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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 6:54 am
Aveshar strode beneath the shadows of the trees, rumbling softly to himself. He had always been aware he was not the only darkness in the world, not the only shadow that forever danced with the flickers of light... Certainly he was the greatest among them... But lately he had made alliances of those he counted as almost his equals... One stallion in particularly that reminded him of himself...
But there was another shadow loose in the World... Aveshar could almost feel the stallion's arrival.
"Come out come out, Brother of the Dark." He rumbled with a smile. "I look forward to this meeting more than I can say..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 10:50 am
Shyam walked slowly through the world, never in a rush, never in any sort of hurry. As it just so happened, the fallen one had all the time in the world. Ageless as the beginning, the stallion was in no rush to corrupt the world, to chain them with fear and obsession, to watch them fall victim to their carnal desires. If life truly was a world of moderation, than Shyam was indeed the bane of such an existence. The world he walked hungered for something new, something different, something more. . . . The secret lives that went unthought about, unnoticed but ever so desired was the gift the chained soquili would give to the world.
Desire was a powerful emotion and every living creature felt it. . . be it a want for love, for lust, for power, for death, for blood; such was what this stallion hoped to provide. Let them know it was all right. . . let them know that rules were always meant to be broken.
Step by step, the stallion continued his walk. His time on earth had been short, cursed with his chains and mortal form. Where once he had been holy and pure, he had fallen prey to his own obsessions and the gods had cast him out. . . He'd met none though passed many. His appearance seemed to startle those that caught sight of him, and many made a hasty escape. Let them run. . . . He'd give chase only when he felt so inclined.
But thanks to luck, it seemed to Shyam that he would need not to hunt for companionship. The foot steps of another before him, approaching, caused the male's ears to p***k in curiosity. A voice followed, deep and full of shadows, a voice that hungered for something . . . someone . . . more. Funny how it seemed that today he was the hunted, which was quite the odd turn of events. Bemused, entertained by the thought, the spiraled stallion pushed his way through the shadows with little concern.
"Who comes seeking the fallen?" He questioned, his words soft and unconcerned. He held no pride like many of his kin, but he held no humility either. Shyam was what he was - neither hot tempered or so lost to his night that he could not think. He was far more intricate than a dumb, blood-lusting machine.
He was something dangerous.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 5:12 pm
Aveshar wound out of the darkness, belling his wings and then folding them to his back, muscles playing beneat his hide. The flow of his mane and whisper of his wings made a soft music, along with the gentle sigh of his hooves on the ground.
"I am the darkness that wells up, catching that which the light so carelessly discards... I am Aveshar, the Dark Fayth, the Dark Song... Greetings, Fallen One..."
He tilted his head, fixing a star-bright eye on the stranger. Like, but not like... Kith, not kin... Ally? His eyes narrowed.
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