taken into the Void from before. As her mind was still trying to come down from what happened, she and Krayth winked out of existence here in the tower.
-exit with Krayth-
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 2:37 pm
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"What injustice have you committed?"
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Touch. It was soul touch that gave her the sight to mark beneath her. Ice bit her skin, color caressed it, shape guided its movements. Ice began to melt in blood, color began to mix with color, shape began to turned to meld to shape. ...soul to soul, mark to mark.
Insanity. It was insanity of a quality, that made her jealous; so pure, so raw, so untainted by logic. It was so unlike her own, which was only as pure as her emotions were strong, and which was dirtied by her logic, her own obsession with justice.
Violence. It was violence that was all consuming, and all inclusive, that knew no friend, or enemy. And she was sure that he she touched her hand to him, it would turn against her.
But even in, in one moment it was there, washing over her, nearly drowning her with its intensity, and in the next moment, it was gone, a flood of emotion evaporated into a tiny pool.
Another presence pressed against her conscious. A calm, commanding presence. Dark, foreboding, but not sinister. Her eyes could not see it, her ears could not hear it, her nose could not smell it, but her skin could feel it. Darkness flocked toward this presence, and seemed to bow, submit as though the presence held their command. And she could only assume that this presence she could only feel against her skin was Krayth, Master of the void, issuer of the call, the only man that bowed Kinetav's knee
And in the next moment she heard it, closer, more intimate: words strange tongue. Words that seemed to be formed of darkness itself, words that, though she did not understand made her limbs ache to obey, made the darkness within her tremble. Words that a held a power, a command that she did not know could be held over her.
And she feared it.
If simple words could make her crave to bend, what other things, what other secrets of the void, could bind her to slave to them? The thought of something more powerful stealing her freedom her, sent shivers coursing through her.
Kinetav. He would know. More intimate with shadow was he , and he could know the secrets concealed beneath its dark veil. She made note to ask him later to describe to her the shadow's laid bare. To ask what this strange language was that chained them, that tamed his bloody desires, and calmed her own.
Ice was nearly drowned in blood, colors were nearly mixed to new, Shape was nearly one with shape., when soul began to break, and mark began to fade. Ice evaporate. Color fade. Shape melt. The light of the soul guiding her senses began to dim. she could feel her fingers fall into darkness, as the light faded completely then went out...
Soul Break. Mark fade.
Mark fail.
The body beneath her fingers no longer held life.
She took deep breaths, not of of necessity, but out of need affirm. To need the sweet sensation of breath entering her nose, and sliding down her throat to swell her lungs, then rushing out excited. To feel her chest rise on fall in the beat of breath of life, to affirm that she was still something living, that her lack of sense was not an indication that she had become a ghost, an pale illusion of life, doomed to wonder the soulless depths of the void.
A sudden weight pressed against her body. For a moment she thought that the lifeless body has somehow rolled onto her. Disgust filled her, as she scrambled to shove it off her.
But as her fingers brushed against, strands of hair. She felt the wind and warmth of life against her skin, heaving and burning. She felt the icy smoothness of armor, the soft silk of hair. The body against her held too much warmth and movement to be dead. And it could be only one person, the only person who presence she could feel.
Kinetav.
Her instinctive thought was relief in the fact that he was alive comfort in the warmth against her legs. Her logical thought was that he needed to get off her legs, and she found the pressure of him against her not pleasant but irritating.
Krona did not like being touched. At all, by Kinetav or anyone else.
And she hoped that the man was not falling unconscious, that he still held the coherence to move independently. Instinct spilled its thoughts again saying she could simply carry him. Logic rebutted, stating it would be best to leave him, let him fend for himself, and save herself. But to do so would be an injustice of a high caliber, like slaying a pure soul (though, she was fairly sure Kinetav's soul was not at all pure.) and it made her stomach crawl with disgust. But the thought of having to carry a full-grown man through the shadows around her, blind, deaf, mute, was also unappealing. No doubt Kinetav would be unpleasant to carry, with him being several inches taller than her, and , likely, more than a few pounds heavier.
But no verdict could be passed till the man's next action. And it came in the next moment. She heard words, soft, tired, laced with something tender, in the strange, dark tongue. Then he was silent. The faint, steady rise and fall of his chest against her back told her that he was still conscious.
