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Post by lithillia on Jul 25, 2012 5:47:07 GMT -8
Lithillias eyes darted to the advancing soldiers and her mind whispered a soft 'no'. This was wrong, they should not do this to her. She was innocent, of sorts, she had not on purpose hurt Dachande, she would never.... “No...” she whispered, her eyes moving to look on the still form of the human male. Slowly she regained her old former self. The daze she had been in started to clear up, and things started to make more sense.
The soldiers, they would not stop nor give her any leeway if they got a hold of her. They would not give her any slack and thus disobey the direct order, and if this situation would not only strengthen their resolve even more in the matter by having their leader lying immobilized on the floor.
“NO!” she shouted out to them, refusing to give in as she gathered the captain would expect her too do. The kamael changed her pose, the whit dress covering her frame, the beauty of her face and entire being clashed with the rage her blood red eyes radiated. She had no weapon, nothing but her self to defend and attack with, but fueled on Kuros soul she would not need such for to get away. A swift though rushed through her mind, images of her slaughtering down the soldiers, that she had become friends with. A display with so colorful and vivid pictures played behind her eyes of how she would lay them all to waste, spilling their red blood to cover everything in the tent.
A cold shiver shot down her spine. She did not want it, yet she felt the urge for to do as her body seemed trained for such deeds. She had to hold back, she did not want to hurt anyone of them. She could, but she did not want to. She focused even harder, eyes squinted, daring the soldier closest to her. It had been just matters of seconds, and their confidence surprised her a bit. They did not seem to feel any real fear to approach her like this, even if they had seen what she could do. She had trained with them... she know what they could do... did she not?
Lithilla shot out a palm and felt it hit the first soldier smack in the middle of his face, she quickly disarmed him while dodging a incoming attack from the side. The sting from sharp steel cutting her flesh on the over arm made her his and the instant reaction was to grab the guilty part and threw him into the crowd in front. Her own blood colored the white fabric of the gown, and a slight growl escaped her throat. Again her mind worked full speed, calculating the scene and knew just what she had to do.
Her heart pounded in her chest, the adrenaline working her into a frenzy. Her crimson orbs rimmed with the dark soul energy, and she crouched down getting ready to do a wing boosted jump over the men and women that stood in her way. The soar through the air was a quick flight, and she body rammed into the last few at the exit. Tumbling with them she rolled a few times before standing up the dress now also stained with the dirt from the ground. The pale face and the white locks of hair, that half way covered her eye, made the pose look more dramatic than she meant it to be. The soldiers turned to quickly face her, and with a scoffed breath she darted out of the tent.
Her legs moved her fast over the ground. Familiar tents blurred when she moved past them, leaving the camp behind. Angry cries followed her, but she did not look back just yet. Run faster... They will not let you get away with this... Lithillia didn’t know if she was still breathing, or if she was holding the breath ever since the last powerfull jump. Her chest ached, and a pressure was building up inside. Faster...Faster! The skirt of her dress had ripped all the way up to her thigh. She could not remember how it had happened, but the bare legs were followed by the trail of long dirty white cloth now. The evening was definitely over. The magical moment never happened. The enjoyable turned into that of disaster and she tried to remember everything but all she could see was Dachande on the ground and how his eyes have had this way of looking at her.
She did not stop until she was sure she could not recognize the place that surrounded her. Tall trees with thick trunks was all around her, and the scent was completely different.
Her lungs pumped the air in and out in a fast pace. It hurt, it felt like she would bleed internally, but she was in good health. The ruined dress was a pitiful sight, and reminded of how terribly wrong it all had turned out. Her arm still bleed, but it was nothing she bothered with taking care of right now. Lithillia leaned her back onto the rough surface of a tree, and slid down to sit. What was she do to now? Where could she go?
The kamael rested the back of her head onto the trunk and let out a shivered breath. Kekropus... could she go to him? Explain it all... maybe be given an explanation in return. What had happened. What had she done to Dachande? The breath turned into uneven sighs and shivers, she covered her face with her hands. The pain in her chest grew, and it felt like she was going to implode of sorrow. Slowly the breathing changed into slow sobs, and in the dark forest the kamael, a weapon of destruction, cried her brave tears.
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Post by Kuros on Jul 27, 2012 20:28:33 GMT -8
**** Nightmare - Outer Layer**** "Murderer...."
Kuros turned at the voice and stepped over the corpse of the priest that he just slew. "Oh?" Came the feigned response of surprise. "Tell me Cardinal, is this any different than what we have been doing to those who learned the truth?"
"What are you getting at knight." The cardinal's voice boomed through the chapel atrium. He spoke to Kuros in the same manner as if a superior addressed a subordinate. His efforts were only rewarded with a vicious sneer from the younger knight.
"Of the dark secret that the Church has tried to bury beneath all the lies and hypocrisies it has spewed since Shunaiman took power to form his precious Holy Empire." Kuros advanced closer and closer, his silver blade dripping with the blood of its vanquished foe.
"You are a delusional child. A wretch like you wouldn't understand. We've brought order to our people, we brought prosperity! We've saved us from damnation!"
Again Kuros laughed at the hypocrisy of it all. "Is that what you tell yourself every night, Cardinal?" His advance stopped just before the elder. His silver armor which once shone with Einhasad's blessed light was now a dull gray hue, a sign to the Cardinal that he has already broken his covenant with the Goddess of Creation. "You say we save others from damnation, yet we burn those who don't agree with the ideology of the faith. How is this any different from what I've done?"
The old man narrowed his eyes, it was clear he was losing his patience, but what burned him the most was the fact that it was one of his own knights that challenged him. "Look at yourself boy. Look at what your lack of faith has done already, you've become tainted. The darkness of Gran Kain has already festered in your heart and soul."
"How amusing, that is what this pitiful fool said before he tried to cleanse me." Kuros pointed back to the corpse of the priest and then faced off against the cardinal once more. "But the truth is, your Holiness, I believe that darkness was already there, don't you think? Afteral are we not His children?"
"Blasphemy!" The word was said with the conviction of a true fanatic who could see and would not allow himself to see anything else.
"Is it truly?" Kuros' gaze wandered over to the winged statue of Einhasad. "Do you believe she even cares?" His gaze fell on the man again. "Before all of this..." He waved his hand in a wide arch, "We were hated by the gods, we were dirt. Your precious Einhasad did nothing to come down from the heavens when the Giants ruled over us. Only after their fall and our independence from the Elves, when we rose from the filth we lived in and took dominion she sends her Angels to win us over. Her agenda is no different than the so called darkness you claim she saved us from."
"Boy, stop this nonsense now and put down your sword. You don't know what you are doing." The Cardinal approached the knight carefully. "You are confused, I understand that. We all have our own doubts of faith, but what you are doing is a mistake. Let me help you...let me save you."
The voice sounded sincere, almost. However Kuros was no fool, he knew what his holiness was up to. The strike came quickly, his sword flashed silver as he arched his swing and took the man's hand. He was rewarded with an ear splitting shriek. The knight closed the distance in rather quickly and brought his sword down before taking hold of the Cardinal by the shoulder to lean in. "I don't want to be saved..." He whispered into the man's ear and waited long enough for the words to sink in. Then, he thrust the blade froward and ran him through.
The moment was both exhilarating and liberating. Kuros felt like he has shattered the chains that held him prisoner in a world of lies and hypocrisy. He felt the warm wash of the cardinal's blood on his hands, he felt the tremors that rocked his body as his life spilled all over the chapel floor, staining it. Kuros pulled the blade back and simply let the man fall back. Then he just stood there, with a stone mask for an expression and watched him die.
"Kuros, what have you done?" The voice belonged to that of a female and the young knight turned to see her standing in the doorway, flanked by a group of knights.
"I..." For the first time since he turned from the faith, Kuros hesitated. Why did it have to be her? Why now? He didn't want her to see this, he wanted to find her alone, to take her with him, away from all of this. Too late now. His eyes narrowed as he reminded himself once more that what he did was right. "I freed myself." His tone of voice turned from hesitation to hardened steel. Yet from the look on the priestess' face it was clear she was shocked and mostly horrified. When the initial shock wore off she broke into a run and dashed over to the fallen Cardinal to look him over. Kuros did nothing to stop her.
"You....you killed him." She proclaimed after her inspection and looked up at her beloved.
"I did....and that one as well." The knight stepped back to reveal another corpse laying in a pool of its own blood. His voice held no emotion, no sign of remorse or explanation for his actions.
"Why?" She questioned in disbelief, "why would you commit such a horrid act?"
"Horrid?" He arched his brow and regarded the priestess. "How is this any different than from what I've already been doing? The only difference is that this time I didn't kill in Einhasad's name." The priestess' face paled, all color from her face drained at those words. Kuros could see her struggle with denial and the fact of what he just told her. "You sound surprised." His voice carried out to her when she didn't respond at first.
"Those you killed were monsters and demon worshipers, they served powers that would seek to enslave and destroy us." The priestess finally managed to muster some will to speak.
"Perhaps that may have been true, but is this any different from the power we serve? We are her pawns she would use us to gain dominion over the world. Einhasad cares not for any of us, we aren't her children, all of this that you know is nothing more than a lie that we allowed ourselves to be blinded by." The words Kuros spoke held venom in them and they reached the priestess loud and clear. He has turned his back on the faith.
The tears that formed in her eyes glittered in the candlelight. She wept for what was happening and could not continue.
"You weep for them?" The question and the way it was spoken held another edge of cold steel, perhaps a bit more than Kuros wanted to give.
"No..." She barely whispered. "I weep for you.....for us."
"Then come with me, let's leave this place. We can start anew, away from this nightmare." The knight walked over to her, and extended his hand to her, but the moment his shadow fell upon her she cringed. He paused when she looked up at him, her tears now flowed freely.
"I can't....." She slowly crawled away from him, "Kuros, you have taken a path that I cannot follow." Her voice trembled and his hand dropped to his side. The words stung, it was as if she took his sword and cut him with it. He shook his head, he didn't want to believe what she just said. "You can't mean that." Kuros spoke and took a step toward her. He was stopped by the his of swords being drawn.
"Step away from her, murderer." There it was, that word again. Kuros turned to face the knights that accompanied his beloved. He recalled each of their faces. They were the very men the fought side by side with against the enemies of the church. "Sheep..." He hissed in a venomous tone. "You're all sheep and hypocrites."
"Better than murderers." One of them retorted and ordered the rest to fan out.
"So, this is how it's going to be then.....brothers." Kuros stepped away from the priestess and moved to the side with his blade ready.
"You're no brother of ours traitor, not anymore. Your rampage end here."
Kuros narrowed his eyes and tightened the grip on his blade. "So be it." The tone of his voice was cold, devoid of any emotion, and so was his fury when he clashed with them all.
The battle itself was more of a massacre, the knights charged and Kuros slew them one by one. He took his time, playing them and maneuvering them to remove their advantage of mobility. He knew their tactics and he used that knowledge against them. The first knight fell, taken in by a feint only to be cut down from the back. The second, taking a risk to strike at his opponent while distracted miscalculated the speed of his target and ended up being skewered. The third knight relied on his swordplay, confident his skill would be enough to hold the traitor back had his strike deflected and rewarded with an armored boot to the abdomen. His head rolled off his shoulders shortly after. The others followed and were felled as well. The battle was almost over, he brought his blade down on the remaining knight only to see a white blur appear before him.
"Stop!!" The feminine voice shook him for a moment. No! His mind reeled at the realization that it was his beloved who stood in the way. He tried to stop his swing, but it was too late, he put too much force into the killing blow and the priestess took the full force of it. No!! Again his mind screamed. The blade bit deep and the force of the strike sent her reeling. She was dead before she even hit the ground.
Time seemed to have stopped for Kuros at that moment, he didn't even hear the clatter of his sword when it slipped out of his hand hit the floor with an audible echo. He swallowed hard when he focused on prone form of his beloved and the pool of blood that formed beneath her. His legs felt like they were sapped of their strength and trembled with each step he took toward her. He did not blink, he could not, he wouldn't allow himself for the image gripped him in such a profound manner. His mind remained silent, with only the beating of his heart that pounded in his chest. Then he gasped when he felt the sharp sting in his chest.
Kuros looked down and saw the blood stained tip of a sword protruding from his chest. Somewhere in all of this the other knight he did not kill finally got to him. His body was wracked by a tremor, in the same manner the Cardinal's did when he killed him. He gasped again, his lungs trying to suck in as much air as possible before he staggered back away from the knight. The world was falling apart before him, his emotions and his mind were in utter chaos. The truths, the killings and now the death of his beloved at his own hands was too much. He wanted to scream, but all that came out were the sounds of coughing and blood sputtering from his mouth. Gods, let this end! He continued to stagger from this all and he did not see the open window behind him. His world turned to darkness and with that final act, Kuros Fell. ((OOC: part 1 of this reply is done. This is basically the dream/nightmare Kuros has when he was out of commission. Lithillia's little soul drain shattered some walls he built to keep his more unpleasant memories at bay. Now they came flooding back like a tidal wave. Anyway more to come after I get some sleep. ))
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Post by lithillia on Jul 28, 2012 5:15:40 GMT -8
(( EEEE! you make the best post dear! I feel ready to make a reply already hehe. *steeples fingers*
Oh he had one dream sequence before, where/when was that written? Or did we just talk about making a dream sequence? ))
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Post by Kuros on Aug 1, 2012 2:28:09 GMT -8
****Nightmare - Inner Layer****
"It's over Kuros, your forces have been vanquished."
"Atrelegis..." The Dark Lord spoke the name in a quiet whisper, though it did little to hide the cold edge of bitterness beneath. Kuros turned to face the youth, to gaze upon him. He wore the white and blue colors on the tabard that covered his armor, marking him as one of Turalyon's Einhasad Templars. "So, even you have been swayed to Her cause, little brother."
In his eyes Kuros saw him flinch when he looked upon him to see what he has become since the day he turned against the church. "I..." There was hesitation in his voice, Kuros could sense his uncertainty, he was afterall kin. Atrelegis looked up at him then, and met the red glowing orbs with the serene greens that he had. "Brother, why have you done this?" The voice was pained by the betrayal, even after the few years that passed. "I...I know that the Church isn't perfect, and we do have monsters among our ranks, but we fight those too. Lord Turalyon fights for a better future for everyone. Not all of us are like those who have wronged you." Even now, it was clear the boy was divided between duty and family.
"Is that so?" The Dark Lord tilted his head to the side and regarded his brother with mild amusement. "Then tell me this, would your Lord fight against Einhasad herself? Would he rise up to her tyranny as well?" The shock on Atrelegis' face made Kuros smile beneath his helmet. "I take it from the look on your face you are confused." He chuckled low. "Do you truly believe the goddess you serve is innocent and caring like we were lead to believe? That her angels watch each and every one of us like in the stories we used to hear when we were children?"
"We're not Her." Atrelegis would protest the accusation, "Even if what you say is true we still fight for what is right."
"Even if in the end it is for her?" Kuros questioned and paused for his words to sink in. He watched his brother shake his head. "Brother she is not out to destroy the world."
"No only to enslave it so her so called Light may rule supreme over the Darkness you all fear." The Dark Lord retorted and and turned sharply to the side to gain some distance between himself and his brother.
"And what of you, Kuros, you too are no different, I know the power you serve. Do you believe Gran Kain would just sit back and do nothing? He is the God of Destruction, brother. Chaos is all he cares for."
"Gran Kain.." Kuros looked down for a moment and brought his armored hand before him. He watched the shadowy energies flicker at the palm as they danced before sinking back into the black cold metal. His hand closed to form a fist. "I know all too well what he is. I know that in the end he will cast me aside when he grows bored like the did with Shilen, and our kin so many years ago." He turned to look at his brother and let his hand drop. "It matters not though, he is a means to an end, and when that end comes I care not what he does, I won't need him either."
