| The Land of Avalon is a freeform medieval/fantasy roleplaying site loosely based on Arthurian lore. Avalon is home to many friendly members, administrators, and position holders, most of whom are always willing to RP, no matter how new a person might be to the site. With a large shop system full of various spells, items, and equipment no two characters are the same. With character races ranging from elves and humans to dragons, chimeras, and demons Avalon welcomes a wide range of races and RP skill levels. From the Northern Lands holding word limits suited for beginners to the West for the more advanced, no one is too inexperienced to join in on the fun. With a variety of deities and elemental guardians, kings and nobility to pledge to (or oppose) there is no shortage of roleplaying opportunity. Avalon is full of great members and staff with a great sense of humor, friendly welcomes, and a love for roleplaying. Avalon invites you to experience the magic, today! |
| Ode To Seduction | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Sep 10 2008, 12:15 PM (126 Views) | |
| Aenarion | Sep 10 2008, 12:15 PM Post #1 |
A Dieing soul
|
Aenarions search thus far had been unfruitful. It was like Brand had wandered into oblivion or something... Perhaps he had. He caught himself thinking bitterly, he hated wasting time what with only two or three days left to search. He had more scars than he had left home with, that was to be sure, and his patience was fraying. Everyone had gone home that was going to, he and a man that appeared to be homeless were all that was left. He lay unconcious in the corner, drunken into stuppor, in a pool of alcohol mixed with vomit. The place stunk terribly every time the wind blew outside and slipped through the cracks in the wall. Still, it had that simple feel about it, that touch that made all worries go away until you thought hard on them. Nothing, it seemed, could cheer his mood, other than the pipe he had taken up smoking in one hand, and the flask in the other. He found that smoking leaves could be soothing, but they did funny things to the mind, more than once he could have sworn a dragon was flying overhead. He would surely stop, but for now it seemed soothing and innocent. His feet were propped up on the table, his chair on two feet, he toyed at balancing on one out of boredom and the inability to sleep. He had run out of money a long time ago, it turns out it actually take some to have things. While he wasn't a thief, he felt like pouring himself another drink wouldn't be too big of a deal, so sat upright, and left his seat. Hopping over a small, thin wall he looked around like he would get caught. With a grin, uncorked the barrel sitting in a hole going from the brewing area to this room long enough for him to fill his flask back up, and a few mugs so he didn't have to make more trips. He mused at doing something interesting this night, something worth staying up for. Sadly though, there was nothing, no company other than a far gone man in the corner. No matter, he thought, chances are he would find little more than stutters and dim witted replies coming from him. He put his things behind the thin wall, his weapons, backpack, and everything he carried with him and went back to his seat. The town seemed so weak, small, and simple that no one would waste their time to cause trouble here, so he needed none of his weapons. What seemed long hours ticked by, actually only minutes, without a single thought outside of Mira. He thought about her, her eyes, her smile, the way she took care of him. It made his heart flutter to think that she would marry him and they would have a family. To think he had strong enough legs to stand when she kissed him. It was that unexplainable feeling that you want to explain so bad. But there were no words for it, and no way to quell the raw love and lust which cursed him in this far-away-from-home place. What about children, he thought. He would have an all new life fashioned from the love of someone so kind. The thought that they had both used to be a form of murderer was ironic at least. She seemed far too nice to do such things. Had she killed a pregnant woman before? A child? He didn't know, he didn't want to know for the life of him. That part of her life would have no part of their new life. Their life together. Aenarion was a huge man, he normally towered above crowds when he would wish to be unseen. Now he wore elegant clothes as if to tell people he had money, and he was important. This was effective in it's purpose, no one bothered him or questioned him, and he seemed regal. His muscular arms and weapons helped with that, the only thing off-putting was the fact he carried his own things. However, it was with a certain humble quality that said "I am noble, but noone does my work for me." Admirable to say the least, if only it were true. Instead, he was a low-class man who found things and sold them as he could at the best price possible. He was no merchant by any (decent) standards, but he put bread on the table. He supposed he'd have to find work