Instinct itched to ask him if he was alright. logic held her tongue, reminded her that she was mute.
So she lay conflicted within, not knowing what next action to take. Were they to just lie there, waiting? Waiting, for what? For the darkness to fade? For death to come? For the command of that compelling tongue?
She would not wait for such things. She would not lie and let chance o as it wished. She would seize control of the situation in which she had felt helpless.
But how? She had no sense but touch, no weapon but the blood beating through her veins, which she needed her vision to wield. She was lost in an echoing foreign maelstrom. There was only one option now. Without eye, or nose or ear, marching forward direction-less, witless seemed foolish. For all she knew they were marching towards the edge of a cliff, and would only know when the ground was no longer beneath them, and they were falling through black abyss to the nothingness that was the death of a Dark Avenger.
She'd be damned if she let that happen.
Then what could she do. She searched her tired mind for an answer, shifting through past experiences - there were none like the presence - ?,--, skills....Skills.
Shadowstep.
THe word surfaced to her mind. THey were surrounded, nearly consumed by shadow. It was an obvious move. Why had she not thought of it first? They simply had to step out.
But even that seemed illogical. Shadow-step to where? Through what? She knew nothing of the darkness around her; she could shadow-stepping into a lair of death. But it was that, or wait for whatever would claim her...them.
She would take her chances with controlling her own fate...and...Kinetav's?
She frowned, should she take him?
Yes, was the answer that immediately came to mind.
No, came later.
He will be a burden. Imagine trying to carry him through the darkness. He will only impede you.
With a breath, she reached out an grasped Kinetav's arm. It made no sense to leave him here...and it would be unjust to do so. She called the shadow to her. Around her, it pressed close, rubbing against her skin, like a charmed cat. In her mind she pictured it; the Devil's Eye Desert, where they had just come from. She pictured the gleaming glass done of the tavern, the whipping sands, the dust covered buildings silhouette against eh clear desert sky.
With a bit of effort she dragged him closer, and not very gently - exacting a bit of revenge for him jerking her around earlier - and curled her arm around his chest best she could. If he complained, well, they would fall on literally deaf ears.
And with a last breath, stepped through the shadow.
It was the same as the previous times. There was the strange sensation of dropping, and then moving forward. She could see nothing move around, but she felt her body moving forward of its own accord, as propelled by an unseen force.
It was somehow comforting, moving through the darkness. This darkness was familiar, life an old friend, unlike the stranger foreign darkness in the maelstrom. It eased the nerves she did not know were wound tight.
Kinetav was not as heavy as she thought he would be, but she suspected that was some trick of the shadows. It defied logic for him to be as light as he seemed.
For a few moments they traveled within the darkness. Then came the sensation of being lifted. Light parted and penetrated the darkness. She felt sand on her foot; they had risen in the shadow cast by a dark building.
And now that they were out from the maelstrom....Kinetav was damn heavy.
"Dammit, make some effort to rise yourself" She hissed.
Then, she blinked. She had said it out loud.
"I can talk again!" She exclaimed, freezing in her surprise.
In her mind she rejoiced. She never knew talking could feel so good. Her insides bubbled with relief as she helped Kinetav from the shadow and onto solid ground.
Black Blood
Dark Avenger
Self-Proclaimed Harbringer of Justice
Alligence to Self
Creator lend me...
The Energy 300
The Strength 6
The Speed 7
To Deliver Swift Justice
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"Is that not Just?"
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It is not what you are, but that you have done
Justice is absolute, and it's deliverance knows no limit
Judgment is swift, and irrevocable
No mercy for the unjust; Death is the only redemption
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 6:43 pm
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
The time for hiding might just be over
But that doesn’t mean I’ll go crawling back to the Light
When the Darkness was what saved me first
Man always tries to justify his existence
Man always tries to justify his actions and wills
But does good intention clear them of guilt?
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”From the Shadow, we crawled out….”
*Kinetav lay silently in the darkness of his Matron, waiting for a response as he allowed his body and mind the rest it deserved after such a sacrifice to Ba'Shev. He closed his eyes in the darkness, the wound on his left cheek no longer dripping blood as his fluids had coagulated and sealed it tight. There was still that metallic taste...it was as if it'd never go away, a small pool of blood gathering in the back of his throat, the taste of the kill still sweet to his lips although the soul was gone forever, never to tell him its secrets. The screams of the darkness around him had become almost a sweet symphony to the Voidsworn, continued to indirectly tell him that he would always have the Shadow on his side, as long as he was faithful and made proper tribute as he had just done.