"What do you mean?" The Dark Lord's words at least piqued some curiosity in the youth and for the time being, Kuros realized, his brother would hear him out. "Isn't it obvious brother? Look around you." Kuros spoke and waved his hand across the chamber. The walls began to shimmer in red, green and blue lights that came from a myriad of stones embedded in them. "The power of the seals that bind Shilen is great. Imagine what could be done if that power was harnessed."
"The power of the seals?" The younger brother would repeat. Kuros ignored the question for a moment and stepped to the center of the chamber. He reached out with his left hand as if to grasp at the floor itself. Bolts of black lightning danced along his finger before they stuck down at the floor causing the room to shake. The center of of the floor then shook and split open just as a ray of green light erupted from it. Kuros watched his brother's actions now and smiled beneath the helm when a pillar rose from the light and atop floated a black sphere that glowed with hues of red, violet and blue. "Behold brother, my own seal. The Seal of Oblivion." He placed his black armored hand on it as he spoke. "This is what will ensure the future of our kind, with this we will be free from Einhasad's influence. With it, I will erase every trace of the goddess from the memories of every human in this world. The Church will crumble and we will return to the glory we had when we won our independence from the Elves. There will be no schism between light or darkness, ours will be the power to wield both. This time there will be no misguided emperors meddling in our destiny."
"Kuros the power of the seals is too dangerous to tamper with. You know what those seals hold and even if they don't shatter who knows what such an action can do. You may very well destroy us all. This is beyond even you." Atrelegis tried to plea with him, he tried to have him change his mind, but Kuros would have none of it. He has come too far to end this now. "It is a risk I am willing to take, brother." The Dark Lord spoke and released the his own energy into the sphere to power it up. As he did the stones gave off a brilliant light which then shot right into the sphere, forming bright beams as the energy from them was siphoned.
"Kuros stop this madness! You don't know what you're about to do." His brother pleaded again and the Dark Lord focused his attention to him. To his surprise the youth had his weapon drawn. "You would draw your blade against me?" He questioned the templar. "Your own blood?" He looked down for a moment as if disappointed. "Atrelegis, I thought you of all people would understand." "I can't stand here and watch you do this. I will not let you destroy us all." Kuros looked up at him and narrowed his eyes. "Very well," he spoke in a calm collected tone, drawing his black bladed sword. "Come and stop me then!" With that he charged, fully intending to skewer the younger twin.
Their blades collided, sparks flew as both combatants parried eachother's blows and counter attacked. Kuros was impressed, Atrelegis skills have improved since the last he saw him. He swung overhead to take his head clean off but the more lightly armored and agile Atrelegis rolled out of the way. "Impressive, I am still your better, Atrelegis, now as before." The younger brother tried to make a low sweep with his blade to take the Dark Lord's legs, but the move was already anticipated. His blade came down and collided with the edge of the swinging sword. Kuros stepped over and brought his foot down on the flat of his opponent's blade, pinning it to the ground. "This doesn't have to end this way." He spoke and walked along the blade to smash his boot into Atrelegis' face. The templar was struck in the face and tossed back a few feet. "Join me brother." Kuros continued taking slow steps toward his fallen brother. "Together we can reshape humanity and make us strong once more." In response Atrelegis lunged at his brother. "Fool." The black armored knight hissed and swung at his charging opponent only to miss? The boy ducked at the last moment and rolled forward to retrieve his blade once more.
Both templar and dark lord clashed once more, they circled eachother and struck, but with each round that passed between the two Atrelegis kept on receiving more and more wounds. Kuros knew the boy couldn't keep up with him, and he knew it too. "You can't beat me brother, why do you insist resisting the inevitable. There is nothing you can do to stop this." "Perhaps I can't beat you, but it won't mean that I will give up. If not I then someone else will!!" He charged again and struck furiously against the dark lord's blade. The sudden onslaught caught him off guard and for a moment Kuros flew into a moment of panic. Left, right, left, right, the flurry of strikes came at him in rapid succession and the dark lord found himself pushed back step by step. Then the blade cut through his defenses. There was a flash of silver followed by a splash of red. The Dark Lord was struck, the blade's edge cut through his helmet and grazed his cheek. His eyes narrowed and when the next strike came, Kuros deflected it with his blade, then before the templar could recover he stepped in and placed his hand on the chest of his opponent before unleashing a burst of energy into him at point blank range.
Kuros removed his helmet, and his blond hair spilled from within to hang their full length at his back. He brushed a few locks away from his face before looking at the palm of his hand to see the crimson stain. "You've fought well, brother." He began and made his way to the prone form of Atrelegis. The boy was hurt, the blast of energy took the fight out of him. "But you should have known what the outcome of this would be." He reached his brother and knelt over him. His hand closed over his throat and lifted him slightly. Kuros noted that the dark energy that wracked his brother's body was sapping him of his strength, the boy would no longer pose a threat. The door started to shake suddenly and shouts and screams could be heard behind them. The Templars have broken through the last of his guards, but it did not matter. "Please....brother, don't...do this." He watched Atrelegis struggle in his grasp and shook his head. "It is already too late." The black knight spoke in a hushed tone before letting go of the templar. "Even your friends won't reach us in time to stop this." Kuros turned from his brother and made his way to the sphere. "Sit back, it will be over soon, brother."
The door finally shattered and the room was filled with silver armored knights wearing the same tabards as his brother. Kuros smiled, his lips curling to the corners of his mouth. "You're too late." He sneered at them all and waved his hand to activate the last line of defense, which was a barrier that separated him and Atrelegis from the rest of them. "But don't despair, you've arrived just in time to witness the end. Tonight, the name of Einhasad shall be forever more stricken from your minds!" He chuckled and brushed his hand along the sphere. He closed his eyes and focused on the channeling of his spell.
Tendrils of dark energy snaked their way along his arms, swirling to his hands and out through his fingers into the orb. His voice, when he chanted echoed with an unearthly tone and the walls of the chamber suddenly shook. The glow on the sealstones intensified as did the light that poured into the Seal of Oblivion. The ground opened up even more now, forming a dark chasm of sorts. It was as if the entire world was tearing itself apart, but it didn't matter, it would all be over soon. Kuros laughed as unnatural winds picked up, causing his hair and his cloak to dance around. He brought his hands up to call forth the power that would complete the spell. "Behold death of your Church and weep!!" He cried out to the skies as if he were addressing Einhasad herself. Then, at the last minute when he was about to bring down the final segment he heard a crack, as if something glass like was hit. Something was wrong, something... Kuros looked down and saw the blade embedded into the sphere, it was protruding from his chest. Then he heard it just as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his chest. "Forgive me, brother." It was the last whisper he heard before Atrelegis pushed the two of them over the edge along with the sphere into the dark chasm.
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Post by Kuros on Aug 2, 2012 18:17:03 GMT -8
****Nightmare - Core****
Her hands glided along his broad chest, playfully teasing the senses and waking him from his sleep. Kuros opened his eyes to see the familiar pair of crimson eyes looking down at him. Her lips were curved, forming a playful smirk just as her delicate hands glided up once more and curled a few locks of his blond hair between her fingers. The human breathed out slowly, she was so warm. "Lithillia?" He spoke in some manner of confusion. "What...what is going on? What happened?" The kamael female only giggled and leaned in to kiss him before placing her cheek against his. "It doesn't always have to be all work and no play, Dachande." The words she spoke were of the sweetest tones, her voice like honey and Kuros couldn't help but shiver against the warmth of her skin when she pressed herself to him.
"I can't remember what happened." He whispered against her ear. "We danced and..." "Does it matter, my Lord?" Lithillia countered and gently bit his neck. "I am here with you. Is this not what you wanted?" His eyes closed and his lips parted slightly to breathe out slowly again. He did want this, or at least some part of him did, just that he didn't expect this to be so....easy? "You took care of me all this time, surely the hero would let me return the favor?" "I...." He was at a loss, she had him cornered, though not that it was a bad thing in this situation. She was right though, wasn't it about time he let go and enjoy the moment, after all the years he spent repressing such things? Lithillia giggled again and smiled down at him again. "Relax, let go." She whispered as if she read his mind.
Kuros did as he was told for once and eased the feeling of tension and confusion he felt. As he did he felt her sit up again, her hands continued to glide up and down his chest, her nails raking the flesh only slightly. "Ahh..." She purred, "There you are." His heart quickened at the sound of the voice. He couldn't believe this was happening, all of this seemed so bizarre. He would never...
The pain was so sudden and his eyes flared open, he gasped from the sudden sensation and looked down at his chest. What he saw shocked him. Lithillia's hands ended up claw like, her nails dug into his chest deep and proceeded to tear him open. He gasped again and he felt the warmth of his blood spill all over him. He screamed then and struck her with enough force to send her sprawling to the side of the bed and then to the floor. Kuros himself rolled off to the opposite direction and immediately went for his sword. He looked down for a mere moment to inspect the wounds on his chest and frowned. The cuts were deep.
The sinister laughter focused his attention to the other side of the bed just in time to see a pair of black wings pop up followed by some demonic visage that appeared to be crossed between angel and demon. "What the hell are you?" Kuros spat with a bewildered look on his face. Her body was lithe and shapely as the armor she wore left very little for his imagination. Her white-silver hair hung past her shoulders though it did nothing to hide the pointed ears or the pair of horns that sat like some sort of crown on her head. Her black lips curled to form a predatory smile when she fixed her eyes, which were as black as the pools of the abyss on him.
"What's the matter, my Lord. Don't you want me anymore?" The thing that stood on the edge spoke in an unearthly voice and then jumped on the bed to gaze at him. Kuros took an involuntary step back and frowned that she had such an effect on him. "I want you..." She spoke again. "I will always want you." The thing that was Lithillia jumped off the bed and rushed him. Before Kuros even had a chance to react she was upon him and held him by the throat. She was so quick, he grit his teeth as he struggled in her grasp. So strong, he was lifted from his feet and hung there. It was getting hard to breathe, she was cutting off his airflow, his vision already swam, he started to panic. His eyes narrowed then and he reminded himself who he was. Power or not, he would not cower like some child. Realizing he still held the sword in his grip he plunged it into her abdomen and was rewarded with a loud shriek before she tossed him across the tent and over the dining table.
He heard the sounds of glass shatter, of cups and bottles falling after him from the impact of his body. He groaned and felt something warm run down his forehead and into his eyes. He wiped his brow thinking it was perhaps some of the wine but then noticed the thick crimson liquid staining his hand. Blood. "My my, but haven't you been a naughty boy." Kuros looked up to see the sword wound did very little to her after all. He watched in awe and horror as she grasped the blade and pulled it out before discarding it like some toy she grew bored of. Her abdomen was stained the blood that poured out of her and if she felt any discomfort she showed no signs. "Come now beloved, there is no need to resist. I need you." She whispered in sweet seductive tones and rushed him again.
Bruised, bleeding and quickly weakening, Kuros got up and kicked the table in her direction only to watch her smash through it like it was nothing. He didn't stand a chance fighting her like this, he had to strike her with everything he had. Too late. She leaped through the air, the black majestic wings carrying her before she landed on top of him, perched like some bird of prey. Her hands pinned him to the ground just as her legs prevented him from moving his own. "Don't worry beloved, this will be over very soon...just a little sip..It won't hurt, I promise. I promise." He could feel the hunger in that voice, the desire in it and it was all directed at him. She smiled at him then and leaned in closer. Then she kissed him fiercely. The sensation was profound, Kuros felt as if he just pressed his lips to a lightning bolt and he felt like he was going to burn up from inside. He saw with horror in his eyes that her aura, the very dark energies that snuffed the light around her, expand and covered him as well. He tried to pull away from the kiss but she held him fast. His lungs burned, his vision swam and his heart felt like it was going to explode. The human tried to scream but found he couldn't breathe, the world around him fell apart, the ground gave way and he fell into the darkness of oblivion.
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Post by Kuros on Aug 4, 2012 4:44:21 GMT -8
****Silver Shield Camp – Commander’s Tent****
Kuros woke up with a gasp and stat up on his bed with a disoriented look in his eyes. His hand instinctively reached to his chest as if to protect himself from something. His gaze darted back and forth to gather his surroundings and realized that he was in his tent. He looked down at his chest to find that there were no wounds there, only the scar that he had from being pierced by weapons numerous times during his life. His eyes darted to his side and he lifted the covers in the same manner a child would as if to make sure the boogeyman wasn’t there.
Nothing, he was alone, there was no kamael by his side. With that realization Kuros let himself fall back down into the pillow and let out a light sigh of relief. They were just dreams, and very stupid ones at that. He found himself frowning that they got him so worked up. It wasn’t often that he would dream of the past and never has he dreamed of the ambassador in such a monstrous manner. It hit him then, memories flooding back of the dance and the kiss, then the horrid feeling of vertigo as if someone reached into his body and tore his being out. The ambassador, Lithillia!
Where was she? The last he remembered she was in his tent when the soldiers rushed in. Kuros exited his tent and immediately covered his eyes when the sunlight hit. How he hated that, however discomfort was not something he could afford to contemplate now. He took quick strides and moved though the camp to where the ambassador’s tent was. He ignored and shrugged off the attention his soldiers gave and he was sure a few of them gave the orders to inform the Captain. No time for that now, he had to go see her.
“Ambassador.” He called out and pushed the tent flap to the side before entering. Nothing, the place was empty save for the belongings Lithillia had with her when she first came to the camp. Where was she? He entered further and looked around. “Lithillia?” Again nothing. He looked around for any signs or any messages of her whereabouts but when he came up short he exited and stood outside scanning the horizon for any commotion. Surely news of his recovery would have warranted a response from her. She was one of the first to greet him the first time he recovered from the wound she inflicted on him back on the Isle of Souls.
“My Lord!” A familiar voice called from the side and Kuros turned to see a familiar figure flanked by more soldiers who wished to see their Lord among the living again. “Captain!” He called out and strode right towards his subordinate. “Where is the ambassador? I must speak with her.” Captain was not given the chance to greet his Lord properly before Kuros demanded an answer to his question.
The camp grew silent for a moment at the sudden question and it is only now that Kuros noted the tension among his men when it came to dealing with the kamael woman. The Captain straightened himself out as best as he could. “My Lord.” He began firmly. “The Ambassador fled the camp shortly after she attacked us when we found you in the Command tent.”
Now this gave Kuros pause. “What do you mean she attacked you?” The young Lord questioned his Captain carefully, his gaze fell upon the man watching is every move. “When we found you on the ground we questioned the ambassador on what happened. She didn’t seem to make much sense but we did get a confession that she was responsible for what happened.” The Captain paused, his face a stone mask before his lord. He spoke plainly and to the facts, he would not be as foolish as to put any shine on his words, not with Kuros. “When we tried to take her into custody she attacked and escaped. We’ve sent men after her but she evaded capture. We had scouts in the city for the past seven days and still she has made no contact. It’s as if she disappeared from the face of existence.
Kuros stood there listening to the words of the Captain. He believed him, the man had no reason to lie to him, nor would he even if there is one. He nodded to the man. So he was out for a full week. The Dark Lord frowned and shook his head, this was starting to get annoying. First the fall of Ye Sagira that took him out for months now this. “Very well Captain, who else knows of these events? Have the Kamael been notified on this situation?” “No my Lord, we kept this a secret and as far as we are aware the Hierarch Kekropus doesn’t know what transpired here yet. We’ve been watching the Library in case the ambassador decided to return there.”
“Keep it that way, Captain. If anything I will deal with the Hierarch myself. Have the men recalled back to camp, perhaps then the ambassador will show herself.” Kuros commanded to the man and studied him for a moment then his gaze moved to the other soldiers. The tension in the camp was high, and it was because they all grew fond of the woman. They didn’t like the situation more than he did. How silly this all must have looked. A one winged angel shows up in the camp and shatters the perfect Order they had created and now they’ve all become soft…..He himself became soft. Surely Gran Kain must be enjoying himself.
