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| Nekane | Tue Sep 13, 2005 1:19 am Post #1 |
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A wind whistled through the mountains. It sang through the ears of the dwarves in their Deep City, it stirred the dragons in their snowy caves, it whispered to the mountains themselves. This benevolant wind cried it's melancholic song, twisting and turning until it came upon an ear who welcomed it. And it delivered a message. A smile spread across the reciever's face, though it was too gaurded by thick furs for one to see it. It would have made anyone who'd seen it revolt in disgust, anyways. The man who owned that smile stood before a crevice of unfathomable depth. A bony hand slipped out of the furs and was outstretched to the sky. And the man was gone. It was dark. So dark one might think that darkness herself was made of that pitchness. It was silent and absolute. A light shot through the darkness, however, so small was that shaft of light that one might think it a trick of the mind. It grew, as if by magic, swelling up in the shape of a circle. The man stepped into that light. Another one of his bony hands poked out of the thick furs. He pulled away the hood of his coat. His lips were thin, his hair black and slick, eyes like rubies, and a nose so crooked it made you wonder if he'd been in some horrific accident. Those sunken eyes gleamed and he looked down at his feet. Or, rather, what laid beneath them. The blackness of the circular stone matched his hair, the ring surrounding it like the sky on a solemn overcast day, and the ring surrounding that so white it glowed. The glow brightened as the man whispered something. A name. The glow surrounded him, shooting out to encompass his entire body. He dissapeared, only a collumn of white was there now. His cackled cut through the roaring sound of the vicious brightness around him, though it became a scream. "Fool!" A roaring voice uttered," Why do I wake?" Noone replied. There was a scream, and that was all. The man lay dead as the light around him fell back. A girl stood before him, not but eight years old. Her black eyes were empty. Her straw colored hair was cropped just above her tiny shoulders, and her pale skin was unblemished. Siw wings sprouted from her back. The largest were of a light so bright and vicious they seemed to burn everything around them. The second largest were grey, the somber grey of an overcast sky. The third, stunted wings were black. The same black that surrounded her. That endless. Meaningless. Nothingness. -------------------------------------------------------- Nekane remembered that nothingness. That was what she felt. Nothingness. She watched the children play in the streets from her perch on the building. That had been taken from her. She'd been a child once. She'd had that free mentality instead of that immature physicality she was stuck with. She'd smiled. Smiling. The world lashed at Nekane's soul, almost burning her as she whispered it, knees tucked into her tiny chest. The wings were gone now. The Three Sets had dissappeared into her back after she'd woken up with a rude sucking sound. Nekane hadn't figured out how to bring them back. They comforted her, benevolant as they seemed. They made people frown. As macabre as it seemed that made her happy. They deserved that after what she'd been through. She shivered in her thick wool jacket and her peasanty clothes. The hat pulled over her straw colored hair did nothing to keep her warm. She didn't mind. The cold felt good. |
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| Seele | Tue Sep 13, 2005 2:23 am Post #2 |
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There was no hint to his landing. His footsteps on the building were as silent as the shadows themselves, as silent as the wraith he almost was. Everything about him reeked of Darkness, from the crooked black hat to the tattered black cloak to the chains that were draped over his entire body under the cloak. His light blue hair hid half of his face under the hat, but the other half revealed a soft, almsot feminine beauty. His eyes were a bright gold with a spark of madness deep in the metallic orbs. Silently he came up behind the child on top of the building, a small and cruel smile fixed upon his face. "Little one... you should be down there playing... not up here, with the Shadows all around..." As if they responded to his call the shadows in the Village began to move and writhe, unnoticed by the people who live here. The shadows around Nekane moved the fastest, congregating around her and the man to make the air around them darker. "Else it will consume you..." His grin broadened slightly, the shadows on his face making him appear even more crazed and manical than usual. |
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| Nekane | Tue Sep 13, 2005 7:34 pm Post #3 |