in the Cloudsweep peaks somewhere. His clothing was blue for the most part, it being his favorite color. Even his boots were blue, a royal blue in fact. He kept them polished due to the fact that, while the order didn't exist any longer, he was still a knight. Ironic, how things turn out. His eyes were lazy this night. He found nothing particularly attractive to look at, nothing interesting. He had attempted counting floor boards, even that was considered fun in light of his situation. A candle was lit before his flask and his mugs, his pipe burned in the night, being the only other source of light. Outside of the glowing of the candle, was darkness other than the small amount of light the moon and stars offered. Still, being an elf, he could see in such conditions. It had something to do with seperate types of sight. He had been told that at night, instead of blue eyes, they were brown, as if they were melting into the darkness. "Well." He said out loud, just to get the ring of silence out of his ears. "At least I know where Conundrum is. He's grown old, though, and has a family too. He didn't know where Brand was either however. Perhaps the lycanthrope had died of age some where along the line. I had forgotten about that whole age thing.. But he had told me that because he was niether dog nor man, he could age to be up to the point where the magic keeping him alive wore off. Such is the magic of conjuration..." He mumbled to himself in the night. |
|
Updated Character Profile Aenarion's Inventory 
| |
 |
 
|
| Ashiban | Sep 11 2008, 07:07 AM Post #2 |
Child of perdition, daughter of sin ~Ashiban
|
She viewed herself as a panther in the night coming to her favorite hunting grounds. Here entrance was impressive, not going through the door but spinning up strands of shadow from the ground and forming behind everyone. She was cloaked in her old black robe. The hood over her head covering her eyes so that only her deep red lips and sharp chin could be visible. The black gloves on her hands kept her pale skin from being seen as she sulked out from the darkness. Her dress cut low and she did not bother to hide her chest. She was a seductress by nature, a killer by trade. Glancing at the man in the corner of the room she smiled here full appearance almost like a little red riding hood in black as she walked through the tables. Her cloak fluttered behind her like the cape of an bounty hunter one his chase. Picking up speed she went at the man and picked him up by the neck. Did she know this man...absolutely not, but she was very angry and he was the first person she spotted in this hell hole. Slamming him into the wall he came into consciousness but was not to happy once he was there. Big saucer like eyes looked at her as his hands wrapped around her wrists. "You better hope you have some gold among those tattered rages or you will never see another sunrise." The man just gasped, apparently he had nothing on him. That was okay she didn't care, ale didn't help her anyway. Turning her head quickly she looked over to the other male with the mugs of ale and dropped the beggar to the ground. Stepping closer she was followed by the sent of dried roses, the flowers of the dead. A scent that was faint and still calming in an uncomfortable way. Pulling her hood down she let the black curls free to roll over her shoulders as she shook her head. Deep purple eyes meet the strangers and a devious smile crossed her face. Her red lips and the red marking on her chest were the only colors on her flesh. No shade of life in her face, but more the color of a porcelain dolls skin. Pointing a finger at him she let he finger extend into a long black blade and with a cold tone she asked him. "What about you, any gold for a lovely lady who needs amber poison to drown in false hope?" |
 Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. Taste of my Fire and fall for my Lust. //Inventory//Theme Song//Journal//Angels// | |
|
|
|
| Aenarion | Sep 11 2008, 09:28 AM Post #3 |
|
A Dieing soul
|
He watched the display with a slight sadistic nature. Deep down, he wished she would, but she hadn't. In fact, she approached him, begging him for money. He had none. "Nome." He answered briefly, a short and disrespectful way to say no ma'am. Like she lacked the importance to be addressed fully. Unconciously, he was egging her on, he was bored in this terrible town with these dull people. He could probably place all of his money on the idea that the most interesting to happen here was a mine collapse. After so many years, that would become a daily thing. He'd much rather be on the move, but one looked suspicious on the road at night. The woman was clearly magical, clearly strong, both willed and physically. She seemed like the type of person to prey on the weak rather than someone who knew what they were doing. Lucky for him he knew all too well what he was doing. Still though, he took time to admire her features. A little too gothic, but he supposed it fit her purposes. The dress revealed an aweful lot of skin, and he found himself almost embarrassed to