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 Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 8:51 pm
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numineIN THE END ` JUST LIKE SOLDIERS ♕》*WE MARCH ON!
bad apple
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n×◞KING ⊰OF ( KEVAI ) *⇣EMPEROR OF ♕ARAMIL !
by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:CHAMPION OF ANTONY
On promise? No, perhaps he could not give that. He could say the words but they would not hold true. And if he really would stick to that bargain, then it would only be a true sign of his malicious change; Soren would not live long after the day that West grew tired of him. Sadly enough, just a little while ago he would've screamed "yes!" and eagerly went along. But that was back when he still believed that love was the sort of thing that he could even experience. In his newer state, there was only an inevitable climb towards the high cliffs to where he could look down and see his infinite Empire. It was an ambition more real and of more purpose than love. It was a binding thought that chained him to where he was and prevented him from these simple pursuits that made him the demon that he was. It was a prospect that would soon drag him home to Aramil from his stay in the far north.
"We all break promises," he said. "Do you really trust me so much to uphold this one?" He lowered his hands, sent them roaming downwards of Soren's face. His fingers trailed over his chest, though it was heavily covered to the point where perhaps the touch meant nothing. He then had his fingers loom over his waist, and he skimmed over his hips. "Perhaps you expect me to break it. Perhaps you only desire the promise so that you may maintain your pride. You want me, but don't want to admit it. You're torn between lust and self-image. You would prefer to have both needs accommodated, but that is too good to be true." He pulled Soren in, through the door. They were cast aside from the cold and they would both feel the warm air of a fire beside them, and walls poorly lit. It was a room, but not one familiar to either of them. It was just a place where West desired to be, and he found his mind stretching from north to south to find it. Perhaps just a random motel that didn't expect or desire their patronage.
"I want to tell you something. I don't mean to direct the focus too much on my person but I think the story would be interesting to narrate. It's very uncomfortably related to the situation we have before us right now." Before that, he wanted to relax. He removed himself of the heavy clothing, as it was all unnecessary. The stale, cold air fell along with the fabric to the floor as he stood with only a tank-top and a thin pair of trousers, and his natural state. The man stepped over to a table beside the bed, and spotted a small bottle of wine in the first drawer within. He smiled slightly, and thought: maybe this isn't a hotel room at all, but someone's living space, in their home. Not even abandoned. What an adventure.
He took a seat on the silk-covered bed, and gestured for Soren to sit beside him. He looked up towards the ceiling and fell back against the sheets, laying down. "I had a lover once. Not a false one that came and went with passing, but a real one. He was my first, when I was only sixteen. His name was Jonathon Leislex." He'd been thinking of him a lot lately. He realized that he had never really told anyone this story, either. He never had a proper chance to present it. Perhaps the time was now. "I didn't come to love him through choice. Initially I intended to use him to learn more about myself, my sexuality, my desires. And, simple things like the game of courtship. Push and pull away. That sort of thing." He remembered that time so fondly, not because it was more enjoyable than now, but because it was more pure. Perhaps pretentiously, he afforded himself no joy while he continued to regard himself with such a darkened light. Back then, he was not necessarily good, but not evil either. He was only curious, and learning about the world. It was always better to be young and inexperienced than old and wise.
"I came to love him very dearly because I realized something about him that others did not. Perhaps it was a part of my natural talent that I'd always had; to see things in others that could not be seen with plain sight, not with clairvoyance or glass eyes. This talent eventually became complete when I managed to snag Pride. When I was younger, it was only budding." He refrained from saying what that thing about him -- what made him unique -- was, at least until it became necessary. He only remembered regarding it very highly. "He was an incredibly kind fellow. He really loved me for who I was. He understood me. He would've never left my side. And at some point I really did make that promise with the intention to keep it; the one about allowing only one person to ever share a bed with me. I was loyal." He recalled that thought with a smile, one evident on his face.