****Command Tent - Three Days Later****
Nothing, despite his efforts he came back with nothing. Kuros frowned as he stood leaning over the table with the single candle as the only source of light. For three days he searched for Lithillia. For three days he waited for her alone at all the places they frequent together during their time alone and still he couldn’t find her. The few locals that he questioned saw no sign of the kamael female. Lithillia was truly gone or she really didn’t want to be seen. Damn that girl, why doesn’t she just come to him. What’s keeping you back? Why won’t you return home? He murmured to himself.
“My Lord!” The Captain’s voice called out in an urgent tone before the tent flap opened. Kuros straightened and turned to face the source. A part of him hoped that the Lady herself has finally returned home. That was not the case. Instead what he saw was his men carrying a black armored knight who appeared to be badly wounded. “He’s one of ours from the mainland force. He demanded he speak to you and only you without delay. He’s barely hanging on.” The Captain added.
Kuros didn’t need to be reminded twice, he already knew. “Lay him down on the cot and remove that damned helmet from his head.” The knights did as their Lord commanded. “Get the man some water and runner, have the healers summoned.” “Yes my Lord!” One of the junior knight saluted and rushed away from the tent.
Kuros moved to the wounded knight and examined him, he tried to offer him water but as he was about to the man’s hand shot up and took hold of his wrist in a vice like grip. His eyes opened and they were bloodshot. His pupils were completely dilated. It was clear the man hadn’t slept for a while now. He was surprised that he made it this far. “My….Lord…” The dark knight began and was thrown into a volatile coughing fit. Kuors held him still, he was fading and he knew he wouldn’t last long. “The main camp…..we….were attacked. Demons…..they came out of nowhere…” Again he coughed and his body trembled. “We mounted a defense…..but…..it was as if they knew our weaknesses. Every resistance we put up was crushed…we didn’t stand a chance…” The knight spoke in frantic tones, it was as if he was reliving every moment of that event. “Slow down man. When did this happen, who else escaped?” “Two days ago….it was a massacre….I-I was the only one under orders to…flee….to..to...warn…” The man seized up again, his body arched up and he entered a state of death throes. “Hold him still!” Kuros commanded. The other knights did as their Lord ordered and as quick as it started it was over. The knight slumped down, his grip on Kuros’ wrist loosened and his arm went limp. The Captain moved to place his hand on the man’s throat to check for pulse and then looked up at his lord and shook his head.
The room went silent, everyone looked to their Lord as they took in the grim news that was just given to them by the dying knight. Kuros rubbed his temples and frowned. As if things weren’t bad enough already, this had to happen. The next question was who attacked? Was it Lithillia? No that was impossible, the girl knew nothing of the main force or their hidden location and she had no capability of summoning demons….at least not as far as he was aware. Then who? He was so sure they were undetectable, he ensured of that himself. “Captain, have the body and all evidence incinerated. Then send word to the rest of the men to be ready to move out by sunrise. We leave for the mainland at dawn.” “As you command.” The Captain saluted and barked out the orders to the rest.
Within moments the camp was in full motion, men moved quickly to gather their things and prepare for the journey and Kuros found himself in this tent alone once again. He sat back in his chair and rested his chin against his hands to contemplate this new situation. Whoever attacked them must have known who they were and how they operated. There was no reason for his forces to have been so soundly defeated. His knights were far too disciplined for that. His eyes narrowed, no matter, he would get to the bottom of this. He would find this threat and destroy it.
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Post by lithillia on Aug 4, 2012 16:57:03 GMT -8
The stone walls bounced the echoes of the loud gasp Lithillia gave as she suddenly woke up from the dream. Her hands shook, but she could not see them in front of her, the night offered no light inside of the cave. She breathed like she had been running far and her hair clung to her face by the sweat pearling from her skin. She felt some pain, but she was confused, for it felt like it did not belong in this world. The kamael hugged her self and leaned forward, whimpering, expecting to feel the warmth of her blood spill from her chest. Words, sentences, echoed in her mind. Words that did not mean anything to her. Words she could not remember from before, but still she felt that she ought to know them somehow. Confusion ruled her inner calm, and with a few moment passing the air seemed too stale to breath so the girl made the way out to the open night sky. Out there she could confirm she had not been damaged, it had simply been a dream... a nightmare about a time long gone... or just a night mare about no time at all. The sting in her flesh felt like a sword had just cut her open. Cut her open just like that.. man.... had cut that woman. "I weep for you.....for us." "I can't....." "Kuros, you have taken a path that I cannot follow." The ghost of a wound on the kamaels chest ached more and she knew she somehow felt the pain of the woman in the dream, even if she was fictional or not.
Kuros. Her mind spun the name over and over. Why did she call Dachande for Kuros? Cant you see?! Her mind hissed with anger. Cant you see that it is your guilt who forges this dream? Her guilt?.. Her guilt for having hurt Dachande... but why would she let him become a villain in her thoughts? Your weakness for the human man cripples your intelligence! Lithillia scoffed out loud at the lashing she got from the deep thoughts in her mind. She was not weak. It was natural to feel a certain level of camaraderie to a fellow soldier after a certain amount of time spent... FOOL! How do you think you ended up in this situation... She lowered her head and her hair fell down off her shoulders like a rush of rain. She knew that explanation did not apply here. She had kissed him. He had kissed her, and for a moment it had all been so wonderful. But what about all that talk about Einhasad? She could not have made that up on her own, could she? To remember anything from the past was still so difficult, maybe it was starting to come back to her through the dreams and quiet times of night. But why now, and why was Dachande's face in the dream. Weakness.... “So what?...” Her reply melted into the soft sounds of the night in the forest, and shortly she turned to walk back into her dark cave.
The day passed slowly, and first few nights seemed to be calm and just filled with not much but pitch black darkness. But on the third night, everything turned badly.
“NOO!” Lithillias voice broke off in mid cry, and she shuffled around and stood up as much as the low sealing would let her. The dream was still playing before of her eyes as she saw Kuros, with Dachande's face, being run through by a sword. No matter who this dark clad evil really was, no matter if he wore the same looking armor as the Knight she had fought on two occasions, she would still react to see the end to him when he looked like Dachande. She reached out her hands to try and grab the two now falling men before they disappeared into the abyss but there was no way she could change the event from unfolding. She crawled now over the floor where she could see the edge to the dark chasm, peering down over it and saw nothing down there. No one, no thing but the dark that ate up all the light from above. Slowly everything grew dark, returning back to the reality, and she realized where she was. She let her forehead lower to the floor of the cave and she screamed again in frustration. Why did these dreams torment her so? She felt slowly eaten alive, and slowly torn apart. Living this life that she had never known, seeing these things, reminded of Dachande in every face she could make note of. Had not that other man, the brother... what was it, Atrelegis... had he not also had the same features? Lithillia sighed, and rolled over to lie on her side. Her arms closed around her knees and pulled them up to her chin. Why did her mind mix the knight in black armor with Dach? Was her sanity drifting, making her unable to continue with her life on the outside of the camp? Weakness... “Oh, shut up!” This is not the time for love stories... We already know how it would end. This she knew. She could never allow her self to get this close to anyone. She almost killed him. Almost... That was a wishful thinking, she was not sure if he was alive.
She sighed again, and recalled seeing some of his men out in the woods looking for her. She had discovered them before they had made any notice of her, and hid well up in a tree looking down at them. What ever that was to come, she would never return. How could she? She could not make her self go to her own kind either, for them she did not know as well as she knew these men. Would she be accepted when she was clearly not working right. When she was damaged goods. When she was impossible to control, even for her self?
And like this, in doubt and discomfort, did she go on her days in the cave until a new dream came to her at night. The soft skin felt so real under her hands, the lips pressing down to the warm surface was only beat by the realistic scent of him. So this was it then, the final torment she had to endure before she was freed from this pain? The green orbs of his looked at her with confusion displayed in them and and she wanted to tell him that she had no idea why they were this close. When the words spoken they was so different from her intended ones, and she could not change them or take them back. It was not before she recognized the sweet hunger that she realized that everything would soon change. But for how much worse she could not have dared to foresee.
Early next morning when she woke up she just lied there on the makeshift bed. Her eyes stared up into the roof and she could just start to make the shapes of the stone above. Unlike the other reactions to the nightmares, she just woke up feeling locked and unable to move. The brutality of the dream had shocked her. She had felt like she had been filling that role, that she had been at his side, and then wanting to devour him. The feeling of hunger still made her in the wakened state long for the taste she had tasted when kissing him. No matter how saddening this was, and how gruesome it was to see this happen, Lithillia could not cry anymore. She could not for she wanted not too feel anything anymore. She could not let her self go back into the warm cockles of her heart, especially when she could see so much of her self in the dark winged creature that had attacked Dachande. Her pale features was like set in stone and she did not move for a whole day. She did not eat or drink, nor move a finger or a toe. Just the eyelids would open and close every once a while for to wet the eyes.
So what now? Where should she go, what would she make of her self? Could she leave them for good, leave him, with out knowing if everything was fine?
Lithillia came to terms with her plans, and accepted her fate. She decided to leave, there was no reason to tempt her fate to this sorrow or to risk causing anymore pain onto others. Her self, she could not afford to have this weakness or to be in the state she found her self in when staring into the lake. It witnessed about this how much this had reduced her. Her silver white hair was filled with leafs and twigs. Her face was dirty beyond recognition, and the poor dress shriveled, torn and sullied beyond any hope of repair. So this is who she had been for the past week. A cave rat nesting in the remains of her own shaddow. The red orbs stared back at her self, and for the first time she managed to meet her own gaze with out flinching from it. You know what you are. Good.... Accept it, only then can you be free. Her thoughts crooned, almost as if it reached out a hand to stroke her long dirty hair. “Leave me alone...” She said monotone, and started to strip her self from the ruined garbs and plunged into the cool waters. Lithillia held her breath under water for as long as she could, and the dirt slowly dissolving in the wet. When she finally came up for air, most of her was as she always had been. Pale with bright silver shimmering hair, and the red eyes stared out and up to the sun through narrow slits.
With the plan ready she started to prepare the jorney. The kamael made a simple top and short skirt from the ruined dress, before making her way to civilization. At the first farm she found, she raided the clothesline, and dressed up better than she had been for a while. Still barefooted she started to make her way even further away from the Silver Shields and their leader. The faster the better. If she only have had a horse to ride. Then she felt a tug in her... soul? Her stride grew shorter, the speed slowed down. Was she truly going mad and a figment of her imagination made her feel this weird sensation? With more resolve she started to walk faster again, figuring out that it had to have been nothing, and the delicate feet barely touching ground by the looks of it. But there! There it was again. She topped abruptly now, and her right hand lifted up to lay on the chest where the heart would be. When she came to think of it, she had felt something similar in the first day when lying on the floor of the grotto. Tugging... calling. Searching eyes.... Slowly she half turned and looked back the way she had came. Was he looking? Was he really... Alive? Her eyes moved over the ground, dancing, flickering from rock, to grass, to the sky, all the way until she stared out to the unknown future before her. She knew they had been looking for her. But this felt different by the simple fact that this she could feel. It was not a known fact, but a feeling. “Weakness...” She said, when the thoughts left her waiting for no comment, though her voice lacked the conviction of the judgment. Lithillia wanted to leave, to continue down the path that lied before her, but she could not. She felt flooded with two strong questions. What was it that kept her back, why would she not return home? “Home....” She repeated the last, and her brow frowned. What would she know about home? Lithillia felt instantly alone when the feeling suddenly stopped. What was this magic? Was this a trick to get her to return? Were they so desperate after justice that they would... No... No it did not feel like it. Maybe she should go back and just explain to him after all. Tell him why the camp could not be her home, why she was a danger to everyone and that she could not control it. It would be a difficult thing to explain, and as she turned to head back she started to rehears what to say and not.
Filled with a sense of urgency she stole a horse from a stable she came across. Theft was nothing she would normally condone, but this was important. The beast followed her willingly, and was used to be handled and did not object to anything she did. In any case, she would return the animal when she returned to her travels in solitude. It was not stealing as such, more of a non permitted loan. After a long ride she started to feel familiar, but the horizon did not look the same. She spurred on the animal to go faster. Lithillia jumped down from the horse and let her feet dig down in the trampled down surface of the ground. There was evidence of a camp, but no more tents or the likes of it remained. They had left her. They were not waiting for her to come home at all... She turned her head, and the hair fell down into her face as it always did when she was not mindful of it. They had to have gone that way, the tracks was easy enough to see, and with that trail to follow she decided she had to talk to him regardless if he wanted her to stay or not. Nothing could sway her away from the intention of leaving, and it was not like he was going to be alone in the world would it ?
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Post by Kuros on Aug 5, 2012 4:59:00 GMT -8
****Aden Continent – Hunter’s Village Outskirts****
The Silver Shield column moved along the road towards their destination. At the front the mounted knights made up most of the vanguard with carts and supply wagons in the middle and the infantry at the sides. They made good timing considering the voyage. From Gludin they made their way to Giran via the gatekeepers and from Giran to the capital and finally to Hunter’s Village. Kuros had his men inquire about recent events when they arrived in Aden and Hunter’s Village but everything seemed quiet. There were no developments, no disturbances aside from the common monster attacks that happened ever since the Blood Rain first fell. There was no mention at all about any black armored knights or destroyed camps being discovered, nor were there any wounded that came back.
In some sense that was a good sign as the local populace hasn’t discovered the hidden camp, it also told him that whoever attacked was after them specifically. But, if that was the case then who or what was responsible? The question still plagued the human. Was it possible he was betrayed by one of his own? Like Father like Son. The words echoed in his mind followed by amused laughter. Kuros knew all too well the reference to that. Humans were the children of Gran Kain, and just like their mercurial Father, they too had it in their nature to betray others, even each other. Such a thought did not sit well with him, but he had to be prepared for such a possibility. He hasn’t survived this long by ignoring even the most slightest outcomes and possibilities. Really? And what of the Kamael girl? Was she an intended outcome?
Kuros ignored the jab his darker self criticized him for. His gaze instead shifted to the tree line that surrounded them. They’ve just entered the Forest of Mirrors. He focused his gaze forward, and rode in silence as the Captain’s mount appeared beside him. “You feel it too?” The Dark Lord spoke without turning to face the Captain. “Yes, the forest is oddly quiet. Even the orcs and lizardmen are not around, nor is there any wildlife.” “Smells like a trap to me.” Kuros scanned the horizon again. “The magi do not sense anything, no demons, no nothing. I don’t like this.” Kuros nodded and signaled the men to form a defensive formation, shields to the outside and war wizards and priests in the second line with their defensive spells to support the first. The Captain looked about and saw that everything appeared in order and turned to look at his lord once more. “Should we drop the illusion and revert my Lord?” “No, not yet. We do not know what we’re dealing with. Keep things as they are, maintain the Silver Shield standard for now.” “My Lord!” The shout caused Kuros to look back just as the sound of a horse at half gallop resounded behind him. It was one of the rear guard. “My Lord, rider approaching from our south!” The Dark Lord focused his gaze on the column and the road back. Sure enough in the distance he saw a small dust cloud. “Captain, form on me.” Kuros gave the command and steered his charger around into a light gallop to the back of the column. The Captain and a handful of knights followed. A survivor? Was the first thought that came across the Lord’s mind but as the figure got closer it’s shape became more recognizable, especially the single white wing. It was her, the ambassador, Lithillia! He didn't know how but he was sure it was her. Then came the question of how did she know he was here and second was what to do with her once she arrived? Kuros spurred his mount forward, fully intending to meet her half way so he could speak to her on more neutral grounds. He didn’t get the chance. The first ball of flame landed right in the middle of his small group and blasted the ground with an ear shattering boom. He felt the intense heat wave blast his face and his hair back before she shockwave did the rest and sent him flying across the air.