A grasp on his arm made him jump yet again, and he felt himself being fulled into a kind of warm embrace before feeling of cold, yet comforting familiar shadow flowing over his body. An unheard sigh of relief come from him as he willingly melted away into the Void. Seconds seemed like minutes to the Anima, and the darkness around him seemed to increase in light, in an odd way. Kinetav was becoming puzzled, his mind lost in confusion and his eyes closing tightly until he finally heard Krona's voice and his eyes popped open after a sharp breath:*
"Kro---"
*The pool of blood in his throat drew out a hacking cough from Kinetav, his body lurching forward and blood spilling onto the ground in front of him as he was pulled from the shadow and landed on all fours in the cool sand. For a few seconds, Kinetav chuckled, quite happy that he did not find himself in the unwelcome sight of the Citadel or even back in the Sky Basin for the whole world to see his new flesh wound. It'd be a tough story to even tell Liliana about when she saw how wounded...Then it hit the Anima's mind...Krona, Liliana....Find Liliana! Heal them both, as soon as possible! His hand darted to his left cheek, feeling the fresh wound across it, yet his blood stained hands only helped cover his cheek in even more in blood as the Anima slowly lifted himself to his feet. The Exodus continued to bind the two Voidsworn together, Kinetav still gathering in his surroundings as he called back out:*
"Krona? Are you alright? Where are we?"
”….and to the Shadow, we will return.”
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To the Infinite Dark I scream
An Oath that no man or immortal may break
I am permanently condemned in the first place
The “non-condemned” often beg, often scream, often lie
As Justice or just pure emotions finally catch them
But I always know if I take a truly pure soul in the end
Condition:
Wounded, gash in his cheek
Skills Used:
Active Skills
Shadow Manipulation/Transmutation: Krona's Bandage 3/5
Cooldowns:
Vicious Wound: 3/7
Needle of Darkness: 2/4
Gauntlet Status:
Not wearing them
Energy: 210 / 480
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 11:35 pm
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"What injustice have you committed?"
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The light of the desert sun blocked from where they stood by the wall behind them, sneaked enough light past the shadow to illuminate Kinetav. Krona's eyes widened when she saw the condition he was in , his dark skin, stained even darker with the crimson of blood, it created a second skin on his hand, stained his cheek and clothes. When he tried to say her name he hacked, painted the desert sand crimson his life-liquid. And only then, looking on the bloody canvas of his skin, did she notice the blood still staining her own hands and arms. His mixed with hers, two lives mixed and sliding in trails of red to stain her hands. "Holy..." She remarked. Was he bleeding to death? There was certainly enough blood for it to be true, and she hoped not. She opened her mouth to respond, but he shouted over her, making her wince with disdain at the force of his voice "I'm standing right next to you. You don't need to shout." she snapped, jerking the chain. She could not have her only steady source of information dying of blood loss. Krona reached into her clock, and groped among the pockets that lined the inside. Most were held closed by button or zipper, so her belongings were safe. From one, she pulled two rolls of white bandage, and a small roll of tape. If only I had water...but this will have to do for now. "Turn your face here...and hold still" She used a portion of one to wipe away the blood on his face. Her fingers were unaccustomed to being gentle, so her touch was rough on his cheek. Her brows furrowed with concentration, her eyes burning into the white square that slowly soaking up the crimson painting his face. When his face was moderately clean, she tore a fresh square, and pressed it over the over the cut with unnecessary force, and securing it with the tape. Without a word for permission she took his hand and inspected it for injury; there was none. "His blood." she stated. She was silent then, simply pressing portion into his hands, "Clean it off with this." She closed his fingers over the cloth and dropped her hand. Her eyes wandered then, to the darkening sands about them, to the maelstrom mere feet away, still a swirling black abyss of foreboding consuming the light and staining the air with shadow. Her mind flashed to the memories of just moments before, if the smothering black consuming her senses, her sanity. She feared. The fear that she thought she knew no more, was introduced to her again as she gazed and the black whirlpool of darkness. The just created memories swirled, not as impressed image or nostalgic smell, as most memories, but as a collection of emotion and sensation, a blind memory she could feel, against her skin. And suddenly she remembered.... Her head jerked back to Kinetav. Suddenly her eyes, mostly neutral, but tinged with worry before, were hard. Violet had stepped into them, and her voice froze "Why did you kill the man in the void?" Black Blood
Dark Avenger
Self-Proclaimed Harbringer of Justice
Alligence to Self
Creator lend me...