"I remained true to my promise of faithfulness until the day inevitably came where he left the world. Not of war or illness, not of a stray arrow or some other silly mistake. He died because in the act, I lost myself to the demon and ******** his lights out until his blood ran and his body collapsed. It wasn't on purpose you see, except it sort of was. I didn't have control and yet I did. I loved him and yet I didn't care. It's not that I have two conflicting personalities or some bullshit like that. It's just that in truth I've always been one to choose myself over another. I see that very clearly now." He rose, and his head pressed over Soren's shoulder. He wasn't sure, even now, why Jonathon had to die. Why he had lost himself so thoroughly back then. It wasn't a subconscious desire to release himself from that binding. Instead it was perhaps something far more sinister, something in him that was designed by the Gods above and below. He realized what it might be just now, as he gazed upon Soren, the man who rejected his flesh.
"He was a Nephilim, Soren," said West. "I didn't know what was off about him, only that there was something. I didn't know all the way until I asked his mother, and she admitted to having shamed herself by laying with another man: one not his father. An angel. A creature of high esteem. Even then I didn't understand why I might've lost control, I only wondered why one of such empowered blood would fall victim to something as simple as an advance. Now, though..." He smoothed over to move behind Soren, and pulled the man onto the bed, seating him on his lap. "I see. You're the same as him, I can tell. More clearly than ever. And that's why I've been seeking you and regarding you as more than just a human boy. And that's why I've desired you more than anyone else in a very long time. You even look much like how he would've if he had ever made it to manhood. A spitting image. Though there's something about you that makes you distinct." His hands once again fell down to his hips, and this time he wouldn't see so much heavy baggage blocking flesh from flesh. He reached into his attire and caressed the man's skin as gently and skillfully as he could.
"You trust me as much as I trust me. That will keep you alive."
In the end, West found himself wondering whether or not all of this meant anything at all. Whether he considered Soren as a holy grail or a bag of meat. He did not know anything more than what his body told him. And right now, it whispered one thing, softly: find out.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 10:03 pm
“You’re wrong.” The words were spoken softly. They were not forceful or indignant. They simply were because they were the truth. “What image do I have? Just mine. To whom does that image matter? Just me. I am content with who I am. It is because of that reason I can be confident in who I will one day become. I’m neither torn between lust and virtue nor in denial of either. I have accepted the truth of where and who we both are.” Soren caught West’s hand as it trailed over his face. He pressed into it.
“I trust you to do one thing, West. Be yourself. Whoever that is and that man, that being, who you are? Won’t be tied down by the likes of me. Do I desire you? You and I both know the answer to that question. Even were you to speak the words, the truth of them would be in your eyes.” He released the man’s hand allowing him to continue their exploration. When they stepped through the door and into the room Soren appreciated the warmth. As with West be removed the layers of clothing that were unnecessary. He folded them carefully positioning them so that they would be ready for wherever this road would lead him next.
He obliged the other man joining him on the silken sheets. Soren did stop to wonder exactly where all of this was going to lead. He could make one very obvious conclusion. The question remained, with West, would that be the end they reached? The sheets rubbed against the bare skin of his legs and arms as he came to rest near the taller man. That was one thing he noticed hadn’t changed about West even though his appearance had, his height. He still towered over everyone Soren had met.
Quietly he listened to the Incubus tell his tale of love and betrayal. He listened to him speak of a time when he’d been more hopeful and far more pure. When the other man called him a Nephilim however…that struck Soren as completely absurd. The Nephilim were the angelic descendants of those who served the holy gods. Soren neither felt like a Nephilim nor had he ever encountered one. He’d only ever heard stories. When West had concluded his story and sat embracing Soren, his arms wrapped around his body, his strong hands caressing the crest of Soren’s hips, the young man felt tremors ripple across his flesh. A tingling sensation danced over his spine and he instinctively leaned into the warmth of another body pressed against his own.
There was nothing but silence between them for several minutes as Soren took in all that West had said. When he spoke, he shifted away from West rotating on the bed so that he faced him.