Kuros couldn’t recall what happened next, except that he found himself on the ground watching a great inferno in the sky as more flaming projectiles fell. His ears rang for the longest time as the sound drowned out all others, even the impacts of the fiery projectiles as they shook the very ground. He saw his men form defense formations, his wizards casting their spells. In the chaos that followed they tried to create order, however, despite their best efforts the projectiles cut through the shields and barriers as if they weren’t there. Magic was absolutely useless, whatever this was, their spells had no effect on deflecting it. Men were incinerated where they stood, those were the lucky ones, the others just simply burned to death.
Kuros got up once the ringing in his head subsided and shouted orders to disperse, to stop clustering around and to get out of the range of whatever this was. He did not get more than three steps when another ball of flame hit the rock formation to his side. The ground shook but not from the impact this time, this was something bigger. When he looked up he noticed it was too late. The entire formation came crashing down on top of him and the last thing he heard was the horrid screams of his dying men before darkness took him.
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Post by lithillia on Aug 5, 2012 16:01:24 GMT -8
The horse had led her to gain the distance between her and the moving soldiers, and soon she could see them clear as day. Her heart skipped a beat and the kamaels mind gave of a warning sneer. Lithillia payed it no mind and let her self feel happy to see him again. You should be ashamed of your self. But she did not care. This was her last chance to see him, so she would not let her self be scolded for it.
A few soldiers followed a leading one. It had to be him, and this was confirmed when they closed in the distance between them and the details were easier to make note of. They were all looking worried, or displeased. It was hard to tell, but what she could foresee was not a warm greet, or so she thought. The fact that he did not come alone made her slow down her own mount, and felt it was best to not be near the bigger part of his men, would he call on their aid against her. Against? The word made her feel sad, and suddenly she was filled with regret. She should not have come, she should have picked the other way. That is right... And now you have to suffer the consequences for your choice. She stopped the mount all together then and leveled her head with a straight back sitting there waiting. The wind took a hold of her hair and played with it. It softly danced around her form where she gazed at the advancing men.
Still your heart, don't let him discover how weak you are. Her mind, and the lashing, made the girl look down and as soon as she did she could hear energy crackling as if the skies was on fire, and a wave of hot air hit her. Her red orbs fixed forward and saw with horror the display in front. She did not see the impact, but now she could see Dachande lying on the ground looking up at the very inferno that kept raining down objects of fire. Lucky for her, she had been to far to catch any damage from the incident, so she was quite safe where she was. It was but an second after she had gathered what was happening before she was in wild flight, spurring on the horse in the direction of the attack.
Next she saw a ball of fire making impact with a larger formation of rock, the damage to it sent it all to the skies where it started to drop down again and at the same time the side came down in a landslide. Her wide eyes saw with horror that the formation would soon to rain down just where Dachande was. Lithillia made the horse run faster, and the poor animal answered with using all the last resorts it had. Suddenly the ground shook and she had no ways to save the horse from stumbling. Her reaction was working over time, and before the animal was sent to the ground she crouched down and used all the strength in her legs and one wing to help send her up and forward in the desired direction. Her ears ringed with the screams of the dying men, the blast that had just happened and with terror she could see the stones creep closer to the man she wanted to save. He had not seen it yet, and he had found to his feet and were shouting orders to the few who was still able to hear them. Her gracefully flight through air sent her right for him and just as he turned to see the formation come crashing down she rammed her self into his body and tried to cover him as much as she could with her self. A large rock came crushing down onto her and made her lose the grip on Dachande. She had to push her self from the ground to save her self from the same fate, and helplessly witnessed seeing the human being covered in the masses. In the very rage building her up she let her self fall down amongst the dying men and grabbed a idle sword stuck in the ground. The burning rain kept falling down, and she avoided them as best as she could. As soon as she were close to be hit she moved faster then the eye could see and found a safer place to be. Her eyes searched the field of battle but all she could see was the fire and the dying men around. The enemy was not to be seen anywhere. The hunger for vengeance started to build up in her like wild fire, and she kept blinking from one place to the other. Suddenly she found her self standing next to the captain, as he were lying right at her feet. Their eyes met and he was still alive.
“ ..My Lord... Is he...?” Lithillia shook her head and looked out for any falling debris. “He was taken by the avalanche... “ Saying the word out loud made her feel even more thirsty, and she stared now into the brown eyes of the dying man. “ Y..you must not give up on him... Lithillia...” He breathed in, his face was half burned and he had to be in such pain but yet he tried to cling to life for this very moment. “You must... go back and... find him...” “No man can survive that...” she said with sadness tainting her voice. She sat kneeling at the captains side, and one of his hand reached up to rest onto hers. “He might... Might not be... just a regular man... Go back... Go back to him, Lithillia.” Weak human... He deserves no hope. “I will find a healer for you...” She said and stood up not looking at him, she did not like to give him false hope for to survive, she did not need to be a healer to know that he was living on borrowed time. “No... It is to late for me... And no one will survive this.. but.. you and... My lord....”
His voice died and so did his body. The last breath was exhaled and her eyes darted to look at him. With a quivering lip she saw a light leave his body, a sort of orb containing of dark blue light and dark energy sparkled from it. For a moment she was so mesmerized from the sight that she did not notice that the attack had ended and she was standing amongst dying and dead men. She reached out for it with one hand and when she made contact, it was as if drawn into her and left a slight shiver to shoot down her spine. A new hunger piqued in her, and she looked over the battlefield. More of these floating orbs hovered over the men and she reached out her hand again. A few near came drifting towards her and in the same style as the first did they melt into one with her. Lithillia dropped the borrowed sword and reached out both her hands to either side and looked up at the now pale blue skies. Everyone was gone.... Dachande was gone. Soon all the small souls of the soldiers found the way to her, fueling her thirst for them, and made her ache when she realized what she was doing. She felt their strength, harvesting the dead ones power to keep for her own use. Maybe they did not mind it, not when it would mean that she could take revenge for their deaths. When the mass feeding was over, she hugged her arms around her self and lowered her head in peace and respect for the fallen. A single tear fell down her soot covered cheek, but when it let go and dropped from her chin she opened up the blood red eyes and looked over to the pile of rubble where Dachande had to be buried. Not to waste a single moment she blinked over to the site. Crossing the field in a few seconds only, and grabbed a hold of the first man sized rock she could touch of and lifted it way. With the strength of the kamael, and the souls she had harvested, she did this with no effort at all. The stone was thrown away and she grabbed for the next to start clear a way down to the human. If he was anywhere it was here. She could not explain it but she could /feel/ it. You are wasting your time.. Her thoughts said, but so with a softness to it. Stone after stone was cleared and soon she was rewarded with a find. She could see his right hand, and she hoped that it was still attached to him.
After something that seemed to be like hours, she had cleared enough rocks to pull him out from the rest, and with a shivering hand she felt for his pulse. She had refused to check this before she had all of him freed, not wanting to know if he was dead or alive. She wanted to keep hope. Hope are for fools... His head was bruised, beat and bleeding from several deep gashes in the skin. It was hard to recognize that it was Dachande, but she knew all the same. His hair was matted with blood and sand, but some of the blond could still be seen in it. Lithillia managed to pick him up and started to carry him to some safer grounds. Some of the horses had survived the attack and stood a bit away covering in the safety of the trees. Loyal beast who would not run too far from those they knew, and when Lithillia approached them they came with her willingly. After stopping the worst of the bleeds, she placed Dachandes body to hang over one of the animals, and mounted the other and retreated away from the scene of death, and into the woods hoping to find a place to set up a camp. A camp of what? You have nothing... Lithillia shook her head and looked back at the seemingly lifeless man. “No... I have something...”
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Post by Kuros on Aug 6, 2012 3:36:21 GMT -8
((OOC: The last bit of this post where Kuros sees Lith was inspired by this tune and with Lithillia's help when she helped describe what her toon would be doing. Enjoy.))
****Forest of Mirrors - Unknown Cave****
Kuros eyes opened slowly only to be greeted by the orange flame of a campfire burning a few feet away from him. I'm....alive? Was the first though that crossed his mind. The second he realized that he was out of his armor wearing only his briefs and an assortment of bandages that covered his bare chest and abdomen. He moved his hand to his head and noted that it was bandaged up too. But where am I? He turned his head to stare up at the dark ceiling. The light of the flame hit the surface causing the shadows to dance above him like soldiers in the middle of a battle. Soldiers....The battle! He sat up suddenly and quickly found the action to be a mistake. The pain was instantaneous causing him to clutch his chest and grit his teeth from crying out. He fell back and once again stared at the ceiling. His chest rose up and down quickly from the amount of frustration that started to build up. He felt so helpless, so angry at being in this situation, he was starting to get careless. But his men, he had to go see them, surely someone must have survived or he wouldn't be here.
The weakened human tried again, this time more slowly. Damn these wounds... He cursed gritting his teeth again. One elbow, second elbow, alright he had support now. He placed his arms back further and pushed himself up at the same time bringing his legs under him. He pushed again, using what strength remained in his legs to stand and leaned against the wall for support. Alright, he was standing, now to move. Kuros took the first step, then the second and a third and his legs gave in causing him to lose his balance and scrape the palm of his hand along the jagged edges of the rock wall. He growled in frustration and tried again, he would not give up. Finally he was standing again, and once more he made his way along the wall to an opening that lead to the outside.
When he exited he was met with the red glow on Shilen's blood moon, but that was the only light he saw, there were no others. No fires, not torches or tents for that matter. To his left he saw two of the steed the shield used, but that was it, nobody else was around. His gaze shifted to survey the rest of the surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the body of water which was surrounded by trees and various other hills. The sound to his right told him there was a waterfall not too far away. Whoever picked to hide them here did a good job as the bushes provided ample cover while giving them a good view of anything that would come their way. He took a few steps forward to step out of the cave for that was what he realized he was in to get some fresh air but then froze. The splash just sounded ahead of him and his gaze focused on the waves that disturbed the serenity of the lake.
Kuros pressed his back against one of the walls to make himself unseen as much as he could and watched. There was movement under the surface and then as if on cue the water shot up and a figure surfaced. Long silver hair flew back as the figure arched her back, and yes he immediately knew it was female from the shape of the chest. He heard her suck in the air before breathing out in a deep sigh. The droplets fell, glittering like rubies in the red moonbeams as did her soaked hair and the single white wing, then she sank neck deep into the water again. Lithillia! It was her, she was here and now he realized it must have been her who got him out. Of course, it made sense now, she was away from the range of fire when the heavens fell to crush them all. She breathed out a deep sigh again before bringing her pale hands to brush her hair back to reveal her pale, but emotionless face. The lack of anything still did not blemish her beauty and from the way things looked she was oblivious to his presence. He kept it that way for now. She swam a few meters before diving under once more only to resurface near the edge of the water now.
Kuros hugged his frame against the wall even more and watched her stand up with her back turned to him. She grasped the long silver hair gently into her hands and wrung the water from them before sliding them forward to cover her chest modestly. Her head turned to the left just as she extended her wing and gave it a few powerful flaps to get the water out of it as well, then slowly she folded it once more. Her smooth skin, even from his distance continued to radiate a reddish glow from the droplets that caught the moon, giving her appearance a rather pleasant and in a sense magical look to it. Then she just simply moved into the bushes where he lost sight of her. The wind picked up slightly and cut into his skin slightly, causing him to get goosebumps. This was his cue to go back inside and let her just simply come to him as if not to raise any questions why he was outside. The trek back seemed to be a lot easier for some reason, he still used the walls for support but this time he made it back. He sat himself by the fire with his back turned to the mouth of the cave and took hold of his sword that rested against the wall to examine the blade. It still shone with the silver light as did the armor that lay beside it. Good, at least the illusion still held. The kamael was not aware of who he and his knights truly were. He reached out for one of the packs by his armor and took out a sharpening stone.
His knights, he paused and sighed. If Lithillia was the only one who was here then it would mean the rest were gone. Kuros' mood, despite the pleasant scene he saw quickly soured at the loss. They were all gone and they wouldn't be coming back. The feeling of sadness and regret hit him which surprised him considering his nature. They were family to him though, they were all he had and now they were gone. He grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes. His grip on the hilt of the sword tightened until his knuckles were bone white. He would find whoever was responsible for this and and make them suffer for a very long time before destroying them completely. The thoughts of revenge brewed like a thunderstorm in his mind, vengeance would be his. With that satisfaction he began sharpening the weapon.
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Post by lithillia on Aug 7, 2012 6:09:30 GMT -8
Lithillia pulled on her extra clothes made from the ruined ball gown. Her skin was still wet, but the air was warm so she did not feel cold. The top was made into a simple halterneck top, tied behind her neck and a strip from the main piece of cloth looped twice around her chest before tied together. It made due, it kept her front covered, and now she did not care if they were discolored or torn. The skirt was a knee short wrap around, and kept little resemblance from what it had once been. A pair of shorts and shirt was on a stone just by the riverbank. The wet clothes were the same that she had stolen from that farm many days ago now. She sighed. How many days had passed since the gruesome slaughter of the soldiers... the slaughter of her friends. The only thing that displayed some sense of emotion on her face was the flexing of her jaw muscles. Lithillia could not afford to let her self feel the deep emotions that mulled inside of her heart. She had to be strong for her self and Dachande. And if she could not hold her self together, who would take care of him then? The kamael gathered the new washed clothes and went back to the cave.
What would she prepare for food? There had been some mushrooms, roots, berries and nuts to gather in the forest. Any trip to civilization had not been attempted. What ever had hoped to destroy everything that was the Silver Shields, could still be out there, looking for... something. She was not sure of what, but it did appear to have been a directed attack on the group, and not a random blind hit. All the power of the souls she had harvested crept under her skin and she could feel every one of them. Ghosts that resided with in her wanting their revenge.
She walked with soft steps, the bare feet knowing the route around the cave as well as they had known the camp she had lived in for so long. For all the time she could remember. The silver dark hair, hung wet down her shoulders and back, and the shorter bangs were combed back to lie flat to her head. Her makeshift outfit was stained from the wet clothes she carried in her arms, but it did not matter. No one could see her. Not even Dachande had woke up to keep her company. Despite his returning color and healing of the wounds, he had not woke up or shown signs of returning to her. Was she doing him a ill favor by keeping him alive? Was he truly so broken he could never be repaired? She had heard stories from the healers, of men being so broken by blows to their head, that no matter how their bodies was alive, their minds was broken and their eyes would never open up.
Her feet met the cool floor of the stone cave. The rougher surface was so different too the soft grass and sand on the outside. The only thing that brought comfort to that feeling was knowing that there was something else harder than her heart... solid rock. Though at times lately, she felt as if she could never return to her normal self, not after seeing what she had that day.
Lithillia stopped her in her soft treading steps. Dachande was sitting up and working on sharpening his blade, the sight made her feel the biggest surprise. For a short moment she sucked in the lower lip between her teeth and collected her self from this new turn of event. When she found back to her calm serene self, she let the feet take her over to the opposite side of the fire, and placed the clothes on one of the bigger rocks in there for to dry. The act was to try and pretend that he had never been sleeping, that she had expected to see him up like this. Waiting for her to return after washing her self and the clothes. Without looking at him, she just started to look over the food she had gathered, sitting down like a mermaid on land with the wet hair still dripping water onto the floor.
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Post by Kuros on Aug 8, 2012 0:25:49 GMT -8
Kuros stopped his work and lifted his head up slightly when he saw Lithillia come into his line of sight. He watched her in the same silence she offered him when she placed her dry clothes on one of the rocks to dry. She did not gaze at him and instead looked over the food she had gathered. The human found himself studying her noticing the gown he gave her was ruined, but he couldn't blame her not after what happened. He understood her situation, to have no memory of what happened to her before she showed up at the Silver Shield camp and then the accident in his tent. He sighed knowing he shouldn't have allowed things to get that far, was he not to blame for her situation as well? Not that it mattered anymore, his knights were gone, they would not hunt her, and neither would he.
