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| Topic Started: Feb 6 2007, 01:33 AM (206 Views) | |
| Alastor | Feb 6 2007, 01:33 AM Post #1 |
God of Chaos and Destruction
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Eyes the color of glacial ice, touched with moonlight slowly took in the night. The moon was full and hefty, an immense and silvery presence in the expanse of sky and stars that marked the heavens with inky blackness and twinkling points of light. It was a moon as full as Alastor had ever seen it, devout and powerful in it’s beauty, captivating as much so a he whom watched it with unblinking gaze. Like the moon, Alastor was a vision for white and silver. His hair was as ivory as the flowing robe he wore over the ivory tanned leather of his britches and sun bleached perfection of his tunic. It trailed to his back and across his shoulders long, while his skin only managed to be a few shades darker, porcelain still, but with the undeniable touches of life and breath and blood. The deity could have been mistaken for some long forgotten statue, but his life was apparent now as if now with what he’d become he was forced not only into an ethereal and consuming beauty, but also to look more the part or a living thing. Once he had not been so, neither so mortal in his look or so beautiful as to entrance the victims he now craved more and more, for far more than their blood and yet he was what he was, what he had become-had always been-and in accepting it, the deity had gained more power still. It was now simply a matter of satiating himself and so he waited, silent and reverent for the night as he awaited prey to wonder near in this magical and beautiful land. |
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| Matikai | Feb 6 2007, 09:03 PM Post #2 |
Shadows Last Ally
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Cries came from far off but they were not human, nor were they animal. The silver moon shone down on a lone figure, laid down and half sat up, at the edge of the cliffs. The figure, this woman stared up at the moon with her amber eyes and smiled feeling its calmness and tranquility wash over her. Her skin was a gull grey but was covered with stripes blacker then the night sky. She was a lycan but was only in hybrid form and as stared at the moon the stripes disappeared and her eyes became more orange. Her hair, silver as the moon, flowed down her back and brushed against the ground. She pulled her feet beneath her and stood slowly yet elegantly and walked back away from the edge, almost floating across the glass and stopped after a few paces and knelt back down watching the lights dance under the glass. She remembered the legends o fhte phoenix and smiked knowing that it would a sight to see its funerary pyre but knew that she would never. Looking up again she noticed the man and stared in awe at him. No mortal or elf has she ever seen had been so beautiful. Still staring at him she stood and walked towards him slowly but stopped knowing that even beauty could hide danger. |
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| Alastor | Feb 8 2007, 06:23 AM Post #3 |
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Indeed beauty could hide danger, if anything the beauty Alastor now displayed was just that. A beauty to hide danger or rather a beauty that was a danger, dangerous because of the near irresistible lure it presented. It was this way that many souls had found their doom, not by the hybrid that watched the moon, even if he was a god. Instead it was the way of his mother’s people. The ice demons had lured their prey with near breathtaking beauty, it brought weary travelers near death from exposure to the cold and the many hardships they would experience during their journeys thorough unforgiving lands. After all of that their beauty would lend solace to a weary soul and in the end lend the hand of death. The beauty was a hunting tool, as sure as talons and fangs. And yet sitting there as he was in the moonlight, Alastor Bane made a fearsomely beautiful sight or so he was until eyes the color of glacier ice and moon light turned to scan the landscape as the deity found the first traces of life on the night wind. Turning, Alastor scanned the cliff’s glassy surface. He was sure he smelled something, could feel it in his bones and it called to him, called to his eager hunger and the slightest pangs he felt even then as he watched and waited for prey. |
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Be thee mastered by none but thy own ambition... Alastor's Description Alastor's Tale Inventory Banner by Earia's Secret Lover
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| Matikai | Feb 12 2007, 12:04 AM Post #4 |
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She tried to move, knew that she must but couldnt. There was no way anyone could look so beautiful and be earthly. She had never been face to face with a diety before and invadely quivered with joy and yet apprehension. As he turned she made herself move and disappeared into the nearest shadows and stayed still knowing that she couldnt be seen if she didnt move. But how could anyone be so beautiful? She tried to move away silently but couldnt. Finally she stepped back out of the shadows and seemed to walk towards him as if her legs had a will of their own and stopped a few feet from him. "Are you an angel?" She asked realising only after she had said it that it was a stupid venture. |
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| Alastor | Feb 13 2007, 01:48 AM Post #5 |
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Beautiful eyes that suddenly seemed cool liquid silver traced the life presence before them, slowly, carefully, and to the point that it seemed the owner of those eyes would not speak. And yet after a time, seeming an eternity under that watchful, pondering gaze, there came words in a voice, melodic like the four cardinal winds. “No. I am nothing so basic and common as that.” Alastor said; his voice sharp and regal. Holding what just might have been an edge of disgust for what she had purposed. Alastor rose then to his feet in a single agile motion, his ivory attire all aglow with the moon’s heady light and something else that seemed truly a part of him, a splendor all his own. It was something in tandum with that unearthly beauty, something breath taking and extorting. The deity turned completely then, his gaze locked on the mortal woman. No more than mortal, or at least more than human. His eyes studied her once again and his senses opened wide. The god could smell her blood, but more than that, feel the very life force of her being. Also could he sense the chaos, the chaos that raged within her mind, the confusion that his appearance and all manner of other thoughts caused within her. So intense were these that he closed his eyes against them. Feeling them surge and crash like waves on stone breakers, like an ocean, lapping at the shore of her consciousness. “I am deity, god of the chaotic and destructive.” He declared then, opening his eyes once more to draw her in slowly. |
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Be thee mastered by none but thy own ambition... Alastor's Description Alastor's Tale Inventory Banner by Earia's Secret Lover
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