“You’re a demon.” He searched the planes of West’s face. It was a statement of fact. Nothing more. “You’re saying that I am the son of an angel and a human?” He remembered both of his parents. He remember their faces. If what West was telling him now was the truth then that would mean the man he believed to be his father or perhaps even his mother, they hadn’t been the people he’d thought they were. The question remained, if he was the son of an angel and a human…which angel had contributed to his birth? That would be a question to be answered in due time.
“So where does that leave us?” Where indeed? Only time would tell where things went between Soren and West and she did not give up her secrets easily.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 10:43 pm
nu███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████
numineIN THE END ` JUST LIKE SOLDIERS ♕》*WE MARCH ON!
bad apple
xxx
n×◞KING ⊰OF ( KEVAI ) *⇣EMPEROR OF ♕ARAMIL !
by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:CHAMPION OF ANTONY
He said he was wrong. The man rejected the thought, and shook his head. Sometimes it took more than yourself to see what you were. It took divine intervention on West's part in order for him to finally begin the type of person he willed to be. While not exactly divine, West did intervene, and he saw Soren vastly different than the man he believed he was. He saw a Nephilim, one of some purity but also of lust and need. With all that in mind he was only the perfect specimen for West's desires, one that he had been waiting to find for a very long time. He did not seek to exploit him. He only sought to have another chance at what could've been such a long time ago, back before everything collapsed around him.
As the man accepted his embrace, their bodies drawing close enough that only fabric kept them apart, the man closed his eyes and breathed over his shoulder as his arms massaged the mage's muscles, his flesh. It was an attempt to be tender for the time it lasted, before Soren turned to see him eye-to-eye. "I don't know who that man is beneath the skin," he said. "West. A base animal, he must be. But he tries to be different than his nature in order to survive in a world that plays at civility. Perhaps he would best enjoy a land where anarchy and strength reign. Perhaps he's just a man who wants things back to the way they were. For once though, there's a unanimous consensus between me and thee that I want you. That's all I care about at the moment."
As Soren faced him, the man brought himself closer, his lips making contact with the man's cheek. And then, they made contact with his lips, and he pleaded entry so that he may act as he desired. Soren's identity was a revealing truth to both of them but one that was a truth nonetheless. The man did not care for whether or not the boy believed it. All that mattered was the value that was placed in Soren because of it. For once in a very long time he felt the same spark that he once had, one he recalled as undying, the greatest treasure that he had ever lost.
He knew, too, that Soren was indeed not Jonathon. He was not the man that he would come to be, he was an entirely different person with his own heart and mind. And he enjoyed that, entirely. He enjoyed the mistrust and the constant debate, the forward and retract that he faced with him. It felt as pure and gentle as anything ever had. He would cherish it. "It leaves us where we choose," he replied, though rather lately. "The animosity between angels and demons is of no concern to me. I'm not an ancient and infallible monster like they are. I'm just a man who judges as he perceives. And you are the same. I expect you to be the same, regardless of who ******** who to conceive you." That was all he deigned to say, other than one last thing, a promise that he would make though one the cynical side of him felt he might regret. As great a part of him that loved adventure also wanted to finally find a person to settle in. Those two halves battled within him for a very long time, his entire life, becoming the driving forces that split him.
Whether this choice was a victory or only another phase of his inner conflict was unknown to him at the moment.
"I will lay with only you, Soren," he said. "Until the day you die." His hand dipped into the man's shirt, and grasped at his form. He grasped as his abdomen, one that was smooth for the lack of turbulence it had faced. Then his pectoral, as soft as the rest of his skin. He hadn't fallen, but he did enjoy the man and all that he carried with him; he could come to cherish it greatly in time.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 5:34 am
Soren listened to the words that came out of West’s mouth. He listened to what he had to say. More than that though he watched him. He watched the way he moved. He watched the intensity that settled itself in West’s face. West was a man who had mastered the art of Seduction. Soren knew full well that the demon of desire that sat in front of him was capable of reading and playing people like a composer strummed together a masterful symphony. With that knowledge it was difficult to act on what he felt. His head and his heart were in complete disagreement.