be looking. As long as you don't touch it's okay, admiring is never a bad thing. He thought to himself as his eyes rested on her own. A glance at the man in the corner told him he was okay, and after coming to his senses, he decided that was a good thing. His eyes locked with hers, studying only her current emotion which seemed to be looking for trouble. Bad place to look in his opinion. She stalked towards him and her finger seemed to sharpen into a blade. That got his attention, but yet, he did not leave his chair. It would take him all of two seconds to be miles away with all his things, he knew. Traveling would be much easier if he used the void for his purposes, but he prefered to leave it alone for the most part. While it was magic for him, something he could control, it was like a fire in the hearth waiting for a mistake. Luckily for him, mistakes with magic rarely happened wilst using the void, he made sure of it. Rarely did he take the risk of uncontained void, like Amaz had done and inadvertantly died, rather, been banished. He had no time to spare for demons, not even this one. "Lower your.. Weapon." He told her equally uncaring. |
|
Updated Character Profile Aenarion's Inventory
| |
|
|
|
| Ashiban | Sep 11 2008, 10:08 AM Post #4 |
|
Child of perdition, daughter of sin ~Ashiban
|
"Oh, la a bold one I see, I don't know yet if that was smart or foolish, care to test it?" Her voice had softened a little but she still just felt angry. Why she was even angry she could not say. It was completely random just like most of the world but that was perfectly okay. Slowly her finger returned to normal and she lowered her hand. Why didn't she just kill him, spill some blood. That would have been very nice for her, she needed to do something bad today. She had yet to break some rules and she could not be an angel less light take her over. Putting a hand on her hip she tilted her head to the side slightly and raised a thin eyebrow. What did he think he was, experience told her he was the weaker sex that was what he was in all reality. He was not a daemon, nor was he as horrible as her, and she could be horrible, so what gave him the idea that he could tell her what to do? "Interesting man you are, afraid of a girl defeating you...or are you just a unice and wish to keep what little dignity you have?" This was always a fun game, how long dose it take before they snap and try to kill you game. She did love to ruffle the feathers of countless people. How fun they were when they made their angry faces. It made her laugh and want to pat them on the back...just after killing them of course. Putting a hand down on the table she leaned in closer, she had not been so occupied over trying to rile him up that she had not noticed that familiar glint in his eyes. Almost without warning she smiled and got very close to him. "There nice aren't they, best of all their perky and smooth, unlike my personality. Well I have to make up for that ugliness inside somehow." What would his reaction be now, oh she did want to see the look on his face as she brought her perversion into the conversation if it could be called that. interesting fellow indeed, well not really, he was like so many men she had meet but that was okay. |
|
Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. Taste of my Fire and fall for my Lust. //Inventory//Theme Song//Journal//Angels// | |
|
|
|
| Aenarion | Sep 11 2008, 12:03 PM Post #5 |
|
A Dieing soul
|
He watched her finger turn back to normal without answering her question. She seemed to appraise him for a moment, size him up so to speak. A dangerous grin came to his face, formed from every word she spoke, as if making her very thoughts a mockery for all who hear them. She proceeded to ask another question, and again he did not answer. It didn't really matter in the scheme of things, but her play at bravado was amusing at least, making his grin come into a fruition. She talked of her breasts next, she had seen his eyes, he hadn't hidden anything. His grin did not falter. "The bodice of a whore is never all that smooth my dear." He told her insultingly. "I imagine you don't even request pay. None-the-less, I am not here to feed your fire succubus." He said to her, lifting his glass to finish it off before setting it down off to the side. Mentally he took note of how many were left, that had been the plan. See how much he could drink before passing out, she had ruined that fun for him, and offered an all new kind of thing. While he normally avoided a fight, it seemed this was inevitable, she was a woman who needed attention, clearly. His back stiffened in his chair as he belched from the finished mug. And then, in a similar way to how she came in, he disappeared. When he entered the living world, he sat in another chair on the other side of the room. How amusing would it be to play this game all night. She could try to kill him and he could evade everything. Still, he did not want her too close to him, a small precaution, one she would take for cowardice. Such was the way demons thought. "Dignity doesn't have