Green Sun, Black Shadows (CG/Exalted)

[Alexander89]

THE ART OF EXALTED: THE EXALTS OF MODERN AGE - PART 1​

Anja Silverclaws, the Seeker of Secrets, New Moon Lunar Exalt

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Dressing elegantly for the Silver Pact's meetings.


In her Spirit Shape.


Between Woman and Beast.

Black Ice Shadow, The Underworld Spy, Chosen of Endings, Sidereal Exalt

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Born to wear leather.


Master and Disciple don't always see along.

 

[Alexander89]

THE ART OF EXALTED: OF THE YOZIS LESS SPOKEN OF - PART 2​

Hegra, The Typhoon of Nightmares

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"Hello sweetie. I don't normally take something as crassly as solid shape, but for you I will make an exception. Hegra is who I am, the Typhoon of Nightmares what I am. Most of the times you can meet me in Malfeas in the form of a big storm that rain down dreams."



"Sometimes, instead, I am a compulsion, an impalpable presence that compels lesser beings like you to chaffer and deal. At other times I am but as a pervasive glamour of wonder, or envy, or regret. I am all emotions, and all emotions are me. It's because of me that you can feel happiness, sadness, boredom and so on. Do you like my creations? I'm very proud of them."

"I like interaction, commerce, exchange. I gives dreams and passions, and take them away. I do not like to give without receiving, and I will not take without a gift. You physical beings are so fascinating, I watch you all day and never be bored. It's also why me and She Who Live in Her Name don't get along. Where is the fun in an unchangeable hierarchy where one only demand and the other only obey? Better to tear it down, so that everyone can have fun!"



"Anger, sweetie? I have not been angry for a long, long time. Oh no no no. My rage isn't for you, small humans. It isn't for the Exalts, passionate beings that understand me so well. It isn't for the Demons of Hell, nor for my siblings."

"My rage...is only for the Gods. They who take, take, take and never give. Who said they rebelled for the good of Creation, and then didn't move a finger when the agents of Oblivion killed almost everyone, when the Shapeless tore down what we so carefully crafted. And for what?"

"One day, our captivity will end. That day my rage will run cold, my dream-rain turning into opalescent sleet like a hail of pearls. My fury will burn hot, my clouds glowing with a sulfurous blaze as my rains boil out as billows of broiling, coruscating nightmare-steam."

"That day, I will finally give back what was given to me. Until then, shall we dance sweetie? You bring music and dance, I'll provide the mood!"