His head was telling him that all of this was an act. His mind was firmly convinced that all the words that were coming out of West’s mouth were a carefully constructed lie formed only to please himself. His heart was whispering though…
…what if it wasn’t?
And then West was kissing him. At first Soren was still. He wasn’t stiff or repulsed he was simply unsure. Intimacy, romance, these were things completely foreign to the mage in practice. He knew them as abstract concepts that had never once actually touched his life. A chaste man as he was, Soren had only ever observed such things from afar. As West’s mouth pressed against his own though he was completely bereft of any inclining as to what to do. So he simply went with what he felt. He reciprocated the kiss. I wasn’t exactly the kind of kiss one would read about in a steamy romance novel. It wasn’t the kiss that became a fierce embrace of passion resultant of so much bottled up tension. No, it was soft and hesitant. It was the kiss of a man who didn’t trust what he was feeling in the slightest but chose to wade into the murky waters of uncertainty nonetheless.
“Choices. Isn’t that always what it comes down to?” He gave West a small smile and a quirk of his head. What they chose to be and where they chose to go from here would have many consequences down the road no doubt. When the time came those consequences would be dealt with. For now? Soren judged West to be who he was fully knowing that he was a man, a demon, who perceived the world in a very different light than himself.
Soren’s eyes widened slightly at the vocalization of the promise he’d required from West. He hadn’t really expected West to give it if he was going to be entirely honest. Nevertheless when the promise was made it brought a blush to the young man’s face.
“Until I die, then.” He had to wonder…how long before that time came? But then it didn’t matter. He was lost in the sensation of his body being touched by the other man. A slight shiver went through Soren. Every caress was strange, every press of fingers to his muscles was new. He had never experienced something like this and though he wanted to hold back to show that he wasn’t a complete and total novice to the ways of pleasure and ecstasy of the body, there simply was no hiding it. He slid closer to West until he was practically seated in the man’s lap. With unsteady hands he found the hem of the demon’s shirt then slid beneath them feeling the supple skin beneath the thin garment. He trailed his fingers over the ridges of the man’s stomach before sliding his hands to West’s back wrapping his arms around his abdomen. With a sigh he pulled himself closer hugging West reveling in the feel of just pressing himself against another body so tightly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 6:44 am
He felt the surprise when he said what he did; when Soren heard the words spill from his lips about an almost eternal loyalty to the man's body. Perhaps they were both equally surprised that he said such a thing. Perhaps West was amazed that he could make such a conviction. For his entire life he shied away from vows and pacts in favor of freedom. No one ever asked such things of him. He was just an Incubus, a thing of pleasure and no one expected his heart to be true. Because they didn't expect any of him, he couldn't ask the same from them. They drifted and he saw their lives vanish before his eyes. That was how it was. It was the way of an Incubus, even one who believed in something like "love". They were cursed to watch love fail and their heart bleed. They didn't bother to pursue.
He'd known others of his kind who, even though they were weaker and not pure as he was, laughed at his ideals and called him child-like. They'd all fallen for similar dreams only to have them vanquished over and over. For one, Incubi were immortal. There was no short life nor fear of death, and so the meaning of romance diminished. Their partners all knew that they would never outlast them. It was sadly a compromise that was destined to end in the demon watching their lover's light fade from them, still young and beautiful. He imagined the future with Soren, too. Nephilim were not immortal, though they did live longer and retain their youth for much longer than humans. If they lasted though, if he was not taken from West by some ill-fated turn of events, then what? In fifty years he'd grow grey and he would begin to disgust him. In a hundred years he'd begin to die. Not long after he would cease to be. Perhaps this vow of faithfulness was foolish. And that was why they were both so surprised.