anything to do with it darling. Particularly when there are no sober people here to watch what happens. You will have a real hard time getting anything from me though, I can assure you that much. No money, evidently I am weak to you, and I am not really in to the filth that crawls from the cracks in this world. No matter how many petals you crush to make yourself smell, to some degree, like a woman of evil, you will stink of the garbage in the alleys of Avalon. To those whom you lay with, you are nothing but a tool as I am sure they are the same way to you. Then again, your a demon, your stubborn, probably predictable too." The grin had disappeared from his face now, his jaw set itself for what was to come. Would she try to strike him? It was all too possible, however, he had a lot more to lose than she did. She was an outcast, not accepted, and it appeared she wanted it that way. No one wanted to make friends with a person likely to kill you on a whim. It was ironic how she most likely drove well meaning people off and kept the ilk happy with her body. By her words and her dress, he could size her up easily. She felt dominant in any situation he could wager, and strong. But was she always? Was there a small crack in her defenses that she hides behind? "Thank you for removing the boredom this night seemed to draw in. Drinking alone is never a favored event in my book. However, that's why your here, to make some sot miserable, or to fill that burning need that is just never satisfied." He stated to her thoughtfully. |
|
Updated Character Profile Aenarion's Inventory
| |
|
|
|
| Ashiban | Sep 12 2008, 07:36 AM Post #6 |
|
Child of perdition, daughter of sin ~Ashiban
|
She let her face become as expressionless as stone as the man made the comment. Whore, she was never, and just the fact that he assumed she was made her all that much more angry. The urge to just slap him was so great but before she could move he was gone. Turning around she saw him again in another chair. A smile struck her face and she thought about his little act, not so impressive to her since she knew how it was done. "whore, what makes you think I am that, why not a saint or just another girl in a tavern who had a bad day. That and I am no succubus, they are bottom feeders and i hate them with a fiery passion. Never would I stoop to their stupidity." She took a few steps in his direction, so many things she could do to him, so little time. A stream of shadow slipped up from the floorboard like a serpent and twisted around his leg moving up to his neck. It did not strangle him or even hold him, it just slithered over him like a black mamba. Now she could walk up to his table. Her cloak nearly snagged on a table next to her as she strolled up to him. Pulling out the seat across from him she sat down. Leaning near him she waved her hand over the shadows and it turned to black smoke rising up into the air before vanishing. "I have not a need for anything you can give me, what do you think I am?" It hurt her that people always assumed she came for something. Most of the time she did but then again she had no reason to take from him. He was already sinful if not now in his past. Folding her hands up she placed them in front of her and raised an eyebrow to him. What a strange man, he could use magic, at least he was something of a useful pawn in her game called existence. That fiery anger in her was not dieing down and his words did not help her anger. Unless he was shooting for death he was failing at whatever it was he was trying to accomplish. No one threatened her, no one spooked her, she was to cold to care what others had to say. Some slay daemons, she laughed at them, others were holly men, she said they were denying the truth. |
|
Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. Taste of my Fire and fall for my Lust. //Inventory//Theme Song//Journal//Angels// | |
|
|
|
| Aenarion | Sep 12 2008, 09:40 AM Post #7 |
|
A Dieing soul
|
When something floated around his neck, he grunted, but it was far from suprising. He had expected something like that to occur. "Just another girl doesn't come in the darkness and threaten a man who cowers in a corner. No person is a saint, and if I am right, and you are a demon, then what else do you do differently than a succubus? But oh well..." He said, clasping his hands together as if to end the conversation. He knew it wouldn't. "If you have no need to be here, there is the door." He pointed at the broken down, probably rotten door. "Or you can drift elsewhere." He made a dismissive gesture, stood, and walked across the room, back to his table. Before sitting, he took a sip from a mug he hadn't touched yet. On the bright side, he thought, the room was warm. His clothes would suffice in keeping him warm for the night, along with the brew. One day, he would pay the owner of the inn back somehow. Maybe with money if he could come across something. His eyes fell on her again, she thought herself better than all others, and that was obvious. She openly displayed her perversion and turned around to say she was