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A grin spread across Nekane's face. The twisted kind you find on the face of someone who'd gone insane after their loved one died. The shadows aroung her amused her. It reminded her of the darkness she'd woken up it. That absolute thickness no mortal eye could penetrate. With out turning, she said," Shadows are nothing new, good sir. I was born in shadow, I rested in shadow, and I woke in shadow. They do not bother me." Nekane watched the shadows swirled around her. She could feel the vicious burning of the First Set of her wings, the sorrow of the Second, and the emptieness of the the Third. She felt as though they might break the surface of her skin again, that they might be free and all of the pent up chaos in side of her would lash out. Unfortunatly, they didn't, and she consumed her chaotic mind with a veil of placidity. She turned to the man, big black eyes taking in his figure, and said," I am called Nekane." |
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| Seele | Wed Sep 14, 2005 1:02 am Post #4 |
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Seele smirked. He had been right in assuming this was no normal child. After all, no normal youngling would have such an aura of darkness and mystical power, of such emptiness. "And I am Seele, my dear Lady Nekane..." He bowed to the much shorter figure with a flourish, tattered cloak floating around him like the wings of a bat. The shadows quieted, their Master's need to destroy sated. For the moment. "What brings you to this barren little town, my dear?" His golden eyes flashed dangerously. "You are not of this place..." His voice was soft with a steady undercurrent of malice. |
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| Nekane | Wed Sep 14, 2005 1:14 am Post #5 |
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Nekane turned back to the children playing in the streets, totally unaware of the two entities who watched them from the building top. She contemplated his question. What had brought her here? Fate, she suppposed. It was to be. She would find something in this village, be it about herself or what the future held. It was here. She felt it. It gripped her in it's slippery hands and faded away. Solemnly, with a grave tone too mature and hollow for an eight year old, she replied, "Fate, I guess. It took me by the collar and left me here." There was a pause. She was focused on the other children playing on the cobblestone lane. One of the girls looked like her. Scrawny, not much but skin and bones. Short, too. And hair as golden as the sun. Hers was faded and worn in color. How she envied that youth. With a malicious chuckle, she continued," No sir, I am not of this place. I never was. I suppose I never will be. I don't mind; this is all temporary, anyways. What is your name, sir?" |
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| Seele | Wed Sep 14, 2005 2:33 am Post #6 |
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((OOC: Um... well, introductions work well when said twice...)) With a slight flourish he bowed, one hand making sure the crooked had did not fall from his head. "Why, forgive my lack of manners! I am Seele, my dear Leady Nekane." When he straightened his face was twisted in a crazy grin. He swung down to sit next to the girl on the edge of the building, golden eyes looking down at the children as well. "Ah, the innocence of youth... lost so easily..." With an almost dismizzive gesture the shadows around the little girl similar in appearance to Nekane began to move slowly, so slightly the girl did not notice. Seele's grin grew widder, his pupils shrinking as his derangement took over completely. |
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| Nekane | Tue Sep 20, 2005 12:17 am Post #7 |
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((*smacks self in head* Uggghhh...She's insane anyways...Sorry I was gone. I've been sick and busy with school.)) A grin spread across Nekane's face at Seele's words. She liked this man. He was equally as twisted and macabre as her and had a passion for chaos that matched her own. Perhaps an ally might be found in that man. A laugh escaped her lips. The gold haired girl looked up at her, but it was evident that she could see neither Nekane nor her companion. Her eyes narrowed. "Might I implore wether you might like to stir up a bit of chaos this fine night, Mr. Seele?" she asked, black eyes burning into the children. She imagined them. Screaming. Scattering. Hoping to outrun their antagonist. There would be no escape. Nekane's wings were ready to surface. |
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| Seele | Tue Sep 20, 2005 1:49 am Post #8 |
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Seele laughed softly with a steady undercurrent of malice in the gesture. "Why, I thought you would never ask, my dear Nekane..." He held his hand out so that the bare plam faced upwards. Slowly the fingers curled intoa fist. As his hand became smaller the shadows around the girl became more violent, swaying in such an unnatural manner that the other children began to notice. Before they could warn the girl Seele cackled loud enough to be heard and threw both of his hands out, magic and madness mixing in his expression. Claws of Darkness!!! The shadows shot upwards, the inky darkness taking the form of reaching hands with fingers that ended in sharp points. The girl had no time to react as the magical shadows sliced into her skin from every direction. Within seconds she was falling to the ground, messy holes ripped through her stomach, chest, and forehead. The other children screamed as blood splashed on the street, the mangled corpse hitting the ground with a sickening thump. Seele licked his lips and jumped from the rooftop, a spinning scythe appearing in his hand so quickly it appeared to materialize there by magic. He landed easily, looking upwards towards Nekane. "Join me, little one! Join me in a feast of blood!" His smile could not be called sane in any shape or form as the shadows around him pulsed, a weapon as lethal as the crooked blade he held in one hand. |