The Energy 300
The Strength 6
The Speed 7
To Deliver Swift Justice
☼☻↓∞†
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"Is that not Just?"
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It is not what you are, but that you have done
Justice is absolute, and it's deliverance knows no limit
Judgment is swift, and irrevocable
No mercy for the unjust; Death is the only redemption
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 12:51 am
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
The time for hiding might just be over
But that doesn’t mean I’ll go crawling back to the Light
When the Darkness was what saved me first
Man always tries to justify his existence
Man always tries to justify his actions and wills
But does good intention clear them of guilt?
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”From the Shadow, we crawled out….”
*Kinetav's eyes widened again as Edge's chain was jerked, drawing his body, face, and attention towards Krona as she appeared to be next to unscathed from the Maelstrom itself. As the Anima turned his face at Krona's request, he felt a cold, damp cloth pressed tightly against his face...Was she aiding him, with edges of worry in her tone and actions? This Voidsworn sister of his was tough to figure out as to her real emotions, hidden under coldness and "rationality", Kinetav thought to himself as his hand was grasped tightly and inspected for wounds before another cloth was placed in it.
The Anima grinned a little and began to wash off his hands, but there was just so much blood...as Krona's eyes wandered into the shadow, Kinetav's eyes wandered to Krona's arm, where Edge connected them together. The shadowy bandage seemed to be holding well, keeping whatever wound the Black Blood might have hopefully to a minmum, if it was as painful as the injury that he had taken. Krona's eyes seemed to have a certain fear in them as the Voidsworn looked back into the darkness, but Kinetav could not place it.
Krona's eyes suddenly changed along with her tone, and just like that, the old Krona was back. Kinetav sighed a little as she asked her question, and began to wonder if there might be two half souls within the Black blood as well; one to be cold, rational, and calculating and the other to be friendly, worried, and fearful. The Anima looked Krona dead in the eyes as he gave her an answer, a half truth and a "hunch" in a hurried pace to hide the fact that he was enraged at tasting Krona's blood and feeling her wound:*
"It's simple, really. He spilled Voidsworn blood in the presence of my Matron. Besides, from the way he died so easily and put up such a horrible fight, I bet it was that vampire Dominic. I did us all a favor and probably saved us from a Vampire's bite...His soul's been put to great use now, although I guess you could say it no longer exists..."
*A small, barely audible crack was heard as Edge's black chains shattered like a mirror, both blades losing their chains and the Exodus' twin blade disappearing altogether into darkness. The real Exodus, a total of two feet at the time, disappeared into the one foot sheathe as it reverted back to its natural dagger form. The next words held no remorse, or any form of pity as they came from Kinetav's mouth:*
"Because I sacrificed him to my Matron. You would have done just the same if you were in my position."
”….and to the Shadow, we will return.”
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To the Infinite Dark I scream
An Oath that no man or immortal may break
I am permanently condemned in the first place
The “non-condemned” often beg, often scream, often lie
As Justice or just pure emotions finally catch them
But I always know if I take a truly pure soul in the end
Condition:
Wounded, gash on left cheek
Skills Used:
Active Skills
Shadow Manipulation/Transmutation: Krona's Bandage 4/5
Cooldowns:
Needle of Darkness: 3/4
Vicious Wound: 4/7
Gauntlet Status:
Not wearing them
Energy: 210 / 480
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 2:01 pm
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"What injustice have you committed?"
