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Murasaki gently flicked the page over, the headline glaring back in fine print.
"END SCOURGE PUSHING BACK DEFENDERS"
He sighed, horn rimmed glasses gently sliding down his nose. He straightened in his seat, wood gently creaking as he fixed his glasses and carefully parted blonde hair. Perfect. He nodded in satisfaction, even as he leaned back away from his loaded desk. The paperwork could wait. Not that he'd be able to read a word of it. He tired of this game. His game, not hers. He alone, after all, had set the rules. Perhaps fittingly, he alone abided by them as well. Oh, Easy would never go so far as to break them outright, but the pitiable creature seemed to take a preternatural joy in waving the tattered remains of his laws in his face.
A grunt.
A flipped page, perhaps a mite quicker than before.
It was frustrating. He gently sucked in a sweet lungful of smoke, ember gently reddening as he indulged in one of his few vices. Frustrating, frustrating, frustrating. He allowed the festering emotion to roil in his gut for but a moment, before he pushed it away. Frustration did no good.
He was an adult. Dealing with the whims of a child was his responsibility, no matter how willful. But perhaps...perhaps he was going about this the wrong way. He gently lifted the cigarette from his lips, and tapped off the ash. The cigarette grew no shorter, and the fallen ash left no marks. Absently, he lifted it up high, and watched the smoke swirl. He followed it, the eddying patterns slowly drifting away. Down, down, down the pure, clean white hallways of his domain, down into the distance, where he could make out Easy, an eternity and a heartbeat away.
Always. Always there, throwing tantrums and whining. Idiot girl, unable to even accept the world as it was. Couldn't she see? Couldn't she understand? Hatred, what has that ever accomplished?! What good did it ever bring?
Perhaps, he was going about this the wrong way. Perhaps, he was doing this wrong. He had always treated Easy as an adult, no matter how she screamed and stomped. Perhaps, he needed to treat her like the child she was. Maybe then, he could teach her something that she'd remember.
A slight smile, widened his face. His gaze, swirling like the smoke he inhaled, rose. And fixed on the air before him.
And suddenly, the air was occupied.
Perhaps...he needed to even the playing field. Children always did hate a compromise.
He gestured with his hand, and a door swung open. His eyes retreated down, mindless of the words thrown his way, as the being was pulled into their new home.
"Make the most of it." he whispered under his breath, even as the door swung quietly shut.
The waters of a monumental bay shiver, as the air high above shivers. The air winds between the snowy peaks bracketing the river behind it, the crackle on the wind plain to any who know how to hear it. The watery depths appear to shine, as gleaming silver flashes, deep below. Something flickers in the fathomless depths, and the flashes grow stronger. The beasts at shore pull back, and a cloud forms over the lake, all waterfowl unanimously pulling away in instinctive fear. The flashes suddenly strobe, growing painfully, as the surface of the lake screams. A great maw tears through, lurching into the air with graceless abandon, the body behind it winding through the air in pursuit of a meal.
The fowl escape freely, wheeling through the air as the beast misses, and slaps down into the waters, the great smack shattering the waters altogether, great waves forming and spilling over the banks. The beast slithers beneath the surface, one pale horn splitting the waves, as it weaves not far beneath, artlessly waiting for another chance.
And then it stops moving. The slim head pokes out of the water, oddly with nary a ripple, seemingly gazing into the air with empty eyes, the pitted cavities long rotted away. Water pours off the sleek scales, frozen and still for a long moment. It gazes sightlessly, until something interrupts its long vigil. And dives, the thrashing of its tail the only indication of it's agitation, as it whips up the bay, before sinking deep beneath once more.
@Bondo @Azrael @Wizard_Marshall @BlackHadou @Jemnite @Crow
The lonely plains of a dying grassland whip up in the breeze. The sound of the howling wind is broken only by the sound of crunching footsteps resounding though the earth, clinking bones, and the rhythmic thump of the butt of his spear impacting the dirt. A lone traveller is the only living thing to be seen for miles. Ashen flesh, broken only by the golden-grey of dying scrub moves fluidly onward, the pace both brutal and unrelenting. It is clear that the traveller has an eventual goal, but it's equally clear that the goal is nowhere nearby.