As Soren seated himself atop West, the man felt a rush of blood stream downwards and the friction caused a slight groan to escape his lips. The mage returning the kiss even slightly allowed West to enter through his lips, his tongue catching his, licking it and dancing with it. He laughed, his head reeling back slightly so that he could look the man in the eyes. "Don't second guess yourself," he said. "If you don't know whether or not you want this, or whether or not you trust me, then how can I live true to my words? I don't want to be a villain that's taking from you for his needs. I want to be your lover." He watched and felt as Soren's hands crawled beneath his attire and smoothed against his skin. Then, when he pressed them closer together, the man locked lips with him once again. He moved his hand over to his chest to peel away at his shirt, unbuttoning once to reveal his collarbone. He unbuttoned twice and much of his pectorals were revealed in the gap. Unbuttoned three times and his shirt peeled down, his nipples and the height of his abdomen being revealed. He unbuttoned no more at that point, instead gently pulling away at the clothing covering Soren's chest. He massaged him, and as the sight of his skin became revealed, West's eyes began to draw downwards. He stared at the man's light skin, and caressed his body gently. Their arms wrapped around each other. It was a serene moment, for the time that it lasted.
Not long afterward, as he kissed over his lips, his cheek and his neck, he flipped positions and sent Soren down beneath him, the man consuming his sight and laying atop him with their bodies lacing together. "While it happens, look at me," he started, "So that you don't forget my sincerity."
--timeskip--
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 8:49 am
("Why don't you look at me when we make love!?!?!" crying )
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 2:00 pm
The Morning After
Soren awoke the next morning to the streaming of light into the bedroom window. He lay flat on his back with his head propped up on a pillow. West, the Incubus, his lover lay with his head upon his chest. As the groggy haze of sleep slowly faded from the young man’s eyes he stared down at the man in his arms. Gently he ran his fingers through the desire demon’s hair. He wasn’t entirely certain when they had drifted off to sleep but it had been at some point after their lovemaking.
No real thoughts passed through Soren’s mind as he studied the curve of West’s lips, the stubble on his chin, the lines on his face and the rise and fall of his chest. He was simply admiring the man. Soren’s head was not quite as crowded as it once was. The endless din of troubling thoughts had quieted over the course of his travels. Whether or not that had something to do with his blood heritage emerging he wasn’t sure. He was grateful for the silence though. It allowed him to view the world in a far more distinct clarity.
Lightly he ran his fingers along the supple curves of West’s bare skin using only the gentlest of touches. He hadn’t really been privy to West’s sleeping habits during their brief time together before. The man had always seemed to be on the move it had lead Soren to wonder if he truly slept at all. Did he just rest for the sake of his partners or could he go on forever without a single night’s reprieve? It was a question for another time. Slowly, tenderly, Soren untangled himself from West’s embrace sitting up on the edge of the bed. With a stretch he rose from the mattress leaning down to pull on his boxers as he stepped up to the window. He had no idea where they were so it would be of some use to find that out.
Going to the window he quietly peered through the break in the curtain to get a good look at what lay outside. A new day was dawning and with it the awakening of a new Nephilim. Or rather, the awakening of his awareness of what he was. Soren couldn’t be sure. Such answers would only come with time.
And he intended to find all of them.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 12:22 pm
Elros MadgoD
Novice Gunslinger and god of Madness
Nrgee: 550 / Boolets: I got none / Feelin': Disoriented
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Elros blew a hole through the ice and climbed out. He laid on the ice for a minute and thought about things. Where he was, how he got there, who he was. The best he could do was his name. Elros MadgoD. Why was the last letter capitalized? He rolled over and snapped to his feet. He looked around as if being followed, and then relaxed. He began walking. Something pointed him this way.
//Exit
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 6:02 pm
No matter where Alistair went, the land seemed as plagued as ever. There was no escaping this feeling of sorrow that encompassed over the land since Zachariah took power. The man had not seen a single person on his trek to the historic site. Perhaps that was a good thing, there would be no one around to get caught in the crossfires of some firefight. Lately that was all that happened nowadays. Alistair took no part in it; he refused to help the citizens or the invaders of the country. It wasn't his war to fight, and so he wouldn't fight. Not that he lacked the power to or anything, it was just that he was tired of the constant trivial fights. The big battles were clear, and yet people thought that the small battles mattered as well. Perhaps it was, if that's what makes the small time soldiers feel better. Anything to make them think that they matter in this war.