smart. Intelligence uneducated was like silver in a mine he thought to himself. Most demons, though, had the ability to be extremely intelligent. Though most fell short heavily because of their short term goals and lack of forethought. He had his prejudices, but was it really fair to those creatures? Many humans disliked elves because of their ways. But, that was different also. Elves didn't raid towns and kill people near as often as demons did. He doubted that after Kiokus' brief war that was, again, lacking in forethought, demons would ever be truely accepted anymore. At one point, he too had been open about such things, but too many run ins had taught him better. To this day, never had he met a daemon of good intention, or with any intention delving outside of how to please oneself. It sickened him that such creatures existed, and he had yet to understand quite why they existed. Any outer force that had any care for the world would rid them of existance. That fell back to the fact that there were no true gods. She could teleport, extend her nails, conjure things, and she had a sharp tongue. She had spent far too much time trying to do other unimportant things for her to have anything that wasn't egotistical going on inside. Arrogance in it's finest, but it made him feel like bile would rise into his mouth to vomit. She was not the only foul creature on this soil that was malicious. There were so many just like her, and it was impossible to combat him he had found hundreds of years ago. All you can do is defend yourself and those around you when the time comes, when people like her entered the room. No, he knew better than to think she was a woman having a bad day. |
|
Updated Character Profile Aenarion's Inventory
| |
|
|
|
| Ashiban | Sep 12 2008, 10:10 AM Post #8 |
|
Child of perdition, daughter of sin ~Ashiban
|
"I told you I was having a bad day didn't I? Most women do hurt people on their bad days, it is called a matriarchal society where women are on top...my kind of society...only I am the only woman in it. Anyways, I am a daemon so would in not be more costmary that I ruffle some feathers everywhere I go...such as yours dear boy." He must have wanted her to go now from the looks of it, but since she was annoying to him she rather stay. Maybe once she came back to her senses she could have a intelligent conversation, but as of now the daemon in her just wanted to see how angry she could get him to be. "Do you have a lady friend, because most married men usually tend to try and ignore me. It's the whole loyalty to one lover. What is that all about? What is the point to that? I mean why have a pretty thing like that sitting around the house, buy a plant instead, at least they don't complain. Stupid human women, all they are good for is having more humans, worthless if you ask me." If she was right and he had a lover then that should send him into a fit. She could hardy wait for his reaction. It was always like a mental game of cat and mouse...or better yet, chess. She loved that game a great deal and she was good at it. When she was Death that was the game that they all played. Funny how it resembled the way humans lived their life. Like little pawns in a gods game, silly little beings, so clueless. "The difference between me and hells whors by the way is that I have class and a reason to be, they are just born of men’s desires. I was born of all sin, basically I am one big mixing boll of hatred, evil and everything with spice and sugar." It was more like venom and acid but that was okay, it was close enough. Both sugar and acid burned through teeth, and spice could be a poison to people who were allergic to it. |
|
Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. Taste of my Fire and fall for my Lust. //Inventory//Theme Song//Journal//Angels// | |
|
|
|
| Aenarion | Sep 12 2008, 12:18 PM Post #9 |
|
A Dieing soul
|
In the demon realm, there was only chaos, and he knew that, he'd been there at one point. There was no lord or patriarch or matriarch, merely those that called themselves lords. His jaw set with something similar to anger. She had touched that spot lightly, but she was allowed her views. He grunted, and saw no harm in answering her questions, as they were various. Curious for someone clearly older than a child, he thought. "She and I are to be wed at the end of this week. You do not match her beauty, so there is nothing disloyal about it. I am not a perfect man, but she is the only woman I could ever lust for." He told her firmly. "I can't answer your other questions because I do not know either. Once you get tired of moving about, hurting people, amongst other things, you just want to settle down. Nothing is wrong with living a quiet life." He added, already knowing she wouldn't understand at this time. Niether of them could possibly know that life was developing inside of her, and that she too might find something to hold on to as dearly as her own life. Being a demon, he doubted it, but it was still possible, everything is if the moment is right. Once again he sipped from his mug, the