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| Nekane | Thu Sep 22, 2005 7:29 pm Post #9 |
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Nekane cackled, as the sound of her ripping flesh filled the air. The Three Sets of wings burst from her back, the First glowing brightly and lashing out at everything around them. The pain did not bother her. She basked in it's sharp peircing feel, preparing herself to cause others the same pain. She fell backwards off the roof, turning and gliding down to a couple of people who sat staring in awe. With a flick of her wings they were blinded and incinerated by the furious light. Skeletons were all that lay there. The rest of the children fled, but that did not bother her. She had a target. The girl with golden hair...The one who was cowering in a corner. She stood in front of her, leaning down to face her. Her glowing black eyes widened, and she through back her head, emmitting a shrill laugh. The girl shook violently in her corner. She'd been blinded by Nekane's wings and nearly deafened by her laughter. Nekane's smallest wings, the ones of absolute pitch blackness devoured the girl's soul. She felt it. She tasted it's light essence. It was her's now. All her's to torture. The girl lay there, looking totally blank. Her eyes stared off eerily. She wasn't dead, but it was good enough for Nekane. "Excellent show, Mr. Seele!" Nekane cackled. |
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| Seele | Thu Sep 22, 2005 9:54 pm Post #10 |
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Seele agreement was a soft chuckle as he moved after the fleeing children, eyes glowing even brighter at the thought of more bloodshed and battle. The first boy, a small raven-haired toddler, was slower than the rest. Seele had no trouble catching up with the youngester and without slowing down at all thrust his bare hand into his back. The clothes there wilted away from Seele's skin as he conjured up black flames around his hand, the skin bubbling and melting. His spine dissintegrated as the delicate fingers passed through, clenching around the boy's heart. With a large grin on his face Seele pulled his hand out, tightening his grip even more. When he opened his hand there was no trace of blood, only a small black crystal in the center of his palm. Soul Bind... Seele smiled and slipped the crystal that contained the boy's soul into a small puch on his belt. It clinked lightly as it hit the other crystals stored there, each the soul of a person. The boy's shattered husk fell to the ground like a discarded doll, lifeless in every way. Seele continued his pursuit of the children, his long legs carrying the grown elf faster than any of them could run. More crystals were added to his bag as they fell, holes in their chests and backs and an emptiness in the place their soul should have been. |
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| Nekane | Sat Oct 8, 2005 5:46 pm Post #11 |
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Blood dripped down Nekane's back as her wings folded back into her spine with a harsh, oily, squelching sound. She straightened out her cap, as though nothing had happenned, and used Dark Regeneration to clean up the mess of blood all over her back. There were still holes in her thick wool jackets, but she wore them proudly, like a soldier's medallion. "Now, Mr. Seele," Nekane said, smiling evilly, " The night is young. What more souls might we toy with?" She still felt the essence of the golden haired girl's soul in her fingertips. It swirled there, being perverted by her own mind, twisting into a weapon of war. It was incomplete, and she knew she'd need to feast more before it was granted to her. A longbow. A long bow of souls. She'd use it for revenge. Revenge against the world that'd sent her away. The world that'd frolicked and rejoiced in her passing. I just have to be patient, she thought, And I have to find some information...Then the world will know that Nekane the Six-Winged has returned. |
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| Vestein | Sun Oct 9, 2005 12:32 pm Post #12 |
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"The night is young for many but not for you." A large man stood befor the two prominent yet swaying as though fighting some inner battle. In a far of place bestial noises could be heard as the sounds of monster awakening. His eyes sharpend into yelow slits and Vestiens teeth elongated into sharp yelowed impliments of distruction. Deep with in vestiens very being the beast stired telling him to do things he swore would never happen again the sight of the slaghtered inocents only encoraged his bestial burden. He stedied himself againsed a wall. He grunted as he tried to control what was with in him. |
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