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With her eyes tinged with the violet of judgment, and her lips set into a soul-less line, Krona waited for Kinetav's response. But within she coiled with apprehension. Were his reasons for taking the life of another just? Or was he driven by self-fish desires for the pleasure of a kill or for the fulfillment of a personal vengeance? Had his insanity been lit by pure white flame, or tainted blue? Would she be forced to destroy her only vessel for information? And if so how? She could not smite him with death's hammer; he was a void sworn. To mark him for justice would be to mark herself for death. To redeem his soul would be to devour her own. She held his gaze steady when it locked onto his. Her eyes searched his for deception; for the flash of guilt that indicated a lie. But his eyes, only head the steady color of truth as he spoke, words that had her conflicted. Dominic. The disgusting bloodsucker whose blood deserved to be killed, the b*****d that had dared to spill her blood. She had no qualms with him being dead...other than a bit of disappointment. She had fantasized about doing it herself, about how to kill him, about how loud he would scream on his last breath, about what things he would say as he writhed in the agony of his last moments of life. But though Dominic deserved to die...it was the reason that he was killed that mattered. And that was confusing Krona. Spilling void-sworn blood, in the presence of a matron...a valid reason? It seemed like one. It sounded as though he'd killed him, for attacking them...was that what he was saying? But who was this matron...and what did he mean, his soul no longer existed? Was it consumed by the void? Was it... Her thoughts were interrupted. Edge was shattering, changing. She snatched her arm back pressed it close to her, hugging it, as thought it was a lost child returned. Krona's eyes flashed briefly to the blade, the violet in her eyes darkening with her interest, and then back to Kinetav's eyes, in the time of a blink. Her mind, which now unlock the chest of memories and was occupied going through them, found an image, a sensation, a foreboding, a word; that of her in Kinetav's arms, blade over her, of a second pair of eyes burning into her, of the sense of another presence, coming from the blade, of spoken words that gave it a name, a life, a conscious. She still did not know the truth behind this weapon that Kinetav held so dearly, spoke of so tenderly, protected so fiercely She did not know many things. A sacrifice? His matron? She mentioned she would have done the same...so did she have a matron. "A...sacrifice? To whom? Who is this matron...and what did he do with Dominic's soul?...Too bad about him...would have loved to have killed him myself." Her voice tinged with disappointment, an dher eyes flashed with violence. Black Blood
Dark Avenger
Self-Proclaimed Harbringer of Justice
Alligence to Self
Creator lend me...
The Energy 300
The Strength 6
The Speed 7
To Deliver Swift Justice
☼☻↓∞†
╔══════════╗
"Is that not Just?"
╚══════════╝
It is not what you are, but that you have done
Justice is absolute, and it's deliverance knows no limit
Judgment is swift, and irrevocable
No mercy for the unjust; Death is the only redemption
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 4:06 pm
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
The time for hiding might just be over
But that doesn’t mean I’ll go crawling back to the Light
When the Darkness was what saved me first
Man always tries to justify his existence
Man always tries to justify his actions and wills
But does good intention clear them of guilt?
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”From the Shadow, we crawled out….”
*He chuckled inwardly at the sight of Krona's eyes inspecting him, always judging, always somewhat conflicted about the Anima in her mind, without a doubt as she was so full of mood swings around him. As Edge fractured, Krona drew her arm in tightly, almost as if the Exodus itself had bitten her instead of that hatchet's blade, the weapon still lost within the Maelstrom and no doubt covered in Voidsworn Blood. The Anima, or more precisely, the Anima's Exodus, did not fail to pick up Krona's brief glimpse at the blade before her eyes returned to Kinetav's, and the reaction made both of them chuckle out loud as the Anima put out a soothing reassurance:*
"I promise you, Edge doesn't bite unless I tell him to. Although...with the evolution that's been going on around you and the madness you just witness, I wouldn't be surprised if I have to keep both myself and him under further control. I will have to look into the matter as soon as I can."
*Krona's next questions puzzled him as the Anima's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and his own mind started flooding with questions. The Black Blood would have loved to kill him herself...but asked a reason out of Kinetav for his actions? Even that in itself seemed unlogical, but it didn't matter now. Fate had granted him a sacrifice for Ba'Shev...and it was beginning to dawn on Kinetav that the Void didn't care about justice, or personal reasons, or anything else for that matter....it wanted blood, and souls, and flesh...and Kinetav was going to give it to Ba'Shev in all of his endeavors.