sip turned into a gulp and then several gulps, before he could think all of the contents had slid down his throat. The burning in his stomach and then the heat that spread through his body told him instantly it was starting to have an affect on him. He glanced down at the three emptied steins and his empty flask. It was a habit he had never planned on picking up again, and had actually sworn to stop after getting married the first time. In fact, he had made several promises he couldn't manage to keep, but he was young then. Now he had experience, he knew better than all that, he knew if he made similar promises this time, he had to keep them no matter what. He had had many lovers along the way, some for only a few days, some for weeks. Rarely had it gone over a month because he was frequently moving about. Nights where he had felt lonely and sought the company of another lonely woman came to mind. That was all behind him now, though, now he had Mira to spend his cold nights. Never again would he feel lonely, after this trip was done anyway. His good looking clothes seemed to him more dull in the presence of this lady. He had worn them in an attempt to keep people off of his back and then she had come along. Now she seemed more than happy to stay, and he truely didn't have a choice for the most part. Not without endangering the man in the corner, a quick glance flicked his way. The man must have fallen back to sleep with the impression that her waking him was a nightmare. At least he isn't snoring, Aenarion thought. He yawned, another side effect of not sleeping and being unable to get sleep. Anyone else walking in the common room of this inn would be almost unable to see her under such dim lighting. Being an elf though, light didn't matter all that much, for the nerves in his eyes adapted far faster than a human. Another reason for them to dislike his kind, he supposed. He picked both mugs up and the Diamond flask, then set them down next to the keg, filling them each up before returning to his seat again. "Best drink it before it stales." He said outloud in a less-than-pleased at himself tone. |
|
Updated Character Profile Aenarion's Inventory
| |
|
|
|
| Ashiban | Sep 12 2008, 09:43 PM Post #10 |
|
Child of perdition, daughter of sin ~Ashiban
|
He went on talking about how after so long you just want to settle down and love one person your whole life. Ash had tried that once when she believed somehow that she wanted to settle down. What a fool she had been, true love was a lie, and she knew it from first hand. "Women grow old my dear boy, they lose their appeal, men grow weak, they lose their attraction. You need to settle down, but I am the lucky one. I can be free and wild throughout eternity. Never having to slow down or start up families. Yes once I tried out of curiosity but my lover died because I am an animal deep down and the urge to kill is always there. I have found love is a lie, being humble is a lie, and humanity is a lie. Deep down we are just all animals and our urge is to mate with all we can." She did enjoy the fact that she was a beast of hell, and not cut out for finding a life time mate and giving him offspring. She would be so unhappy in that life, it amazed her that human women wanted to do that. She was never lonely even if she was always alone. A solitary beast by nature she preferred the company of weak minded individuals. Such individual's were humans. Grabbing the mug she looked at the amber liquid knowing it had no affect on her body. She mind as well drink water, but it was the idea that count. Taking a sip she set it down, the taste was not her favorite, wine was more of her poison. "So what then, now that you are getting married, your going to have babies, maybe sons that in years from now I get to torment. Come on...you know it is true. I don’t need children to go throughout the years. I never age so therefore i can always visit grate grandchildren of those I have encountered in my lifetime. I think that is where the gods made me better then you. My immortality will leave me to be forever young and beautiful so that we need not follow the slow that of humans and fill this world up with more worthless children." |
|
Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. Taste of my Fire and fall for my Lust. //Inventory//Theme Song//Journal//Angels// | |
|
|
|
| Aenarion | Sep 13 2008, 03:50 AM Post #11 |
|
A Dieing soul
|