He looked down once more and focused on his weapon, the blade was sharp as a razor once more. He set the sharpening stone down and reached for the oil that would give it that final shine and prevent it from rusting. After a few minutes that passed Kuros took the blade and extended it at eye level with his hand supporting the blade from the bottom and gazed at the mirror-like surface that reflected the light from the fire. He knew that soon enough that shine will fade and the blood of his enemies will stain it once more. That alone gave him enough comfort to cope with what happened to his men. Satisfied with his work he put the weapon away and gazed once more at the kamael woman.
He took in every detail of her once more, the stone faced expression she held, and the makeshift clothing from the gown. His gaze made a passive scan of the main piece that she had looped twice around her chest before it was tied off. Discolored and torn the skirt was a knee short and held no resemblance to what it once was. Then there was her crimson eyes, silver hair and white wing. If anything she reminded him of a neglected angel that fell from the heavens and landed in a hell ridden world. What was she thinking anyway? Was she herself alright? Kuros waited a moment, fully expecting his own thoughts to lash him again for concerning himself with her but no such thing happened. He took a deep steady breath and gazed into the fire once more.
"I didn't think you would come back." He finally spoke in a gentle tone that hinted concern as well as relief. "I..." He looked up at her and seeing that angel, his eyes softened just this once. "I am glad I was wrong. Thanks to you I am still here."
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Post by lithillia on Aug 8, 2012 11:12:15 GMT -8
He looked at her, she could see it from the corner of her eye. She felt that the silence between them should be shattered by someone saying something. But she did not know where to start. Should she be asking him how he felt? She knew well how he must feel, or she thought so.... Regardless, it was not a moment to ask how he felt. She did not want to rip up in the whole event, neither of the events. She idly picked up an assortment of the nuts and berries into her cupped hand. Studying each and one to make sure it was not some of those who held poison, or if they had gone bad in any way. She had been so glad that he had kept busy tending to the sword, but now that he was done the silence was just aching with the things not said... She ached to just have thing to be the way they were. But then he spoke. "I didn't think you would come back." A small pause and to her it seemed like he was unsure of what to say next, or weighing his words carefully. "I..." She let her eyes look over to him as he continue to speak to her. "I am glad I was wrong. Thanks to you I am still here." What could she say to that? How could she answer that? She wanted to ignore it really, just give him the berries and smile. Say she was glad she came back and that she could save him. But the smile never came, just her hand reached out the little amount of food to him. She had after all not come to stay, she had not come back, not really. She had come to say good bye... If she had not come... He would not have been at the safer distance, he would have been with the main group. The first blow might have snuffed the life out of him... Lithillia kept her odd stare at him, her eyes meeting his as direct as she would always do when contemplating something of importance. Could she say she was glad to help him? That at least this time she did something good? Why was this so hard. “You are welcome...” She finally said, and it felt alien to speak, not that it had been that long, but all the same something seemed to be wrong with the situation besides the obvious.
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Post by Kuros on Aug 9, 2012 20:11:45 GMT -8
He felt her eyes on his and got that familiar uncomfortable feeling he always did when she looked at him like that. The truth is he did not know why he got such a feeling. Was it because behind those crimson eyes he saw a degree of innocence? Or was it that he felt completely exposed as if she could see every dirty little secret he held locked away behind his own crystalline green orbs. "You are welcome..." The simple phrase made him tilt his head to the side in slight curiosity, it seemed the girl was as uncomfortable as he was. Kuros paused again contemplating his next step. He wanted to know what the girl was thinking. "What made you come back?" He finally said the words, deciding to take a direct approach.
Lithillia held her gaze on his eyes, flinching now would feel like she showed of a lesser stature of her self, delaying the answer would also make her look bad. Things were odd enough as they were so she folded her arms over her chest and breathed in deeply. " There were things I had to say..."
Her posture, the tone of her voice and the way she behaved told him that whatever she had to say was of great importance and somehow it would impact their immediate future, not like there was much left of it. His gaze held hers, refusing to let her go. His mind raced, wondering just exactly what that was all about. Had she come to explain what happened that night? Or was it something else? Perhaps she got her memories back, or maybe she had them all along and now she wished to confess? Kuros leaned back and ate some the berries and nuts she gave him. They weren't much but it would be enough to keep them alive until they can recover and get back to civilization. "Look Lith, if it's about that night then there is nothing to say...it was an accident. You didn't mean mean it..."
Lithillia flexed her jaw muscles again, a very honest tell sign that she was getting stressed out, otherwise she looked very calm, and just gave a little tilt of her own head. "And you are sure of that..." What are you saying? Her mind immediately hissed to her, and it was then she realized what she had just said. For a moment her eyes widened a bit. He must think of her as a monster...
"You caught me off guard yes." Kuros began and admitted that she got the upper hand. "but I do not believe it was your intention to cause any harm." He straightened out again. "You've had plenty of other opportunities where I could have been an easy kill yet you didn't take them. I only regret that things didn't go so smoothly for you with the rest of the knights after that..." He paused slightly looking into the flames. "Not that it really matters anymore..."
She felt cold when he looked away, and let her self follow his gaze into the flame. She mumbled when she started to talk again " ... No. not that it matters now..."
The subject changed like the shifting winds and Kuros once more found himself thinking of the more recent events. This happened so fast, everything hit all at once. He didn't even get a chance to deal with Lithillia, he wanted to say more, he wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault and that despite what she did to him, the moment they shared wasn't a bad one entirely. "Whoever did this knew of our capabilities, the attack was perfectly executed. Our defenses were useless, almost as if the enemy expected us to make every move." Kuros went on to explain the situation though he probably didn't need to. Lithillia was there, she saw everything. Why didn't he give the order to revert back to their true colors? Perhaps if they were able to use their abilities that they were trained in things could have been different. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth. "I should have gone alone..." His voice held a certain icy undertone beneath it. "I should have dealt with this myself." And he would have done so too, he wouldn't have to hide behind illusions, he could have taken his true form and smashed whatever got in their way, perhaps he would have done too, but he couldn't let Lithillia see him like this, he wasn't ready.
"Go and do what? Where were you going ?" She had no idea of what he was talking about, she had not been there to see the injured soldier to arrive the camp with grim news. She looked over at him again, wishing she could see past him and into his memories and thoughts, but as she did that she remembered the dreams she had about Dachande in dark armor, and then the latest dream of her as a true monster out to get him. She flinched and tried to mask that action by leaning down sorting berries again.
You've grown soft, little Dark Lord. There it was, the harsher part of him, it prodded once more to criticize him for his mistakes. Go and do what indeed? It mocked him again, The girl awaits your answer, what will you tell her? Kuros shifted his gaze from the fire to gaze at her again. The way she focused her attention on something else told him that there was more to her than she lead on.
Chaos, absolute chaos. This is what the situation was and Gran Kain was no doubt laughing. So where was he going? He had to tell her something. I was going to see why my other secret army got wiped out. That voice spoke in his thoughts and laughed. "I received a missive of a disturbance in this area and our forces were to investigate." He began, "I didn't realize how powerful our enemy was." To that at least he can speak the truth, he truly did underestimate the strength of his foe.
Lithillia gave him her usual stare and evaluated his words, he clearly had not noticed her sudden reaction and she could thank any god for that to have happened. "Someone who can do damage like that... It would pose a great threat. It could be smart to warn Kekropus about this. He would undoubtedly have heard something about this already, don't you think?" Saying this made her flinch on the inside again. Maybe she was a failure to the kamael race, would she want to know the answers to her question if she was to ask Kekropus about what had happened in Dachande's tent and then later on the battlefield. Her gaze grew more intense as she spoke, and she felt filled with doubt.
Kuros' face went pale for a moment at the suggestion. Absolutely not! He could not let this go out in the open, too much has been invested in this for him to be discovered now. While he respected the Heir-arch and admired the kamael race he could not risk this. His green eyes narrowed in reaction to the dangers such a suggestion possessed. "No. I will finish the mission." He may have sounded like a fool to her right now, but better to be a fool in her eyes than to be discovered. "The Shield is not dead yet." He grit his teeth as it took effort to get up, but he did. He brought his hand up and brushed away the locks of blond hair from his face and moved to the pack where his armor rested. The girl's words had shaken him, he didn't want to be discovered.
Lithillia stood up with him, knowing his condition she did not want him to fall over and into the fire. " So you... one man... are going after something that did this to ALL of your men, because you are to proud to seek help from others?" With out knowing it, she was half yelling at him. Her stomach knotted when her mind played of images of this one single human being in silver armor going against a whole horde of enemies. " No... no.. its not pride... No... You must be out of your mind!" She huffed, realizing she had not said everything she wanted and her mouth kept saying things she would rather have kept silent about. "So all of what I have done to nurse you back to health, was a waste of my time? If you wanted to die I...I..." She finally bit of the trail of words, the outburst making her feel shocked of her self.
The kamael caught him off guard as well when she got up so suddenly. He didn't expect this sudden fire, he did not expect her to shatter the stone mask she wore and come at him like that. Perhaps it was madness, but it was something that had to be done, this threat needed to be wiped out and his secret had to be safe. He was willing to take it to the grave with him if he had to. So all of what I have done to nurse you back to health, was a waste of my time? If you wanted to die I...I... The words struck him like lightning but it wasn't that. He was grateful that she saved him. He looked down at the ground for a moment and then to the rock wall he faced. "I am much stronger than you think..." He finally whispered in a hushed tone, and it was almost spoken in a way as if he wanted to tell her something but couldn't.
"That is what you think!" Why did he have to be so stupid and... and.. reckless with his life? Weakness... Why would you care? His time is up in just a few years anyway. He is human... remember. The thoughts in her head made her scoff out loud as if she was scoffing at his abilities of keeping himself alive. She glared at him, thinking that he would have to go past her if he wanted to leave this cave, and she would not play nice against him if she had to show force. The expression on her face she gave him would display how stubborn she was about it all. " You are in no condition..."
Something about Kuros shifted and for the moment his gaze shot up at her when she spoke. The way he looked at her now was in the same was a viper would look at an unsuspecting mouse. Those green crystalline orbs, always known for his softness and beauty now held something else, something stone cold, almost as if her actions provoked it. Perhaps he felt her thoughts on how she felt about him, how she looked down at him or perhaps not, but one thing for sure, for that small moment the weak human that was Dachande was gone....but only for a moment.
Kuros sighed and turned to lean against the wall. You are in no condition because as long as she is around you are holding back, aren't you? That voice spoke again though this time he felt it had enough reason to be right. Get rid of her and let me out. "Tomorrow we will go back to see if there is anything left to salvage from the supply wagons." The human spoke and completely ignored her concerns. "We will find some better clothing for you as well as any spare coin so you can make it back to Talking Island. There you will go and make your report to Kekropus." His gaze held her once more, this wasn't a request, it was a command. "The Silver Shield can no longer protect you. Give the Heir-arch my apologies."
"There IS nothing left! It all burned to ashes! And I'm going nowhere!" That was it then, she had made up her mind and she stood there breathing, hurt that he would send her away even if she had come to tell him good bye. Was it really so that he wanted her gone then? His green eyes were cold as he stared up at her and he felt more alien than ever. I told you... He has power over you, don't feel pity of this one. He will make his own end come, you can not stop it. "I WILL stop it!" she shouted out loud and turned around to walk to the mouth of the cave. Lithillia felt so confused and tired of this new and unfamiliar feeling. She had lost everything once, she didn't want to lose it again.
I WILL stop it! If Kuros thought he was done being surprised by her he was truly mistaken. Stubborn child.... His darker side found it rather amusing. She doesn't know, she doesn't understand. Kuros narrowed his eyes and silenced the voice, he's heard enough. He saw her walk past him to the mouth of the cave to stand there. Again he wished he knew what she was thinking, what she was feeling so he could deal with this properly. It would have been easier if she just was one of his own, but that was not the case. He couldn't tell her either, not when she herself doesn't remember who she is.
He shook his head and sighed once more before slowly making his way to stand beside her. The air has cooled off quite a bit this night, though the skies were at least clear. He looked to his left and studied the winged woman. He recalled their first meeting and how they both acted. Each getting on the others nerves. He recalled all their moments and how everything shifted from dislike to something more....warmer. He will miss her, that was a fact. All dreams must come to an end, even the good ones. The man she is infatuated with is nothing but an illusion, he needs to die. Well, time to get this over with then. "There is nothing you can do to change this, Lithillia." He spoke in a plain matter of fact tone.
Lithillia scoffed annoyed like and made sure to look away from him so he could not see her face as it grew difficult to compose herself. She did not want to go, she felt unable to... "And that is how you see it then..." Why did she say that? It had to be said... She wanted to protest out loud again, though it would just sound silly to argue half her thoughts out loud. "Nor can you change this Dachande..." Her breath shivered, and she hugged herself, though she was not cold really. "None can change what happened... It's all in the past now. " But not everything had to... Not everything and she wanted to say that. Kuros watched her turn away from the periphery of his vision. His gaze followed shortly after. He saw her breath in the cool air when she spoke her words. Was she trying to comfort him? To ease his guilt? She hugged herself and he knew there was more she wanted to say, again he somehow felt it. "You're shivering..." He finally said to break the silence between them.
The kamael responded to his words by hugging her self tighter and shook her head. The action did not speak about a denial about her being cold or anything, more so a head shake to the whole situation. She had no idea of what to say now, so she just asked regardless to how silly it could be seen... " How are you feeling ?"
Had she given up then? It seemed almost too easy or was it that she was too worn out by everything to continue to fight him. Either way it didn't matter, he was at least getting some progress. The question was a rather odd one and it told him she would not bother him about his decisions. "I am doing much better and growing stronger with each day, thanks to you." You will be stronger yet when you release me and devour whoever did this to you. He ignored the voice, he's heard enough. He would already get rid of her, there was no need to pester him about it any longer. "Come, we should go back inside, to the fire." Kuros reached out with his hand and gently rested it on her bare shoulder. It was so warm to the touch despite the chill in the air.
Her eyes darted to the hand on her shoulder, and then up to look in to his eyes. What made him do that, why after all this, after sending her away, did he touch her? She felt desperate she did not what to do or think so she blurted out. " I have them all with me."
Kuros drew his hand back, his fingers curling into the palms. The statement was an odd one and it gave him a look of confusion on his face. "I...don't understand." He spoke and gazed at her. "Who is with you?"
She could not take it back now. The cat was out of the bag so to speak, and she looked back down at the hand on her shoulder and then resumed staring out at the evening sky. It was not cold, but it was not only the temperature of the world that kept her feeling warm now. The souls burned in her, as if they were listening to the conversation and wanted her to go with Dachande so they could get closer to their revenge. A final act so to speak before they could find peace.
Kuros frowned at the words, he wished the kamael gave him a straight answer. A part of him perhaps knew what she was getting at but he found it impossible that she would do that. He looked at her a bit more closely, the tone of his voice becoming a bit more serious. "Lithillia." He began, "Who is everyone?"
Her mind revisited the battlefield, if one could call the site of mass slaughter a place of battle, and her voice was monotone. " I did not know, I never understood it before after... The captain he... died at my feet and it just happened. I never wished for it..." she scoffed and looked down. Was she embarrassed, filled with regret.. or even scared? It could be hard to tell, and the half dried hair fell down from her shoulders and the combed back strands covered her face once again. "... Or maybe I did, without understanding what was going on..."
"You drained them..." It wasn't an accusation, the words spoken by him were a matter of fact. Inwardly Kuros was impressed that the girl had such power and he wanted it. If Lithillia was expecting him to be horrified she found that worry to be premature. "Like an Angel of Death descended to collect the souls of the fallen." He turned slightly to walk behind her and crossed his arms at the turnout of events. "I suppose better with you than with whatever afterlife awaited them in the end." For a moment Kuros dropped the Dachande facade and turned to face her again, his eyes gazing at her back, taking in the detail of her. "So....how does it feel?"