But his return to the frozen lake was anything but desired. This lake held many memories, not just his, but the memories of past kings and loyal subjects of Nocturne. The late King Fenrir fought three battles here, Alistair held missions here, and many others lost friends to the tundra and the dangerous beasts it is home to. The wolves around the tundra had learned the last time Alistair was here not to mess with the former king. He single handedly slaughtered the leader of the pack at Adept Rank, he could only imagine what he could do at Master Rank. Truthfully, he had no idea why he came here. Perhaps it was because this was the only place he wouldn't find someone loyal to Zachariah.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 6:53 pm
-Why Fear the Forward path when the road back is More frightning-
Kuro walked slowly through the lakes, though he walked aimlessly, it was not because he wanted to, it was because he had no where to go. Kuro woke up in these lands a few weeks ago not knowing nothing about himself nor about how he got to this land, was he Born here or did he finds means to these lands? these question lay at the for front of Kuro mind for days and prying for question by the people did him no good, as most detested him. as a cold breeze passed at Kuro's back he looked up to see another man in the area.
the man looked more collected then most he saw, but like most this man held a dark aura around him."a dark one..." Kuro whispered to himself as if on instinct whenever he sees similar auras. though this man aura was different yet shared similarity's of others, this intrigued Kuro, though he didn't know why it interest him, he walked toward the man still feet away and began to speak
"...what are you?" he couldn't stop himself from asking out loud, though the action of him asking a stranger so bluntly did feel rude, he almost felt embarrassed at his action, but the words already escaped his lips why retract now?, he thought to himself as he awaited the mans response
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 2:59 am
Walking aimlessly, Alistair happened upon the site where he finalized his kill of the previous Tundra Wolf Pack leader years ago. The place had been marked by Alistair's signature Hell's Grasp style, leaving the area he was standing on significantly lower due to melting than everywhere else. His energy still lingered to this day, though only able to be sensed by a Lycan with power. Just as he picked up traces of his own energy, he had also sensed another trace following him. It was a familiar scent, one that he picked up miles ago. Did Zachariah attach a little fledgeling to follow Alistair? Despite Alistair's assurance that he would not be a problem, the deity couldn't stand to have a loose end. So he sent a weak... Valkyrie? No... he would not ally himself with a warrior of Michael or Elessia. Unless he was getting desperate, which wouldn't be too far fetched seeing how outnumbered he was in the war.
But nevertheless, there was someone following him. Making use of the storm, Alistair easily detached a piece of his own living shadow. As soon as it was conjured, it seemed to vanish, sliding on the icy floor with ease to make it's way behind the new comer. As soon as the guest stopped, the Prowler already had a blade to the kids back, standing only inches away to remain undetected. It was a preferred method of killing that Alistair used often to avoid getting his hands dirty. But as soon as the guest spoke, Alistair was momentarily thrown off guard. This kid followed Alistair the entire way here because he wanted to know what he was? Every creature in the Kingdom knew what Alistair was. It must have been a farce.
As he turned to face the new comer, Alistair's piercing azure blue eyes scanned him. "I told Zachariah that I had no quarrel with him, but I have no issue starting one if he continues to send his lackeys to keep check on me. There is no need to play dumb, Valkyrie. I think you'll find that you're far from home, and no creature here will show you kindness." Alistair sneered at the boy as he continued. "So, you have 30 seconds to explain why you are really here before I decide that you are no longer worth my time."
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 4:42 am
-Why Fear the Forward path when the road back is More frightning-
Kuro stared at the man, and couldn't help but notice his shadows erratic behavior before it vanished. It almost felt like he seen it before, though nothing in his head was revealed to him, he decided to ignore it for now, though he began to feel more unease. Kuro kept quiet as he listened to the man talk, his eye's slighty widened at the man accusation of Kuro being a Valkyrie, was that what he was, was that a title he held in his past memories? What is he talking about, the man, though his reaction is now a common aggressive response Kuro got use to from other People of the town, this man said more then the rest. Kuro couldn't help but continue"...Valkyrie...what is...Valkyrie, is that a title? was that my occupation?... and what of this Zachariah does he know me?" Kuro seemingly asked to himself as he looked down at his palms , though could come up with no answers. "am I not home?!" Kuro seemed to yell at the man almost in demand for an answer, though it was just him panicking at the situation.
