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 Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 5:53 pm
Raine gave a gentle gesture to suggest she was ready at any particular time. Raising her eyes to the sky once again before they fled, she watched as the rain poured down against her skin. Something she hadn't felt in a while and longed to feel.... "Yes... let us leave before you wear yourself out...."
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 5:56 pm
"See you on the other side then." Durithill said. He opened a portal and quickly disappeared into it.
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Durithill the Black Blade Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 6:09 pm
Raine nodded, absorbing the feeling of the rain a bit more before allowing an exasperated sigh to pass her lips. Closing her eyes for a mere moment, Shiero opened them up again before pasing through into the portal after him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 2:38 pm
Violent watched as the rain from above fell to the ground. A soft sigh past her lips as she lift her head towards the sky, letting the little droplets of water fall to her face. As the sound of her name being called reached her ears, Violent gazed towards Durithill, listening carefully to his intructions. Suddenly, her face became sturn as she nodded her head briskly, walking into the portal that had been created in front of her.
As she walked, a suddenly tense fell into Elva's heart. She hadn't seen Midnight in a while, she hoped that he was okay. The two of them had never been this away from each other for this long. They were always together, ever since Elva was but a little girl...
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 4:46 pm
Elva jumped through the tiny portal, landing on her elbows. She turned her head toward the portal behind her; it had just closed. A low sigh passed Elva's lips as she picked herself up from the ground, brushing the dirt off of her clothes as she turned her attention back toward that in front of her. Darkness engulfed her. A smile snuck to Elva's face as a quiet, menacing laugh filled the air. She was back in the Demonic Realm, the place where she had wanted to be all along.
Elva reached to her side, flashing her weapon out in front of her. She stared at the whip lovingly, then pressed it back to her side. Everything that surrounded her was quiet, with only a few crows that were to be heard in the distance. Elva cleared her throat, and shook her head violently, letting a sigh of relief roll off her tongue. With that, she headed into the darkness, unsure of what to do next.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 2:11 pm
The sounds of footsteps once heard now stopped, as Elva lowered her head, deep in thought. Had she done the right thing? Was it really true that her sister had left her? She dread at the thought, however, couldn't help but feel she had made a mistake. Maybe they had left for only a while but were coming back. Maybe. . .
Elva turned to face the way she had just came. It was covered in darkness. Elva stopped, closing her eyes gently as the cool breeze fell upon her face. Around her, the hollow trees whispered through the night; they were talking to each other. They seemed mournful and full of sadness, for their voices sounded like silent moans, and cries of sorrow. Elva reopened her eyes, exposing her violet hues. She had made up her mind; she was going back.
With an emotionless expression plastered against her face, the faint glow of the green crystal showing through her shirt, Violent pulled out the crystal, panting lightly as she held the crystal out in front of her, muttering something quietly under breath, concentrating hard on the crystal. She closed her eyes, a small drop of sweat traveling down the side of her cheek. Suddenly, a bright glow emerged, blinding Violent, even though her eyes were shut. She opened them slightly, seeing the portal appear before her. A relievd smiled rushed to her face as she held the crystal tightly in her hand before setting a foot into the portal. She was going back; going home.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 8:23 pm
"Disapearred.." Veronica pondered. Her long, pale index finger tapped her chin thoughtfully in wonder. "Mmmhh.. change in realms perhaps? Yes, that must be the answer.." Swinging her scythe down from her shoulder, Veronica lowering her hand and bowed her head as she began to walk. Did this require her to seek them out? No, pathetic. She would wait until they returned.. they could not stay where ever they were forever, could they now?
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 6:59 pm
Emerging from the dark void, a pale figure dropped, almost as if the last step she took caused her to stumble awkwardly. With a bit of a light sound coming from her throat, Raine straightened her posture before running her hand over the off-white material that reached just below her ankles in the front, but just touched the ground in the back.