Her lips parted and she stared at him with a dumbfounded look on her face. Was he for real? Carefully now... This is unexpected... Did he accept this? Feel curious about it? Was it a trap and soon the punishment would come? He wanted to know how it felt carrying all the souls of his dead men, but why... why would he think that their afterlife would be worse fate than being devoured like this? Did he not fear this at all? After what had happened during the kiss... He just found it... interesting? " It feels warm.... and I feel sated..." Bad description maybe, but the truth none the less. " ... I feel their strength." And then she sighed, the sound tinted with sadness. " and they are so many."
"You did what you had to do." He plainly said it, truth be told he wasn't really surprised by this, at least not anymore, after all had he not destroyed the souls of others before? He placed his hand on her shoulders once more and contemplated on changing his mind whether she should come with him or not. Perhaps if he could make her understand, make her enjoy that dark side of her she would accept him for what he was? There you go again...you already have what you were looking for. This one is too volatile to risk such a move. The voice of his more rational side warned once more. His grip on her shoulder tightened only slightly. "Shilen must be furious to have the souls of the dead denied her."
Feeling his hand on her shoulder did not seem so scary anymore, he did not drop dead at the touch and she did not feel like she could fit another soul inside of her right now. He would be safe, and right now it was the only thing that really mattered. Her inner voice didn't say anything about it, Lithillia already knew what it would have told her. She did not want to come off as a love sick child, the previous drama made her not desire it at all. Getting to know her self was enough for now, but she did not know if she could trust anyone else to be around her when she did. What more horrible truths would she discover down the road? All she knew was that he had been there and given her a place to be. Now she wanted to be there more than anything. " You seek revenge..."
You seek revenge... The statement she spoke was as clear as the skies above them, it it never rang more true. Kuros did seek revenge, yes, he wanted to kill...no not kill, to destroy whatever it is that stood in his way. Gathering and training those men consumed a great amount of time and resources and now, in one single swift strike they were all gone. Oh he wanted revenge, he also wanted to know how such an event came to be, what mistakes were made and he would find those answers. His attention focused on the female kamael once more. Was he being unfair? It was clear she struggled with something yet he thought of nothing except what she was capable of and how to destroy his enemies. "Yes..." He spoke softly to confirm her words.
"Then you should take me with you. Do not deny your men the chance of their own revenge...." She raised her head and looked straight forward. He would be truly cold if he could refuse this request.
He regarded her for a moment and the request she made. In truth he could use her, that power of hers could be useful. However, unlike the kamael, his men knew what he was hiding from her, what they were all hiding from her. Ahhh....how sweet, you think she'll see you as a monster and run, or better yet you'll be forced to kill her. Does she not hunt you after all? Laughter filled his head. There is no need to pretend you're not a monster, because, you are. Kuros sighed and ran his hand along her shoulder, almost as if to caress her, he didn't know why he did it. Perhaps it was just to get rid of the thoughts that brewed in his mind. "Lithillia...I can't..."
"Can't what?" She turned leaving his arm out of reach. How could he say that to her and touch her at all. The inside of her was seething and her jaw muscles flexed again at the attempt to control her feelings. "Who tells you what to do or not?... You can't... So this is your desire then. To leave me?" Lithillia wanted to walk away again but it was either further away from the cave or back inside and she did not feel like she ought to be trapped inside at this moment. She was afraid that the new found powers could make her explode and cause damage. here you go, thank him for nothing and leave him alone. Your powers will grow regardless to his pressence. The kamael scoffed again. "You can't... Just be honest with me rather and tell me how it is. You don't want me to come along."
Her wave of emotions radiated from her like the sun's rays again. It was not that he wanted to leave her, he desired her company. The Heir-arch's words once more came to mind. Treat her well and you will find her loyalty to you will be unshaken. He grit his teeth as the turmoil he felt inside threatened to spill out. He shook his head to try and sort this all out. "I can't..." He whispered. "For fear of what will happen if you do..." There he said it. "I can't let you see this." He took one step back from her, he was clearly shaken. It was clear he was afraid of something, his green eyes reflected it. "I'm sorry." He turned from her and limped his way back inside the cave.
She read him and his words that he did not trust her, and just left him to wander inside of the cave. Better have him remove himself than her do something stupid while he was close. Her heart ached and the warmth of her skin just felt like it burned way more hot. She had to get cooler air, she had to get away even for a little. The kamael crouched down and made one strong flap of her wing and jumped up into the air. When her feet found firm ground under her feet again she perched atop the cave on the mountain side and stared up at the red moon.
Kuros made his way through the cave to the fire where his makeshift bed was. Suddenly he felt so tired and drained. This confrontation took too much out of him. He felt guilty for not giving into her request, he didn't mean to hurt her. In fact it was the last thing he wanted to do, she didn't deserve this, but he didn't want her seeing him as the black knight either. He didn't want to fight her again.
When he laid down on the bed and rested his head on the straw he brought his hand forward and brought forth the dark energies that he had hidden form her for so long. He stared into those shadowy strands for a while before closing his hand to form a fist to snuff the shadows out. "I'm sorry, Lithillia." The human whispered and closed his eyes and before he knew it sleep had taken hold of him. The last image he saw was the kamael in the gown he gave her, before this nightmare started. She was smiling as she did when they danced back at the ball. His lips curled to return the smile as he took that image to hold on to for what is to come.
The kamael sat in the red light of the moon, she perched like one sinister gargoyle but then she moved to ruin the illusion. She had decided now, that she would follow after him... she did not care if he wanted her too or not. From a distance if she had to. She did not trust that he would not get him self killed. She killed the voice in her head before it could start muttering as usual about her weakness, she got it already. What was so bad about caring for at least one other in this world? She knew what was what, but she would still not want him to die because he was foolish and stupid. Reckless human... she let her self jump down and broke the fall with her wing and a deep flex of her knees before entering the cave like nothing had happened.
Her own bed was placed quite close to Dachande's, she had done so because it had been easier to take care of him while he was out, and she had not had the time to move it. How silly would it be if she would start to shuffle the dead grass to somewhere else now in the dead of the night. She placed herself stretched out on the surprisingly soft makeshift bed, and stared at his back. The long blond hair scattered out over the surface and she had to hold back from reaching out to touch it. He was sleeping so she would not want to disturb him. She would talk to him next morning, It could all wait till the morning.
****Forest of Mirrors - Morning****
The next morning was found to be uneventful. Kuros woke up and found that it no longer hurt to talk and that his was a lot less sore than before. Lithillia too was oddly quiet, she barely said anything to him other than the usual greeting and any required communication when it came to breakfast and then bathing, separately of course. When all that was completed the came back to the cave to gather their gear and set out to the area where the Shield fell.
They arrived at the site a few hours later and found the battlefield to be a complete mess with trees knocked down and large boulders scattered everywhere. Corpses were strewn everywhere, though the bulk of the force was already buried under the rubble. If Kuros felt anything regarding all of this she certainly did not show it and whatever feelings he may have had he crushed them. While he did feel a degree of sorrow and regret he couldn't afford to show any weakness, he would not mourn them or say anything in remembrance as is the tradition. He would honor their memory by avenging them.
When the looked Lithillia over the girl kept her stone mask expression at the sight of this all. She said nothing and he could only imagine what was going on inside her. Satisfied that she was dealing with his in her own way he moved over to the first corpse and examined it. He searched through it and took whatever valuables on the former soldier's possession and moved to the next one. He instructed Lithillia to do the same. "Take what you can make use of. It won't serve the dead anymore."
Kuros watched as Lithillia stood there, looking around at first trying to figure out where to begin, before moving with quick strides over to the familiar form of the captain. Being close to him once more, and now that the death had taken its hold of him for real made her brows frown before kneeling down to look for anything of value. Satisfied that the girl was busy Kuros himself went on to gather anything of value he could salvage.
Some time passed and they managed to secure one cart as well a cache of valuables which consisted of adena, gems, armor and weapons and by some miracle the bottle of whiskey that Lithillia gave him as a gift. It wasn't a large hoard as most of it has been buried or burned beyond recognition but it was enough to make a comfortable life for a little while. Now came the part of getting rid of the bodies. The grim task was completed by both of them in complete silence. They lined them up row by row and when that was completed Kuros took out a barrel of oil and poured it over them. He paused for a moment remembering the names and the faces of each of the soldiers that served under him. The committed that into memory and tossed a torch onto the first corpse.
The blaze fanned out quickly and consumed the corpses in one raging inferno. Both human and kamael stood there for a moment of silence to pay their respects and then the pair turned to walk over to the cart and the two horses they tied to it. Kuros made sure everything was secured and in order and then went over to help the kamael up into the driver's seat. "There should be enough there to give you a comfortable life for a little while. Go to the town of Giran. There charter a ship to Talking Island and report to the Heirarch. Wait for me at our old camp, in three days, I shall be by your side again. I promise."
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Post by lithillia on Aug 10, 2012 15:39:07 GMT -8
She let him help her up into the drivers seat. Her clothes were different now, as she had salvaged some of the females soldiers clothes. She didn't look like she was wearing laces anymore, even if the shirt was too big. She had folded up the arms to just above the elbows, the blue color of it matched the sky. She had found some regular soldier boots and black pair of tights to wear. All in all, she was properly dressed. Her long hair was tied up in a ponytail with a gray scarf, and just the bangs were free to fall into her face. Her hand continuously tried to tuck the locks behind her ear, but time and time again it just fell down.
"There should be enough there to give you a comfortable life for a little while. Go to the town of Giran. There charter a ship to Talking Island and report to the Heirarch. Wait for me at our old camp, in three days, I shall be by your side again. I promise." His words came like to her, an expected explanation, and she nodded calm like looking him right into his eyes. The red color of her eyes darkened slightly, and she collected the reins of the horse in her hands, and looking away from him then. “Yes, Dachande... I am aching to be a little comfortable now...” She straightened her back and lifted her chin. If she was ever a time she would look more stuck up than before, it was now, and if what she said had a hint of sarcasm to it, or if she really meant that and was really tired of everything would be hard to define. “ Enjoy your trip...” Soon after she clicked her tongue and made the horse start to pull her and the wagon away from the scene. The tempo was slow, no need to burn of the horse as the distance was long. If he was looking after her, she would hold up her hand in the air, giving of a wave with out turning her head to look back her self.
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Post by Kuros on Aug 14, 2012 19:14:02 GMT -8
****Forest of Mirrors - Few Hours Later****
The entire area held the stench of death. Kuros could smell it through the link he had with Nileha as he watched through her eyes everything that was before him. He sent the Dark Panther to scout ahead the moment Lithillia disappeared from view. He could feel his companion's anticipation as she sailed across the air one from tree branch to another. It was almost as if he himself was there, as if he were the one sailing across. Even after this time it still amazed him on how wonderful of a feeling this was to be able to be so free. There, he saw them all, black armored corpses strewn across the field like some broken toys. There were signs of battle but no corpses of the enemy, yet the panther was able to smell the traces of sulfur in the air. His knight was right, demons were here at some point. Still despite the sight the panther did not go any closer, instead she leaped from shadow to shadow circling the camp to get a better view for her lord from all angles.
Nothing, aside from the corpses the camp was empty, there were no demons present. Wait for me. Kuros sent out the mental command and had the panther remain hidden. He himself moved through the forest, following the same path the panther took more or less, minus the trees. The trek didn't take long and soon the human found himself on the first set of corpses. He knelt down to examine the first of the dark knights and ran his hand along the jagged claw marks on the breastplate. Poor bastard, the thing that attacked him tore him up pretty good.
Kuros moved deeper into the camp now, past the outer edges to the center and that is where he saw it. The blood on the canvas, the runes on the ground, and a great pile of corpses arranged in a circular manner. Shilen! The name of the goddess came to mind automatically, the runes themselves were answer enough. How could the cult strike so swiftly? He would expect the Silver Shield to be the primary target as they were quite active, but this hidden force? This was not right, it shouldn't have been possible. Kuros knelt down and inspected the dead knights. They were stripped of armor, wearing nothing but their briefs. Their hands were tied behind their backs and ritualistic runes were carved into their chests before having their throats slit. A growl from the panther gave him an advanced warning that someone was approaching. The human drew his sword and stepped behind one of the tents to remove himself from view while the panther watched from the treeline.
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Post by lithillia on Aug 15, 2012 15:29:49 GMT -8
Lithillia had moved quickly to hide the horse and wagon containing their salvaged items from the soldiers. A near by cave fitted the purpose and the horse she just let go grassing freely. The kamael felt confident that the animal would not go far away from where she left it, and since it was free she could spend how ever long time away with out causing it any harm.
She had lost sight of Dachande, but she could follow him easily after backtracking to where they had parted. It was not as much signs of his wanderings over the ground that made her know he had set foot there, it was more a feeling guiding her. She could not explain it, nor did she really take time to study the feelings further. All she wanted, was to find out why he was so desperate to separate from her, to find out what he was hiding. Her eyes narrowed and her feet took her cross country as fast her legs could carry her, the distance between them had to grow smaller, and to help with the speed she started to blink from one place to the next. Not only was she curious as to why he set of on his own, something else urged her to follow the human. It was not just the fact that she thought he was unable to defend him self, that he was weak and ignorant to his own mortality. No, there was something else beside all of that.
It did not make sense, but she felt she was getting closer by feeling warmer. She had never noticed it before, but Dachande had this effect on her. It was like she could feel the energy residue that he left behind after moving through an area. Maybe it was not really a warm feeling either but nonetheless, what ever it was, it was something she could easily pick up. Lithillia shook her head, she better not think too much of it because it made no sense to her as to why she could sense him like this. The kamael moved past the first corpses, following a perfect route after the human. Her pace slowed down as she studied the dead that lied on the ground, and the tinge of sulfur hung lightly in the air here. The black armor on the dead was not something that she recognized, but the sight of them made her slowly unsheathe her rapier and held it out to the side, ready to use. She sharpened her senses, opening up for sounds to come to her for to pick up any warning signs in the surroundings. Dachande be damned if he was finding him self in trouble with whom ever had done this... The kamael gritted her teeth and kept following the trail of the human.
A camp started to form before her, and she stopped making big eyes. She could swear she had heard a sound resembling to a growl but could not detect anything that was the source of it. Was she imagining things? She looked around, the white hair in the ponytail danced behind her at the movement before it fell back in the original position when she stared ahead again. Wherever Dachande was, he would have gone through here, so she had to follow the trail. Lithillia moved slowly and carefully over to the pile of dead men, their almost naked form, slit throats and formations with the runes made it look like some kind of ritual offering. She could not recognize it right of the bat, but she knew it could not be anything good. Again she looked around to see if there was anyone still there, her searching eyes studying the camp from where she stood, all around the scene, staring out to the treeline and the feeling that she was not alone was strong. She was definitely not in a good position for defending her self should someone decide to attack her, so she took on a defensive pose and tried to locate what ever it was hiding behind the trees before it found her.
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Post by Kuros on Aug 15, 2012 17:21:43 GMT -8
Lithillia! The human cursed the moment the kamael came into view. Damn that girl, he knew this was too easy, with the way she was so quiet and obedient in the morning. He should have never trusted her to just go on and do what she was told, he should have gone with her to make sure she was gone. Kuros grit his teeth in frustration, the girl was going to ruin everything and worst of all she would question him about all of this.
He watched her for a moment as she studied the camp. His gaze followed her movements and avoided her gaze every time he was in danger of being discovered. How did she find him? How was this possible, he was so sure his movement and direction was concealed from others. Then, he saw her shift towards the treeline where the panther was hidden. Could she see Nileha as well? The girl was alert as ever and no doubt ready for a fight.
Kuros leaned back against the tent that separated him from the kamael and considered his options. He could just simply revert to his true form and drive her off, but causing a scene would no doubt alert his enemies if they were still here. Damn you girl, why couldn't you just do what you're told for once. He had to do something, sooner or later she was going to discover him and the panther. Sighing he did what he could do for now.