And then, he stops. Long nostrils flare in agitation, and he begins huffing short, jerking breaths. He gazes about in growing upset, body swiveling as though tracking an unseen prey. The plain grows silent, even the everpresent gust dying down, as though in wait.
The being grows still.
And slowly, looks upward and onwards at the empty blue skies far off on the horizon. And yet, his eyes dilate in shock. A craggy mouth opens, and closes, teeth tightly clenched.
A single word is spat out, chewed and struggled and pondered, a word long held close to the breast.
"Drifter."
@The LD Man
The great boughs of the forest cease shaking, the beasts and plants alike growing still. The beings living deep beneath stop, and gaze upwards at one. They feel it, the trembling in the air, the world itself shivering. They feel the times changing, the sands slipping away through their long fingers, gone evermore.
As one, they smile. And look back down. The grindstone spins faster, the acrid stench of leather growing more pungent, the sound of scraping echoing through the woods. The steel in their hands grows warmer as they clench it tighter. The armor on the racks shines in anticipation, and the arrows scream in glee, as they thud into the target dummies.
A lone figure stands. Aged he is, ancient and bitter. The scars stretch ropily across his arms, down his chest, stretching like gossamer across his back. Dark ink cracks as he flexes his muscles powerfully, a creaking power slowly warming once more.
Alone among his kind, his once-long ears lay torn upon his pale scalp. Damaged, as all things were at his age.
"There is no need to worry."
He speaks calmly, the crackling of his voice echoing clearly despite the din.
There is no response. There is no need for one.
"I shall handle our new visitors."
The tribe speaks as one.
"Go with grace."
Paper-thin eyelids close slowly.
"And with grace, I return."
@Mortifer @ILurk @God and the Snake @Nanimani @Kensai
The sky high above is warped in the wake of three, rectangular doors, stretching wider, wider, wider, the contents violently disgorged into the heavens.
And down, down, down they fall.
"END SCOURGE PUSHING BACK DEFENDERS"
He sighed, horn rimmed glasses gently sliding down his nose. He straightened in his seat, wood gently creaking as he fixed his glasses and carefully parted blonde hair. Perfect. He nodded in satisfaction, even as he leaned back away from his loaded desk. The paperwork could wait. Not that he'd be able to read a word of it. He tired of this game. His game, not hers. He alone, after all, had set the rules. Perhaps fittingly, he alone abided by them as well. Oh, Easy would never go so far as to break them outright, but the pitiable creature seemed to take a preternatural joy in waving the tattered remains of his laws in his face.
A grunt.
A flipped page, perhaps a mite quicker than before.
It was frustrating. He gently sucked in a sweet lungful of smoke, ember gently reddening as he indulged in one of his few vices. Frustrating, frustrating, frustrating. He allowed the festering emotion to roil in his gut for but a moment, before he pushed it away. Frustration did no good.
He was an adult. Dealing with the whims of a child was his responsibility, no matter how willful. But perhaps...perhaps he was going about this the wrong way. He gently lifted the cigarette from his lips, and tapped off the ash. The cigarette grew no shorter, and the fallen ash left no marks. Absently, he lifted it up high, and watched the smoke swirl. He followed it, the eddying patterns slowly drifting away. Down, down, down the pure, clean white hallways of his domain, down into the distance, where he could make out Easy, an eternity and a heartbeat away.
Always. Always there, throwing tantrums and whining. Idiot girl, unable to even accept the world as it was. Couldn't she see? Couldn't she understand? Hatred, what has that ever accomplished?! What good did it ever bring?
Perhaps, he was going about this the wrong way. Perhaps, he was doing this wrong. He had always treated Easy as an adult, no matter how she screamed and stomped. Perhaps, he needed to treat her like the child she was. Maybe then, he could teach her something that she'd remember.
A slight smile, widened his face. His gaze, swirling like the smoke he inhaled, rose. And fixed on the air before him.