Pushing a lock of hair from her face with a dainty hand before pulling both of her hands behind her long, thick strands while putting it up into a messy up-do, one that took only an instant to produce, yet, it looked just as nice as spending hours in front of a mirror. Her piercing azure eyes now clearly visible rather than before being hidden behind a curtain of dark hair. Almost as if weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, like she could breathe easy.
But then again, it was nice to leave the stuffy library she had been stuck in for a while, sorting, researching and understanding. She needed to breathe properly without having to worry about someone watching your every move or breathing down your neck.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 6:31 am
Another portal suddenly opened next to Raine and out stepped Rathios, the blind councilman. "Lady Raine." he said, kneeling to her. He almost never kneeled, which meant something big had happened. "There's been a... situation." he said slowly. He looked shaken by whatever he'd seen, and he reeked of blood. "You need to take a look right away." He stood and before she could protest he opened another portal and walked through it. Even though most portals didn't have a smell, this one seemed to carry the smell of blood.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 12:16 pm
Wheeling around to the sound of a familiar distressed voice, Raine spun around immediatly, her voice sounded with surprise and confusion.
"...A situation?" She muttered lightly in question. What happened that would have caused Rathios to depart the usual realm he was in to find her? Without a hesitation to his request to whatever the incident may have been, Raine passed through the void he had just opened and passed through. She followed after him with various questions whirling through her head. So many things she wanted to ask the blind councilman, but no time to ask. Obviously, whatever the problem was, she needed to go see for herself..
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 12:44 pm
((To the Angelic Realm! And really the only reason I'm saying this is cause now the Demonic Realm has 1000 replies, lol.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 7:55 pm
As Raine nearly tumbled from the opened portal,her expression was furious. Not only was she angry, she was disappointed. Rathios wasn't researching hard enough, he was simply trying to crack down on Durithill... He would never do something like that anymore... Would he? What sane reason would he have to slaughter half of the Angelic Realm?
Pressing a warm hand to her forehead, Shiero mumbled a few theories under her breath. What evidence was left behind? Why would it lead Rathios to believe it was either Durithill or Durimiros? Was it that they were the only ones capable of doing it? Or was there some unknown force which could have been left out of play? It was making her frustrated, which in turn caused her element to shift quicker.
With enflamed scarlet orbs, the council woman angled her head sky-ward in thought. The bar just a few steps away was calling to her. Maybe a drink would help her think this over, however, that was very unprofessional and she hardly had the time for hard alcohol at the moment. She needed to devise a plan, some sort of scheme that would prevent another war between the two realms.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 9:41 pm
((You might as well just continue. Something will happen, just not right away.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 7:55 pm
"I need to find Durithill.." Raine informed herself lowly, her brows knitted into a concerned expression. She needed to tell him... She needed to question him. The council member was already stationed in the Demonic Realm, so that was where she would begin. Sweeping her heel across the coble-stoned path winding down the edge of the village where she arrived, Raine began towards the forest, checking in various buildings just in case.
Glancing into the bar, where she had finally re-met Durithill after numerous years, Shiero held the saloon-style doors open with both of her arms extended out to either side of her body. The entire rowdy bar fell silent as her silhouette stood unmoving in the doorway for a few moments, scanning the inhabitants within the bar. Leaving without sight of the face she was looking for, only gentle murmers were heard for sometime from the tavern.
Travelling along the same worn path, Shiero began for the entrance ot the forest. So many events happened in the realm, it was nearly uncountable and rather difficult to record.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 12:12 pm
Suddenly a scream peirced the air. More soon followed. People began appearing on the other side of the town, running away from... something. What it was wasn't visable yet, but suddenly a massive black sword appeared from behind a building, slicing a man in half. A man in a black cloak walked out from behind the building, walking on the body, and brought his sword down on another innocent. He started laughing, resting his bloody sword on his shoulder. The laugh was cold and unnerving. And it was Durithill's.
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