"What are you doing here?" He spoke in a low voice and came around from behind the tent. "I thought I told you to wait for me back on the Island. You shouldn't be here." He had to get her out of here before it was too late.
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Post by lithillia on Aug 15, 2012 17:47:34 GMT -8
"What are you doing here?" His voice got to her before she heard his footsteps. She quickly turned her head to look over her shoulder, just before she could see the black velvet fur of the guardian feline. She turned her head to him first, while her body stood up from the half crouch she made during her search, and turned slowly to face him. The rapier was still ready, the posture did not ease even if she had found what she was looking for. "I thought I told you to wait for me back on the Island. You shouldn't be here." He continued when she locked her eyes with his. “There is something else here...What ever did this might still linger, I can feel it.” She simply said with out answering his questions. It did not matter now, she was here, the explanations could not make it change. “This is what you feared I would see? More dead men?” Her mind played of what he had said to her in the cave not long ago. Telling her he could not bring her in fear for what would happened if she did come with. “And what now will happen? What is it that you fear?” She stood there waiting for either something to really happen, or to hear him explain this for her. The impatience took control and before he could say anything she continued. “And whatever, or whomever, that did this... you could not stand alone against it. It is a good thing I came Dachande. You might have skills but you have limitations as well.” There she said it, her worry saw the light of day and she lifted her chin up and gazed at him from the corner of her eyes, face half turned away from him. She clearly saw her self as superior, his protector of sorts, especially when it came to combat related issues.
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Post by Kuros on Aug 15, 2012 19:14:10 GMT -8
Kuros met her gaze, he watched her for a moment as she pressed him on what he didn't want her to see. He didn't need her to protect him here, she did not understand. It was her he wanted to protect, he had to get her out of here. He took a step forward and grabbed her by the arm. "We can't stay here." No sooner than he spoke did the skin on the back of his neck get goosebumps. Too late, they weren't alone after all. The laughter seemed to come from all sides and then he felt it. The gathering dark energies rippled around them both as the shadows of the surrounding area collected themselves and formed a humanoid shape.
Kuros turned in time to see the a black robed wizard standing just a few feet before them, it was one of his own.
"Well well well, isn't this a surprise." The hooded man spoke in a tone that seethed with malevolence. "I haven't counted on seeing any survivors." His gaze focused on the human knight. "I have underestimated you, Lord Kuros."
Kuros locked his gaze at the wizard, and now he realized what truly happened. It started to make sense now. Only a traitor would know the camp's location and the exact nature of their defenses, it was this wretched wizard who created them after all. "Memnon." Kuros spoke in a tone as cold as the northern winds. He ignored the kamael for the moment, there was no stopping this now.
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Post by lithillia on Aug 15, 2012 19:28:50 GMT -8
Lithilla pointed the rapier to the newcomer, and twisted her arm out of the grip of Dachandes hand before taking a half step to stand between the wizard and the human. She heard the other adress Dachande as Lord Kuros, and her eyes made a twitch of surprise. Other than that she tried not to reveal any surprise by this new, even if her mind played over the odd dreams of this “Kuros” wearing Dachandes face. The sound of the icy voice of the human behind her pulled her back into the now, and she glared at the one named Memnon. She would give the men a few seconds to make sense before she would make her next move, and she could already feel the hunger build up as well as the stirring of the souls already harvested.
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Post by Kuros on Aug 15, 2012 20:36:42 GMT -8
"How amusing." The black robed wizard spoke in the same manner and fully meant it when the kamael placed herself between himself and Kuros. "The little Princess defending a Dark Lord, now that's rich." His lips curled to form a wicked smile almost as if he knew something she didn't. "Tell me child, are you so eager to die for a man you hardly know?" Memnon continued and moved to the side to gaze at the armored human. "She really doesn't know, does she?"
"Memnon...." Kuros growled the warning in a low tone to the wizard and narrowed his eyes. For his effort he was rewarded with laughter again. His gaze the swept over to the kamael and for the short moment she turned to him, he saw the confusion on her face.
"Very well then little kamael, let me show you exactly what is it you are defending." The wizard swept his hand over the human now that he had a perfect line of sight.
Kuros tried to move in on the man, but it was too late. The magic took hold of him and already shattered the illusion he wore. This was in then. The human closed his eyes and looked down, he saw the strands of magic snake their way along his body. The silver pieces darkened turning to rust and then peeling off like ashes from burned paper to be scattered into the winds. In the place of the silver was the glossy black surface of his armor. The cloak came next, the white fabric tore itself apart only to be replaced by the black and purple cloth. His silver sword, the one he sharpened in the cave changed as well. Gone was the silver glow of the holy weapon, only to be replaced by a black, curved, serrated blade which seemed to suck up all the light around it.
The winds picked up higher, tossing the human's his long blond hair and causing it to curl up around his neckline as the spell made its way up his body. Finally came the dark helmet once the hair was out of the way and formed itself perfectly to fit his face, with the dragon like horns coming out to curl at the front. Kuros lifted his head to gaze at the kamael then, just in time for the two red points of infernal light that served as his eyes flickered to life.
The spell ended, and Kuros stood before the female in all of his dark glory, as the very Dark Lord she encountered and battled before.
"Behold! Your knight in shining armor!"
((OOC: all the posts have been inspired by this music piece all the way up to the transformation. Kuods to Lith for finding it and sharing it with me, it was a big help.
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Post by lithillia on Aug 15, 2012 21:14:17 GMT -8
While the stranger of a man, Memnon, kept talking, she let her eyes dart over to look at Dachande in confusion. The warning tone in his voice made her understand that what ever the dark robed man was going on about held some kind of truth. A shiver shot down her spine and she shifted her grip on the rapier, still pointing at the target. She had turned with Memnon as he had moved to the side and had now Dachande in a direct line of sight. She did not like this new, and some part of her started to add up the scattered pieces of evidence. He did not want you to come with you. Because he protects something more of more value of you... Him self. She forced her eyes shut for a moment, but opened them again with such a resolve. What ever it was she did not want to know. She did not need to know. It could be Dachandes secret, even if the curiosity turned with in her like the wild casts of the waves at sea. If he wanted her to know he would tell. Lithillias arm muscles flexed lifting the tip of her weapon slightly to ready her attack. She would have to charge now, before this other could do the damage he intended. Strike now... Strike hard... But she did not get the chance.
"Very well then little kamael, let me show you exactly what is it you are defending."
She followed the magic flowing from the attackers hands, seeing it hit Dachande and started turning him into something else. In surprise she took a few step backwards and raised the free hand to shield her face from the wind increasing in strength but locks from her hair kept whipping her face. Every lash made the skin sting more but she found no reason to react to it when her eyes was fixed on the changing armor. The silver tone gave for the black, and it just kept on going. She shook her head in disbelief when Dachande looked over at her. The pale lips slightly parted, wanting to say something but just froze in place seeing his head covering up with the helmet she recognized all to well.
Her arm fell slowly down to her side, and the rapier slipped out of the hold. Again she found her self staring into the red eyes of the knight in black armor. If it was not from terror, fear or surprise, it was hard to define her wide eyed stare. The kamael swallowed hard, the betrayal stinging in her chest, and the wing on her back dropped a few inches lower onto her back.
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Post by Kuros on Aug 15, 2012 22:35:33 GMT -8
Kuros watched the kamael's reaction. He saw her arm drop to her waist with the rapier slipping out of the grip. He followed her crimson eyes as she took in his form, and in them he saw the reflection of his own infernal ones. She swallowed hard, he could almost feel the same sting she felt and the way her wing dropped in some manner gave him a sense of satisfaction that even a kamael would feel despair in his presence. He did not say a single word to her however, no explanation nothing. Instead he walked past her as if she weren't there and focused his attention on the traitor. Memnon appeared to be satisfied with his work from the way he gazed at them. The satisfaction of disabling the potential threat allowed him to deal with the Dark Lord himself.
"I must say I am glad you survived, my Lord." The wizard spoke in his dark tones. "Now I get to give your life to Shilen as a sacrifice myself. The goddess will be pleased."
Kuros did not answer however, instead his hand shot up without warning and fired a bolt of darkness that struck the spell caster square in the chest. The man was sent flying through the air only to be smashed against a tree and the crumpling down on the ground all broken. He walked slowly to inspect his work when suddenly he was halted by laughter. The wizard moved and started to get up even in his broken form. Limbs realigned themselves and bones snapped back into place with a sickening crunch. What gave the Dark Lord pause was the gaping hole in the man's chest where his blast struck.
"It is pointless." Memnon spoke to gaze at his former master. "She has given me eternal life to pave the way for her arrival. Yours will be the final blood sacrifice for the power she offers." His hand reached out to the side where a scythe materialized as if out of thin air. He laughed again and brought the weapon forth when Kuros did not respond. "Poor little Dark Lord, did you honestly think you could stand in her way? Where even the other gods cower in fear." Kuros halted his next attack at least long enough for the wretch to explain himself. "They are obsolete, they will become dust just as all life on this world, and like the rest of her Chosen I will be there by her side to reap the rewards."
Kuros' lips curled to form a sarcastic smile beneath his great helm and then he laughed. His voice echoed through out the camp.
"What's so damned funny?" Memnon questioned in a rather surprised tone. "Even you wouldn't laugh at your own funeral."
"I'm laughing...at yours." The Dark Lord spoke in his usual low tones. "For all the plotting and scheming, for all the power your new Savior has granted you, you're still naive." His eyes narrowed and his grip on the blade tightened. "Do you truly believe she will allow you to exist? She will wipe you out the moment she has no enemies left. She is what she is Memnon, a goddess of Death, and she is out to claim everyone." There, his words seemed to give the spell caster some pause, it was the moment of hesitation he waited for. Again without warning Kuros closed the distance in just as his panther lept from the shadows to pin the abomination down beneath her razor sharp claws.
Kuros sailed though the air, time seemed to slow down as instinct kicked in. He fully intended to take the abomination's head off, he would cut him to tiny pieces if he had to. Only it didn't happen. The movement was so quick. He watched in surprise as the wizard extended his hand to halt the panther in midair, and bring about the scythe to block the strike of his sword. In that moment that seemed to last for ages, Kuros saw the spell caster look up into his eyes and smile. "You first." He whispered and closed his hand. His panther seemed to fold in on itself as the body was crushed and then dissipated into nothingness. Then came the shock wave that blasted the dark lord back to the other side of the camp.
"Now, what shall we do about the little princess?" Memnon spoke and focused his attention on the kamael. "Will you join me, or join him?" He spoke and pointed at the distance where Kuros would have impacted.
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Post by lithillia on Aug 15, 2012 23:41:16 GMT -8
"Now, what shall we do about the little princess?" The voice of the wizard came from behind her, as she kept her position still staring down at the ground a few meters ahead."Will you join me, or join him?" Memnon asked her and the silence filled the camp they were standing in. She had not turned her head once to see what they had been doing. The sounds from the fighting had barely been registered in her consciousness and she did not give any impression to move right away. Your weakens had him fool you. This is your fault and your fault alone. It hurt her to breath, the feeling of being made a fool of struck her so deep it caused her physical ailment, and her breath started to shiver. You join no one. You are on your own. Dachande... Kuros... The Dark Knight has met his fate... The kamael turned her head slightly for to almost look over her shoulder, but she did not. Her eyes found the ground, and stared down at the tip of her shoes. Someone else will deal with the wizard... You owe nothing to no one. A pale hand slowly curled up into a balled fist, and air was sucked into the lungs in a calming manner. Her emotions started to run faster, and her mind felt like a crowded rooms filling up with screams that demanded revenge.
Behind her the wizard waited for an answer, and so she turned around still keeping eyes on the floor. Her half hidden face revealed the waves of emotion, and this pleased the one staring at her with anticipation. The red orbs danced over the ground, moving closer and closer to where the other was standing.
"My life is limitless little Kamael, but my patience is not." Memnon spoke to remind her he would not wait forever. "A creature like you that my Lord has fancied would do well as an Angel of Death." He wizard approached her slowly. "He has wronged you in so many ways." His voice dripped with venom, it seethed of death and corruption."Take your revenge, harvest him and reap his soul."
She let the gaze travel up his body, and her fist was still balled up as he spoke. He was right, she was an angel of death and the constant whispers in her soul reminded her of the fact that they were there. Her eyes were rimmed with tears when she finally met his, and she sucked in more air through a half stifled sob. You owe nothing to no one! “Your life might be spared a few times already, but everything has its end...” The ghostly hollowed tone of her voice carried just enough so that the man heard what she said. “I might not be able to physically remove you from this plane, as it feels like you are also walking with one foot in the other.” She leveled her head and stared at him with the red color darkening ever so much. “You do appear to be stronger one, the one with the clear victory in sight.....” The wizard smirked, agreeing to this apparent truth. “.... But you forget one thing. I AM the angel of death... And I harvested all the souls from the battlefield.” She took one breath to focus and then whispered so soft, as her chest hurt from the pain this emotions caused. “Your end will be delivered by the dead.”
Having said that the kamael blinked, moving faster than the eye could see, and grabbed a choke hold pressing the under arm to his windpipe. “Say good bye to your immortality.” Dark shades emitted from her person and soon small black and purple orbs started to swirl around the two. After a few moments with the souls gathering, they started to pick up speed and then rush into Memnon's body, taking their revenge as they saw fit. The wizard sank down to his knees and screamed, but Lithillia did not let go of him. She let the souls continue to do what they desired.
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Post by Kuros on Aug 16, 2012 0:52:42 GMT -8
The souls and their fury burned though the wizard's body. They tore and gnawed at the strands of power that held him connected to this world. He screamed as if his very soul was set ablaze. "No, no....NO!!" Memnon grasped the very hand that Lithillia used to hold him down. He frothed at the mouth like a madman whose end was at hand. Then, as quickly as this all happened, it ended. The black robbed wizard blinked for a moment and when he realized he was still alive he started to laugh. “Was this it?” He gazed up at the kamael and reached out with his own hand to grab at her wrist. “I thought you almost had me there.” His lips curled to form a wicked smile just as his hand shifted and took a more demonic appearance. Memnon squeezed with enough force to cause her to loosen the grip on his throat. “It will take more than petty souls to take me down.” He sneered and his entire body began to shift.
The shadows themselves seemed to be pulled into him as his body was covered in an inky darkness. Then it expanded, growing twice the size of the man. The cloth of his robes started to tear as bat like wings erupted from the man's back along with a barbed tail. His arms and legs too seemed to grow and ended with hooked talons for the hands and goat like hooves for the feet. The neck grew thicker causing the remnants of the hood to fall off and reveal a pair of horns that curved above his head like a crown. When the transformation was completed, the shadows shattered like glass to reveal a red scaled demon.
The beast's fiery eyes, which glowed like molten rock, gazed upon the winged woman, it's fanged mouth dripping with liquid flame. It lifted the woman from the ground to dangle before him and roared right into her face. "I shall rend you limb from limb and feast on your very flesh." The demon Memnon spoke in an unearthly tone, his hot breath spilling over her like some infernal flame. “Your soul will burn in the Abyss with him as the goddess has her way with the both of you.” It reached out with his other hand and grasped the single wing the kamael had. He fully intended to rip it right off, to hear the female scream. Instead, it was the demon that gave off a loud shriek of agony when the tip of a blade erupted from the bottom of its jaw. Like some black bolt out of the blue, Kuros dropped from the sky and drove his blade through the back of the demon’s skull while it was occupied with Lithillia. He twisted the hilt to cause more agony to the beast just as it tossed the kamael to the side. Its clawed hands swatted at the armored Dark Lord, it thrashed back and forth to dislodge him, but still Kuros hung on. It was finally the beast’s fiery blood that caused him to let go. The lava like substance burned the fabric of Kuros’ cloak, it heated the metal plates of his armor, making it unbearable. He dislodged the sword from the skull, it’s blade glowing red hot, and jumped back away from the beast. Memnon immediately turned to face the one that caused this and then smiled, or at least Kuros believed it was a smile on that grotesque face it had. “Dark Lord…” The demon almost purred when it called out to him by his title, “There are things even you should fear.” The beast rumbled and took slow menacing steps causing the ground beneath it ignite with the very fires of Hell. As the demon Memnon approached his scythe appeared once more, though this one made out of the very flames that spawned his rebirth. He brought the weapon to bear and intended to sweep the human with it like the Fall harvest.
