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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 6, 2009 1:30:20 GMT -5
...I Can't Escape This Hell...So Many Times I've Tried...
[/i] One would never think to see the beast of a wolf stalking into the lands of the Mystic. No, he hadn't been in a scrap recently, both to his own rejoicing as well as his own dissapointment. He rather enjoyed it when foolish males challenged him, making him desire to have their head in his powerful jaws. His eerie, cold, yellow eyes glared about the terrain. This was the place of healing. But he was not in need of restoring strength. Rather, he was here to make an exchange of powers. something that sounded odd and disbelieving. But it was the reality of things. And the brutal beast found it amusing so few tried to deny the truth. Doing so was only a fool's task. It was always there, just like Death's shadow, his long, boney fingers reaching out to your living, breathing body, longing to steal away your last breath and let the cold take over as you fell lifeless to the ground... Muscles rippled powerfully beneath his thick tri colored pelt. A mixture of sand, sable, and ivory, he was a rather dashing fellow, if one could look past the places upon his form (especially his shoulders, haunches, and chest) where thin, long strips of fur no longer grew, due to the deep, near fatal wounds he had recieved throughout his lifetime. But that was nothing he was willing to speak of. He sat upon his haunches, tail wrapping about his left side as his cold, ever glaring gaze swept over the land. He had seen but a flicker of the aged being that was bound to these very lands, never able to leave lest it turn to a pile of ashand dust. But as far as Scarred Disdain knew, he was one of the very few mortals that knew of this creature. And so, despite his dominant, intimidating stature, he remained silent and withheld as he waited. [/color][/blockquote][/center][/size] |
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Post by †Spike† on Sept 6, 2009 1:44:40 GMT -5
Fog washed over the land as he moved, the angel of life and death. Able to take and give what he wishes, nothing was out of his power. Fallen was able to heal anything, pain, misery, sadness, could bring people back if so wished it. He could make the angel of the land look like a amateur if he wanted, but unlike her, he was bound to the land and couldn't venture from it. he was like a prisoner to his power. His eyes glowed a soft white as he spotted the massive wolf sitting alone in the land. Stand a distance away, fog pouring off the ghost like horse, though having a mortal body of a white paint. sighing, he flexes muscles and forces himself forward towards the wolf to find what the wolf had come here for. He took notice of the wolf, no wounds, no problems could be noted as he moved forth. Once in his company, fallen let his voice forth, it was ghost like, it whispered in the wind as it weaved its words.
"Hello young wolf, if i may ask, what brings you upon the land? You have no injurys or wounds to be felt with. What do you seek?" Fallen rain stood before him, fog drifting off of his form as he waited for the answers. His sliver eyes trained upon the brute as he waited.
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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 6, 2009 1:56:46 GMT -5
...But I'm Still Caged Inside...
[/i] Disdain let his large, holey black wings flare as he waited, letting his glare continue to sweep over the mysterious healing lands. He felt the smallest bit of strength renewing itself within him, but he denied its existance, He had no need for its assisstane. The only one he sought was the ghostly creature that was chained to this land, whether or not he made the Angel of Heaven, Estraya look like nothing more than a rookie at her angelic tasks. Scarred was on the side of the devilish fire demon, Izo, anyhow. But as to where this creature stood, Disdain was fairly certain he was nothing more thana neutral, whether or not he lusted after one side ot the other. It wasn't long before the eerie yellow eyes settled upon appraching fog. And within its great mass, he noticed the ghostly creature he had been awaiting. And to his surpise, yet not too much so, he noted that it was of equine blood. But he had no ideas of lashing out. Not after what he came here for, requesting a great service from this beast. As the horse stopped, Scar's hate-fulled yellow glare met the silvery gaze of the Mystic. He allowed his head the smallest, slightest nod he could muster, unable to respect anyone with even just a sliver, this was something the ancient horse she see as a great gift from the killer himself, for never did he give such things as respect to others. " I come with a request to rid me of these." He rised his wings further. " And in exchange, I seek the power of that of a metallic elemental." He had his reasons, but it was a simple request. There wa sno need to ask questions. This place was a place of service. And so, Scar was going out of his character, and asking for something, which was never something he prided in doing. Respect trickled over his words, though it was the most he could coat over his lyrics. One look at the four in scar across his left eye ought to tell anyone who looks at him he's not one for respects and formalities.... And so, patiently he waited for the ghost to go about his work. [/color][/blockquote][/center][/size] |
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Post by †Spike† on Sept 6, 2009 2:14:46 GMT -5
Standing as the fog pouring off of his form, the sliver eyes watching the brute as he spoke to fallen. This request wasn't common for the population of this place, a change of power wasn't a easy task to commit, but it wasn't hard to do. The person who requests such a feet may feel pain as they changed what was requested. Nodding to the brute as he hears the request.
"As you request, i may grant, however i do warn you young soul. The pain isn't for the light hearted, i hope you can make it though the ordeal." Silver eyes lit up into a white orbs as the fog poured off of him and along the ground in great haste. Cold winds emitted himselfs from the beast and covered the area. Fallen brought for the ring around the wolf, the white glow covered the soul as the request took place. Lifting him off the ground the wings turned to ash and removed themselves from the form, drifting away into the air. A sliver stream came from the circle below and entered the chest of the wolf, replacing the knowledge of wings to the knowledge of his new power.
The light and the ring faded as he set the wolf back upon the ground on his side, the light faded from fallen's eyes as the fog returned back to its normal flow. "As you wish, so it shall be. You are free to rest here as you like." Backing up away from the wolf, his form turns to fog and flows into the wind, disappearing from the wolf, finished with his work.
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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 6, 2009 2:27:53 GMT -5
Disdain waited. he was ready for the change. He never used the blasted black things, anyhow. He saw them as a guard, but he wasn't after protection. He was after poewr, and strength to be feared. His own dark ambition to be respected. He listened as the beast before him spoke. So, he was a cooperative fellow, then? All the more reason for Scar to restrain himself from his usual rude and brute-like nature. The horse spoke of pain, and so the wolf's ears listened. Pain. He had expected such to be part of this little request of his. Nothing in life was without pain and suffering. But he says nothing as the fog grows in mass, pouring out like water from a waterfall. Soon, he felt his paws lift from the ground, his yellow eyes empty of feeling, though excitement and anticipation filled him from within, he never allowed others to see this. And then, he felt his wings fall from his shoulders, the muscles tearing. Disdain winched as this happened, but remained still as he was, after all, airborne. And then, a silver light forced its way into his chest, and this was where the true pain was. He felt himself being filled. And the power, it made his whole body ache. And yet, despite the intensity, it was nothing compared to what he ahd spiritually suffered. The pain washed over him in great waves, and soon, darkness veiled his eyesight, lids having fallen. Moments later, he felt his body meet the earth, and wearily, drained, he lay upon his side. The horse spoke, and Disdain listened, watching the ghostly creature leave. Lifting his head, he looked to so no wings. And for once, laying upon his side felt rather nice. He got to his paws, limbs shaky with the lack of strength. But with the darkness driving him on, he slowly walked out of the land and into the shadows, weak and weary, steering clear of any eyes as he slowly meandered away into the darkness leaving the Mystic behind.
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