Why do the creatures of this land detest him, did he do something unspeakable, what can they tell him. What happened to me?! He kept thinking in his head, hoping clarity will set in, but to his avail his mind remained a mist of emptiness, with no recollection to his past. with that he looked back at the man"...please...answer me..." he whispered hoping for an answer from this man
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 5:27 am
The stupidity radiating from this boy was perhaps too much to handle from the look on Alistair's frustrated face. The boy was telling the truth, and yet it didn't stop Alistair from almost giving up on mankind. Amnesia was probably the case here, seeing as though this creature couldn't even recollect who he really was. Though, it didn't mean that it was Alistair's job to guide him back to full health. The man was no cleric, nor was he some sort of helper of the people. No... his days of helping were over. But the idea of leaving this boy here like a lamb for slaughter... well, it didn't really bother Alistair as much as the idea of this guy now continuing to follow Alistair simply because he spoke to the amnesiac.
As he turned to leave, a figure stood in front of him. One he knew well. Hawke. The female who quite literally lived in his shadow, someone who knows better than to cross Alistair once he made his mind. Yet, she did so anyway. "The boy needs help. Have you forgotten already that it is your duty to help the people of this land? Or have you forgotten your plans to one day return to the Lumirian throne?" As soon as she finished, she brushed past Alistair, walking towards the Valkyrie as she spoke again. "You are a Valkyrie, a soldier of light, walking in the land of Shadows. Your kind aren't generally welcome here, especially under the new leadership. Zachariah, the God of War, doesn't particularly like... your kind. I'm surprised you lasted this long undetected, but I'm sure that won't last much longer. You should find someplace safe to hide while this all blows over. Consider trying to find a master along the way to help you hone your skills. There are plenty of masters in Kusana willing to help your kind... not that they are all that competent themselves..."
"Tch..." That was all that came out of Alistair's mouth as Hawke spoke. The idea that anyone in Kusana was even worth mentioning was a joke. The Forest Dominion was ant-like compared to the great kingdoms. The inhabitants grow ever more fat and lazy by their great bonfire every night, ignoring obvious problems. When a nation of fighters with the powers of the light could not trump those who hide in shadows, surely there was something wrong there. "You're better off dead if you seek training from those pillow biters. Just tuck your wings and hide, Valkyrie. That's what everyone else does, nowadays."
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 4:25 pm
-Why Fear the Forward path when the road back is More frightning-
Kuro watched in almost disbelief as the mans shadow formed in-front of him and began to talk, in a woman's voice non-the-less "what the?!"he said to himself and began to listen to her words."..." Kuro face change to frustration at his enlightenment of his situation, he looked over his shoulders and saw no wings, was he taunting him"fine so I'm a Valkyrie, and people here hate me, and your idea is to Hide?!"
Kuro couldn't help but feel even more frustrated at the statement"hide...no...I can't Hide." Kuro said not knowing why it bothered him but he felt he couldn't just hide"I'd rather fight then Hide!? he exclaimed loudly then stepped past Hawke and looked at Alistair "If the one she talks about will get me killed then tell me who will teach me to defend my self correctly!?" he said sternly almost demanding an answer
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 7:12 pm
The idea of teaching once more brought the man great... grief. But Alistair stood by his word that if the boy were taught how to combat evil by someone whose last battle was some historic battle over a decade ago, he'd die before he ever really saw combat. "Look, I'm not promising anything. I can't make you any better than you are, all I can do is show you what you can already do. It's up to you whether or not you can utilize these skills in the best way possible. There are plenty of Valkyries out there, and quite frankly, you seem kind of average. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guide you, but you must work with me here."
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