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Post by lithillia on Aug 30, 2012 2:08:45 GMT -8
Lithillia stared up onto the colossus of a monster that emitted from the form of a man. She made ha half step back, not for to get away from the now blazing heat but for to estimate this new threat and how to better deal with it. Her ponytail danced around her in the winds that picked up around them, and she curled her fingers into small fists. When the shadows shattered and revealed what was inside of it, she could not help but to let out a little surprised gasp and soon she felt the red fiery eyes look down at her self.
The kamael made a new half step back, but still there was no escape to her movement, and with one swift movement she was grabbed hold of and lifted up. When he spoke his voice was even more unearthly than hers, and the roar made her skin feel scorched. Why did it not happen? She had expected the souls to do as they had desired. Was this truly all? The monsters second hand was on its way to grab her single wing, and it was then when she started to fight back. Or try to. She twisted her body and hissed at the enemy while her eyes danced between the hand and the gruesome face.
The scream she heard next came from the transformed wizard , and she could see the blade of Kuros sword come from out the jaw. Everything happened so quick and she tried to play it slower so she could act more accordingly to these events, but she was totally unprepared when the blade twisted around and with that she could feel her self be tossed to the side and let go. The roar from the blood beast followed her as she fell through the air, and with the attempt of breaking the fall she fanned out the wing. Her landing was rough and made her tumble around a few times before skidding to a halt. Her skin burned and soon warm red blood trickled down her knee and leg. She let out an annoyed huff and sprung up to face the battle. Why are they not acting. They had such promise and anger. Her mind was also questioning the work of the souls, or lack there of, and their revenge. Lithillia let her self spend a minute looking over at the dark lord. The knight in black armor. She had met him several times, and all this time it had been Dachande... She shook her head as a lump in her throat grew annoyingly large and painful, and forced her self to swallow. With out realizing it, she had started to whisper softly in words she could not remember ever saying before. She was not sure if it was a prayer or a spell lost to her memories, but her body started to feel renewed and stronger. Soft shadow licked over her frame and her eyes darkened the more she felt ready to make her attack.
She had noticed several weapons on a rack on the other side of the ruined camp. Lithillia clenched her jaws tight and let out a silent growl and blinked unseen over to where she remembered the weapons had been placed. The blades were all long, no one having the quality of the fine thin rapiers she preferred. She took one and felt the hold of it in her grasp. She could easily add the second hand and hold it like a two handed sword. “Dark Lord…” The demons voice was heard somewhere behind her, and Lithillia knew she had to return to the scene right away. “There are things even you should fear.” The kamael spent a half second more deciding what weapon to use, and then grabbed two similar swords and blinked back to the others. If they ever noticed that she had been gone, or saw her coming, they would catch small glints of her as she appeared, disappeared, and reappeared even closer. As she advanced, she lifted both swords ready to attack. The boots dug down into the ground and her wing broke the speed when she came sliding into the battle scene. Her hair came lose from the tied up knot, and fell down behind her. She gave of a cry out and attempted to parry the large scythe with the new found swords.
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Post by Kuros on Nov 20, 2012 5:07:03 GMT -8
((Damn no matter how much I write I can’t seem to find myself satisfied with the effect Kuros is supposed to give when he moved in to finish the traitor off. I always seem to give him too much emotion in situations where he isn't supposed to have any. When I write something and send it away I get another idea or image on how this is supposed to look and bam I find myself rewriting it again. Either way I think I am satisfied with this last one so this one should be the final version. Enjoy))
Kuros saw the fiery scythe descend, and his footing shifted in preparation to step in close to the demon Memnon to prevent him from using the weapon effectively. Then out of nowhere Lithillia was in front of him catching the scythe between two crossed blades. He darted to the side a split second later and twisted his body just in time to see the kamael vanish and the scythe hit the spot where he just stood. Kuros rolled across the ground and came up a few feet away. A vile shriek came from behind him and he turned to see Lithillia dragging both blades down the creature’s back by using her own weight to slice through the muscle as she came sailing down to the ground. In response he saw Memnon turn and sweep his scythe in a wide arch only to have the kamael vanish and reappear a few feet away. Again the dark lord watched as the woman continued with her new tactics, blinking in and out of sight as she closed in the distance and struck at the beast before blinking away. The girl has improved quite a bit since his last battle with her, perhaps enough for her to be a real challenge this time. Still, for all the pain she caused the creature, for all the wounds it received Kuros was still surprised it didn’t die.
The flap of wings made the dark lord aware that something was close by and he saw Lithillia drop from the sky above him. Her hand reached out in front of her and her descent seemingly slowed. Dark purple light danced along the palm and collected forming a sphere before she flung the projectile right at the demon. Kuros himself turned his attention to the demon and charged his blade with black lightning and sliced across in a vertical arch to release it. The crescent like projectile surged across the ground, kicking dirt and rocks in the air the same way a shark fin crested the water as it broke the surface. He saw the projectile expand to swallow the entire form of the demon, followed by his own crescent that smashed into the sphere, causing it to lift off the ground and blast off into the side of a hilltop.
The blast was bright, it was almost as if the sun itself formed right before him. Kuros closed his eyes and braced for the shockwave that followed. He brought his arm up by instinct and leaned forward against it all as an ear splitting roar blasted his ears causing him to go deaf temporarily. When the sudden gust died down and the ringing in his ears subsided the dark lord opened his eyes and surveyed the carnage the combined attack has wrought. The ground was blackened by scorch marks, trailing all the way to the hilltop where a winged outline of Memnon was visible . The demon appeared to have been completely obliterated, all that remained were the ashes. Kuros noted that Lithillia stood off to his side, despite the fact that she wore no armor she stood her ground in the blast. She looked unscathed by what happened, he concluded that she must have shielded herself with her power somehow. The thought brought his attention to how deadly of an opponent she has become.
Kuros took no more than a step forward when his body tensed suddenly and went rigid. A wave of sharp pain shot through his body and his first thought was that perhaps the kamael decided to use this opportunity to attack and finish him off as well. Except that when he saw her she seemed to be in the same agony as he was. He felt himself lifted off the ground along with her by some unseen force and then smashed into the ground without warning. Kuros found that his armor protected him from the impact quite well, but it did little to suppress the pain of whatever it was that got a hold of them. Then he heard the familiar sinister chuckle just as a winged form materialized as if out of thin air before them. It was Memnon, fully recovered with no wounds or marks from what was just done to him.
“I told you that I cannot be killed.” Memnon’s deep voice hissed. “I am Her Reaper.” His clawed hand tightened and as it did so did the invisible force holding the human and kamael captive. Kuros did everything he could to keep from crying out. He would not give the traitor the satisfaction. “I do believe it is time to end this little game. The soul of this winged harlot and yourself will complete the sacrifice." Memnon’s lips curled to form a vicious and grotesque smile, his sharp teeth showing and prepared to crush the two with the power he held. "Good bye, Dark Lord." But just as this was about to happen the demon himself stopped and went rigid almost as if something struck him. There was a long pause, the energies still held on to the pair but that was about it. Then the demon gave off a horrid sound that was something like a gasp, or so Kuros thought. Something was wrong the dark lord noticed, something stopped the demon short. Then it happened.
The first soul erupted from the demon’s chest, followed by a second, and a third and so on until they formed a swirling mass around him. Then like some sort of swarm they all dove down at Memnon, striking at him from all sides. The roars of agony were genuine, whatever he and Lithillia did to the demon in their combined attack paled in comparison to what was happening now. It was like watching a swarm of locusts over a fertile field. Memnon was covered in the spirit host from head to tail, his screams were lost to the ghostly wails and shrieks of the wraiths that now sought their revenge. He stood there awed by a sight he’s never seen before. Scales flew in all directions as he could only imagine what these manifestations of pure rage did to the demon. Then as fast as this all started it was over, the lights, the shrieks all faded away leaving the broken shell of a man that was Memnon before them.
Kuros walked over to the man slowly. His steps rang in his ears like his very own steady heartbeat, muffling out all the other sounds around him. He saw nothing, no camp, no kamael or dead bodies, just a black void and the fallen wizard who cringed at his approach. It was clear the man lost his mind after the wraiths had their way with him. However, the reaction to his approach showed the dark lord that he still had enough sense to know that death was coming for him in the form of cold, black steel and he would find no mercy in those red infernal eyes that bore down on him. The man moaned and whimpered and then struggled like some panicked animal when Kuros closed his armored hand around his throat and dragged him across the ground without missing a heartbeat. Memnon frothed at the mouth as he spat and choked, his face turning red from the lack of oxygen. It did nothing to help him. In silence the dark lord dragged the man across the field until at long last they arrived at the very center of the camp. There Kuros lifted the man with one hand and paused as if to examine the traitor. A short moment of silence passed between the two, the dark lord tilted his head to the side almost as if amused and then without warning the brought the man down and impaled him on a wooden spike that protruded from the ground. The scream that filled the air was like music to his ears. For all the talk about power and not being able to die the wizard showed his true colors now. He was a coward and he was weak, hiding behind a goddess was the very proof of that. The dark lord took a step back and watched the traitor’s arms and legs flail as he bled all over the ground. Despite losing his men Kuros found a sense of satisfaction and the momentary flicker in his infernal eyes showed it.
The gruesome display unfolded itself for a while longer with Kuros standing there and watching with an unflinching gaze. Then, it was over, Memnon was gone and his soul with him to be devoured by the very goddess he sold himself to. The spirits of his men could rest now, they were avenged and their fight was over. Kuros lowered his gaze as if in thought. The distant echo of thunder rolled across the darkening skies as if to reflect what was to come next. His fight was not over, at least not yet, only one thing remained. And then as if on cue he felt the presence behind him. Kuros turned slowly to face her and brought his sword up in a high guard with the blade parallel to the ground. His eyes, which never lost their infernal light bore down on Lithillia. The time to finish what they started has come.
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Post by lithillia on Apr 22, 2013 13:36:34 GMT -8
The kamael had her red orbs fixed onto the iron mask that armoured his head. For the time being, she held her emotions in check and her face was as carved stone. Her mind tried to process the recent events as quickly she could and struggled to make sense of it all. After all, here he was, her nemesis, standing before her and seemingly ready for them to finish what they once started. The black armoured knight, whose identity she never before cared to know, had always been her Dachande.
Lithillia held a tight grasp onto her two weapons but did not ready them as he did his blade. They hang down along her legs, the sharp tips of the swords touched the ground lightly. The woman took in the whole visual of the armor clad human before her, and she had to revisit her previous thoughts about him. Just a weak human…. It felt hard to accept the truth, and her eyes flickered with anger. Her slender fingers tightened the grip of the hilts, but kept the blades pointing downwards still. She was not yet certain of what she would do next and her mind raced to make the decision. To accept this betrayal, to admire the stronger side of this human was difficult as it hurt her pride. She had been lied to, the truth kept from her and altered. He must think of her as an idiot.
Suddenly the memory of a dream she have had not too long ago played over in her mind. The scene displayed how Kuros had once murdered his love in the heat of battle. The angered gaze changed and the red colour turned into a cooler shade. Had he kept this hidden for her in fear of her rejecting him too? That she would see him as a monster? He played you for a fool…. the voice in her mind egged on the feelings of betrayal. All he have done has been done to ridicule you. I am stronger for it, no matter the reasons he have had. Lithillia could see as much, but she was not convinced that he had noble reasons for “testing” her. Then have this final test and see if you are stronger than the human is. If you are not, then death is the only thing you deserve. Lithillia just hissed quietly to the voice, not sure, if she agreed or disagreed with it.
The battle they had just fought had been very enjoyable and her skin tingled from the adrenaline rush that had driven her throughout it all. She realized soon that the adrenaline started fuelling her again, and the body preparing for battle once more. The kamael let the hatred that she had for him burn hotter, and the red eyes in the helmet made her grit the teeth. Hunger filled her chest and made its way up to fill the throat with ache. Lithillia lifted the blades up from the dust on the ground, but just by a short inch.
The strong hurt that now suddenly bit her chest made her face display surprise. Her mind swam with images of Dachande in several settings and shared events they have had. The hunger in her throat reminded her of their kiss, and even if she tried to not draw the connection between the blond haired man she had grown attached to, with this hated knight, she realized more and more that it was the same person. Dachande had been a lie, but why had he taken on such a face? It had not been just for her sake, he had been Dachande to everyone, the leader of The Silvershields. To what cause had he been hiding his true self? Get a hold of yourself, this is embarrassing. The voice woke her up from the train of thought, and she tried to find back to the fight. She knew his style of fighting now, and did not think he could have much more up his armoured sleeve. He had impressed her surely, but she was still thinking herself as the superior race and fighter.
Her eyes focused again and stared at Kuros with her boundless gaze. Her arms would not move even if she tried to, and soon the fight and desire for bloodshed vanished from her completely. The voice in her mind tried to paint pictures of her killing Kuros, but to no use, the kamael was not in the mood for fighting.
Lithilla stod still, waiting.
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Post by Kuros on Apr 27, 2013 5:00:37 GMT -8
The distant thunder rolled across the skyline as the storm grew closer now. The winds too, picked up as if to herald its arrival. Kuros’ cloak flapped about him like some battered flag, his eyes still remained focused on the kamael. It was after that moment when he felt or rather heard the first drop of the crimson rain strike his helmet.
It all started so slowly, one drop, then two and by the time he knew it the drizzle became a downpour. He watched the miasma manifest itself in the atmosphere as it rose from the ground in the form of a purple mist that was common following the rain. It was as if the goddess Shilen herself watched the whole scene.
The black armored knight watched her carefully for every hint of body language. At first her face was a stone mask, cool and collected. Then the anger within her rose and shifted like the winds, he could feel her fury boil, and the seething hatred she held for him. He watched as the grip on her blades tightened, yet oddly enough she did not draw them like he did with his. The color of her crimson eyes that were so full of life, whether it was from anger, joy or desire seemed to fade as well. It was as if the fires in her eyes cooled completely.
Next came that familiar feeling of when she hungered, he felt it more intensely now, especially after their last meeting where she kissed him and fed on his soul. The black armored knight could almost feel the adrenaline coursing through her, he could almost feel her battle readiness and the grip on his own blade tightened, expecting her to attack at any moment. The anger rose once more it burned hot along with her hunger. He could see it on her face when she grit her teeth and brought her blades up slightly, only to stop a moment later.
Kuros could scarcely believe when all that rage and hatred left her suddenly and was replaced with what? Surprise? It appeared that way with the way the kamael looked at him. The girl was struggling, no doubt fighting every memory she shared with him. No, not him, with Dachande. That recollection made the Dark Lord narrow those infernal eyes of his until they became small red glowing slits in the darkness of his helmet.
The foolish girl has become attached to the illusion he created, he had snared her after all. He would have had her, if he only had more time to draw her further into his web. The cursed wizard ruined everything though, he shattered the illusion too soon and revealed Kuros for what he was. The man that was Dachande was dead, and he was perhaps the only thing the kamael might have listened to given some more time. However, it was too late for laments now, Lithillia may have been stunned by what was happening at the moment but she would recover soon enough, and she would seek to destroy him.
Kuros made a snap decision and let instinct guide him. His leg muscles beneath his plated leggings tensed and he sprang forward through the thick haze like some harbinger of death with his black cloak flowing behind him. His wicked blade trailed an inky darkness when he brought it to bear, its target, Lithillia's heart. Whatever feelings, regrets, and desires he may have had regarding the Kamael, he tossed to the side.
It was all about survival now...
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