Conflict began to swirl inside of his own mind, remembering what everyone called him and how they believed it with their own minds...Why should he hide? Why should he deny that which he possibly was? A monster...a Soul Eater...a man who devoured souls and tortured them for as long as he lived, drawing memories from them and able to use them to his will. It was his power, his greatest strength and yet his greatest flaw all at once, a power that he could use in any way he wished to better the Void, his race's notoriety, the Devil's Eye Desert, and all of his friends around him as long as he got that beautiful killshot. It was such a thrill, always had been...the way he felt the soul from his opponents flow into his Exodus or now into the Void itself, either way tortured or just plain blotted out from existance. Even Krona might hate him for that, or perhaps the Black Blood herself was just envious that he got the kill...which meant that she might hate him even more if she stuck around long enough to know what his true power was. The Anima began to question his own sanity, his old way of life, and beginning to realize he had a chance to start a new one, here in the Desert, and forget what everyone else thought about him. The people here already knew what he was, after all....a Soul Eater.
A grin edged its way onto Kinetav's face, and two pairs of eyes settled on Krona as the Anima turned his whole body towards her and Edge's gaze continued to scan her up and down. Kinetav's stance seemed to have a new confidence to it, almost as if an epiphany had come then and there. Her words spoke of a want to kill...a beautiful thirst in her disappointment, that the soul that escaped the flesh back in that Maesltrom wasn't aided by her own hands. A thirst that Kinetav wanted to draw out, to pinpoint, to help rationalize his own desires and tell himself that he wasn't the only one to have such thirsts. His mouth opened again, and from it spilled forth that Hollow voice as he answered Krona's question, and then launched a barrage of his own assuming inquiries:*
"Does it matter what Ba'Shev did with Dominic's soul? Even if she claimed it, like I often do, even if that person's soul is tortured instead of erased...even if the soul lingered here in the Maelstrom, just as blind and devastated as he was physically...Does that matter to you? You wanted it, didn't you....you felt it, that desire to kill, to feel that whip of yours tear the flesh and let loose the soul by your own strength and willpower."
”….and to the Shadow, we will return.”
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To the Infinite Dark I scream
An Oath that no man or immortal may break
I am permanently condemned in the first place
The “non-condemned” often beg, often scream, often lie
As Justice or just pure emotions finally catch them
But I always know if I take a truly pure soul in the end
Condition:
Wounded, gash in cheek
Skills Used:
Active Skills
Cooldowns:
Needle of Darkness: 4/4
Vicious Wound: 5/7
Gauntlet Status:
Not wearing them
Energy: 210 / 480
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 12:40 pm
There were two forces now, though most of them were bound together as one. Adellos, Vesyr, Yorda and Telara, coupled with all those who stood beside them, were the blind. Those that continued to push into the maelstrom from the confines of the tunnel were not, but row after row they did become like the others. They struggled through the Maelstrom; and Adellos could feel webbed strain on his shoulders as wilders who were not connected directly to him but were close fell, stumbled or straggled. Not many did, but the few were enough. Others stumbled on them; over them; onto them. Soon, despite their best efforts, some of the blind tribes became embattled by their own confusion. Unheard words and sounds of struggled were met with unseen acts of unity; hoisting the fallen to their feet (after feeling them with their feet), halting the group from proceeding until those missing links were mended... all the while Adellos could feel Telara and Vesyr's contrasting arms laced with his, while his nose attempted to reach out through the dark once more... and he found blood. So much blood.
With a silent growl the Were-Jackal bared its invisible fangs, and tightened the cords of hits arms. He pulled ahead slowly, his footing deliberate and pushing only enough that the others would recognize his intention to guide. Guide he did, through the abyss, until his feet slipped on the coppery stinking slickness of the ground. He was kept from falling by the strength of the others, but he fought to free his arms. As he did, he quickly grabbed Vesyr and Telara's newly freed hands in his, and pulled them down to the ground...
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Those tribes yet to enter the maelstrom had their backs turned and were several yards ahead of the Dark Avengers' darker point of arrival. Their conversation fell on largely deaf and distracted ears. Only those who were not linked to the others; wilders who struggled with the shame of dishonor and the fear of the unknown, really gave pause. Even then, they did not linger; they moved to escape the tunnel as quickly as possible - and then clambered back away from its mouth, towards the mob.
Krayth and Liliana were visible there, running back into the tunnel hand in hand.
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