And suddenly, the air was occupied.
Perhaps...he needed to even the playing field. Children always did hate a compromise.
He gestured with his hand, and a door swung open. His eyes retreated down, mindless of the words thrown his way, as the being was pulled into their new home.
"Make the most of it." he whispered under his breath, even as the door swung quietly shut.
The waters of a monumental bay shiver, as the air high above shivers. The air winds between the snowy peaks bracketing the river behind it, the crackle on the wind plain to any who know how to hear it. The watery depths appear to shine, as gleaming silver flashes, deep below. Something flickers in the fathomless depths, and the flashes grow stronger. The beasts at shore pull back, and a cloud forms over the lake, all waterfowl unanimously pulling away in instinctive fear. The flashes suddenly strobe, growing painfully, as the surface of the lake screams. A great maw tears through, lurching into the air with graceless abandon, the body behind it winding through the air in pursuit of a meal.
The fowl escape freely, wheeling through the air as the beast misses, and slaps down into the waters, the great smack shattering the waters altogether, great waves forming and spilling over the banks. The beast slithers beneath the surface, one pale horn splitting the waves, as it weaves not far beneath, artlessly waiting for another chance.
And then it stops moving. The slim head pokes out of the water, oddly with nary a ripple, seemingly gazing into the air with empty eyes, the pitted cavities long rotted away. Water pours off the sleek scales, frozen and still for a long moment. It gazes sightlessly, until something interrupts its long vigil. And dives, the thrashing of its tail the only indication of it's agitation, as it whips up the bay, before sinking deep beneath once more.
@Bondo @Azrael @Wizard_Marshall @BlackHadou @Jemnite @Crow
The lonely plains of a dying grassland whip up in the breeze. The sound of the howling wind is broken only by the sound of crunching footsteps resounding though the earth, clinking bones, and the rhythmic thump of the butt of his spear impacting the dirt. A lone traveller is the only living thing to be seen for miles. Ashen flesh, broken only by the golden-grey of dying scrub moves fluidly onward, the pace both brutal and unrelenting. It is clear that the traveller has an eventual goal, but it's equally clear that the goal is nowhere nearby.
And then, he stops. Long nostrils flare in agitation, and he begins huffing short, jerking breaths. He gazes about in growing upset, body swiveling as though tracking an unseen prey. The plain grows silent, even the everpresent gust dying down, as though in wait.
The being grows still.
And slowly, looks upward and onwards at the empty blue skies far off on the horizon. And yet, his eyes dilate in shock. A craggy mouth opens, and closes, teeth tightly clenched.
A single word is spat out, chewed and struggled and pondered, a word long held close to the breast.
"Drifter."
@The LD Man
The great boughs of the forest cease shaking, the beasts and plants alike growing still. The beings living deep beneath stop, and gaze upwards at one. They feel it, the trembling in the air, the world itself shivering. They feel the times changing, the sands slipping away through their long fingers, gone evermore.
As one, they smile. And look back down. The grindstone spins faster, the acrid stench of leather growing more pungent, the sound of scraping echoing through the woods. The steel in their hands grows warmer as they clench it tighter. The armor on the racks shines in anticipation, and the arrows scream in glee, as they thud into the target dummies.
A lone figure stands. Aged he is, ancient and bitter. The scars stretch ropily across his arms, down his chest, stretching like gossamer across his back. Dark ink cracks as he flexes his muscles powerfully, a creaking power slowly warming once more.
Alone among his kind, his once-long ears lay torn upon his pale scalp. Damaged, as all things were at his age.
"There is no need to worry."
He speaks calmly, the crackling of his voice echoing clearly despite the din.
There is no response. There is no need for one.
"I shall handle our new visitors."
The tribe speaks as one.
"Go with grace."
Paper-thin eyelids close slowly.
"And with grace, I return."
@Mortifer @ILurk @God and the Snake @Nanimani @Kensai
The sky high above is warped in the wake of three, rectangular doors, stretching wider, wider, wider, the contents violently disgorged into the heavens.
And down, down, down they fall.
