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IC Central [RPG ONLY] => "Ayenee Nexus: Where Imagination Knows No Bounds => RP Archives 2005-2019 => Topic started by: Lord Aleph on September 21, 2007, 09:30:30 AM
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He was prowling around in his animal form. His fur was jet black as he would move between bushes. The forrest was dark at this time of night. his eyes where allowing him to see in the dark since he was using the third eye. His paws where moving silently over the ground. He was tracking a pack of wolves that have been attacking travelers in the forrest. He would look about and make sure he found the landmark's so he would not be lost.
Aleph then would move along heading south towards the lake. He had picked up the scent of fresh blood in the air. His tail would leave a scent that would last a couple of hours so he would find his way back to the village. He would keep his ears up as he listend for any rather yelling or shreaking from any thing. But it was useless because no sound could be heared.
He would slowly creep to the lake and look around. There was nothing there but he would make sure it was safe still. He would growl loudly allowing them to know he was enar. He would hear a howling sound from across the lake. He would have to move fast now to catch up with them. Aleph would go into a sprint around the lake now he was growling as he ran to the wolves. He would have to stop them by force because the closer he got the stronger he could smell human blood.
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[align=justify:d416ff1b89]Traveling through the sporadic woodlands, nothing remotely striking about the fully cloaked figure straddling the more impressive mount draped in the dressage of war. There was nothing to even visually state the rider was male or female; for the black thick hooded cloak shrouded everything except for the tips of boots and silvered spurs jutting out from the back of heel. No thought or even the hint of a thought could be plucked from her mind, blocking any decipher with the thick mental miasma of âmind fogâ- substance cloaking any true thought only to reveal a desolate wasteland of nightmares and horrors not even the bravest could remain resilient. Just as the strangers appearance would appear to be unimpressive so too were the surroundings of basic woodlands, low hanging trees smothered with mosses and damp fungus. Scattered foliage littering the floor beneath each silver tipped hoof that trampled them into crumbled debris of autumnal hues and creased vermillion and amber captured in the filtered leaves were the sun was not permitted to shine by the massive sentinel limbs embracing the other to form a solid canopy.
Once the sorceress of Aoyn, and for a short time its Queen by the gracious hand and notice of Varsinax himself- perhaps an award for the loyal service she had always provided and still would to this day should it be called upon again by the Dark Lord himself, but no other bearing his family name for they were nothing but his pawns and Atra wouldnât treat them no differently unless they earned her respect or had done so in the past. Possessing many impressive titles in the past, now beholding yet another, one labeled from the old Ayenee clan known as Darkbane. How their murderous and sadistic infamy earned them the acknowledgement of one of the most feared clans of all time; their roots well established in the world of mortals and even that of the outer and astral planes- for some of its old lineages were now elevated into that of Gods⦠blood, sweat and many souls extracted for the harvest to rise entropy to that of godliness. Malice for example, undefeated and never bested by skill of melee and cunning perceptions- permitting his opponent to exhibit the flaws, therefore making any form of attack futile and feeble.
Her dark lover had many talents, and she couldnât help but smirk to herself while casually pacing along the mitigated path leading through the over-hanging banners of verdant emerald of evergreens and then the flashing array of gilded oranges and sunset reds only to be chased away by the silvery twilight of ethereal fingers. Black leathered reins held firmly in right hand while left remained hidden underneath the layers of leather and velvet concealing the weapon flexed upwards to follow the natural curve of her arm, one of her scimitars just in case some fool decided to jump out at her and act like some forsaken jester thrown from his court for a performance lacking of talent. These days it appeared that everyone was a jester in disguise. Going about the tedious task of ensuring no intruders or marauders were coming into her territory or even those of other realms coming to scout the area for information⦠they would never return to report of their findings. Although appearing to be journeying on her own, not even the silence would be what it seemed, dead silence was never a good omen. No bird sang its farewell to the light, nothing heralding the twilight⦠no rustle of the leaves, creaking of bidding branchesâ¦not even a single insect chirped to break the unnerving tranquility.
Shadows raced only to be concealed by the darkness of the forest, remaining hidden until she left that vicinity and followed by a coup of swarming plethoric filaments, amorphous and could not be defined of shape or substance- perhaps they were nothing more than the silhouettes cast from the fading light and augmenting darkness. Sight adjusting to a more infra-red alteration, another talent of the Wamphyri enabling them to see perfectly in the thick darkness just as effortlessly as they could during the daylight hours⦠only a meager skill but one of use where others would have to use torch or candlelight to illumine their path. Her ability of sight permitted easy ambushes and spying, able to be undetected in the coppice of night. Ending at the barriers segregating the realms and kingdoms of the outer sphere, satisfied that things remained as they should be and nothing was out of place. No leaf upturned, no footprints trampling through the sodden earthâ¦ah what a shame things were so dull and drab that her mind had to resort to entertaining itself with the graphic imagery of other exploits, unashamedly proud with the intense outcomes inspiring shivers to travel up along the length of her spine where she would still feel the shards of obsidian that had been embedded to the bone. Swiftly applying a kick to urge the beast onwards quicker through the grove of Osier and Ash⦠it was then that Atra pulled back hard on the reins bringing obsidian juggernaut to a halt, senses tingling⦠there was another energy present. Would they shove themselves or hastily depart before her notice? [/align:d416ff1b89]