Freedom was a great thing indeed, something that wasn't free but worth paying for with all you had. He never, could never, believe that love was how she put it, it was yet another of her opinions, the many she held that she thought was so revolutional but that everyone should know. But the unoriginality of each of her thoughts resounded in his head with the hundreds of other voices that had said the same thing. She was right about women and men growing old, but it would be very slow for him, and slow for his wife as well, as soon as they found out how to keep her alive as long as he. While his body aged to live each century, his soul had lived longer than Avalon, his mind stretched across thousands of years, tens of thousands. Going back to walking circles around the world... The thought sickened him, he had done it for a hundred or more years and it had become evident that it was pointless. Sure, good had come out of it from time to time, but the world did not need him to keep it safe. It had the so called guardians whoms lives had faded into legend, and in another hundred or so years, into mythology. The elders were still traversing about the world, but he had yet to see one of them stand against the tyranny of darkness. No, it was obvious that man had to defend itself, the dominion of humans was obvious, and demons like her were but a parasite. No matter what she did, it would be impossible to stop humans from ruling, for this was their world. Creatures like her, and him, had come from outer worlds that did not truely belong here. The fact that his had been destroyed, to his knowledge anyway, was no relief. Though he had never found out exactly how Archaon was able to make himself another being, for he too was Archaon. Such things had happened frequently in the past. Archaon, Rage, and other beings had come of him. IT was like all of his past lives could live if he was alive in this one. But they had only the minds of the time they survived, and he had the minds of all. He awoke from his thoughts as she lifted a mug. "How could you know we all have such urges? Humans are complex beings, their opinions change rapidly while our mindset remains the same for a very long time. While woman grow old, so do men, their opinions on beauty change to match their age a large portion of the time." He stated to her, matter-of-factly. She spoke again, of his children this time, unborn children that had yet to come into being. He was about to get angry, but he stopped himself, he did not want to let her get satisfaction. "My children will grow quickly and age slowly. I will teach them how to defend themselves against those like you, they will inherit the void which I have discovered alternate of Avalon. Not only that, but I will remain as long as I so choose to in this world, a gift to me by such void, and to all those whom follow me and call me father. So you may try to torment my children, and great grand children. But be warned." He said to her sternly. She would not believe that they could defend themselves from her "power". He knew that, and was unworried by such knowledge, for she would never come across his children. She will have no name to ask for in her search, and the chance that she come across them at random would be slim to none. She would have more luck finding the spec of copper inside an enormous block of iron. |
|
Updated Character Profile Aenarion's Inventory
| |
|
|
|
| Ashiban | Sep 13 2008, 06:58 AM Post #12 |
|
Child of perdition, daughter of sin ~Ashiban
|
She smiled at his little rants, mindless as usual. "Humans are in no way complicated, they are just as any other animals do. They live just for the purpose to survive and pass on their genetics." No matter how long he had lived she had lived longer. From the moment life came to this world so did Death. She had always been here and always would, no one had to grant her that, it just was. Who knew humanity better then Death, you tend to see the true beast in the last flickers of their life, and she had seen the truth so many times. "Dear boy, gifted by the void...I am the void, hells insatiable beast. I feel from grace and was reborn through the void...and fire, and shadows...most of all human sin, no everyone’s sin. Daemons tend to be created to fit the weaknesses of man, and I am just that, man's weakness. I assure you no one is safe from a daemon, especially one in the right hands such as myself." Leaning back she looked at the homeless rat curl up holding his empty bottle like a child holds its stuffed bear. Forever children they were, all of them like eternal infants. They never live long enough to become truly interesting, only sad. Fixing her hair a little she though about what he had said. That as you age your views of beauty changed, but if that were so then why had she seen so many old men marry young wives of fifteen when the men were fifty. Your views never changed, you just learned to silence them a little more. Still that ape always snuck up on you and the animal had to come out sometime. Wars, were a good example of this, like gorilla’s in the forest they fought mindlessly over something that they could never own. What a silly concept to her that they waist their time on things such as that. She was not complaining, wars did feed the empty bellies of those in the darkness, in the void, of hell, of the pit, the abyss. It was like nutrition to the worms underground, only in all reality they were not underground, they were just next door. |
|
Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. Taste of my Fire and fall for my Lust. //Inventory//Theme Song//Journal//Angels// | |
|
|
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · The Dwarves to Giants Inn · Next Topic » |
3:06 PM Mar 19
