Post by Aubry The Odd O.o on Apr 28, 2006 23:48:36 GMT -5
This is sort of a Vampire Medieval Fantasy thing... Here's the setting:
The Forest of Legends, ruled by the dragon Overlord Milnask, who used her powerful magicks to twist it, create trees that never grew in the climate, create unnaturally tall trees, bushes and grasses. The green also twisted the animals that lived there, making them larger, giving them unnatural gifts of teleportation, flight and fiery breath. The forest was home to many a creature, they were the magical creatures that dazzled the world with their beauty and mystery. The snowy winter has come over The Forest, snow is falling lightly and the sun has just set. Thus, our scene is set. –done now for my intro-
Shadows among shadows, yes, yes that is what they were, misty apparitions that made you doubt that you heard that footstep, and think you have had a bit too much ale. Travelers fell to them, not willingly most of the time; they were faithful partners, as they feasted on others life. One of the shadows stood clearly now, slinking out of the darkness and reporting to a young man who was currently leaning against an oak with lily like flowers, black with crimson inside, wounded lilies.
/There is a group of travelers north of here, not even five minutes./ The shadow reported, lowering its hood one could now see it was a woman, about sixteen years of age and extremely pale, to a point that she was literally white. The two were speaking with the mind, a truly useful gift when one wanted to surprise their victims. The woman was thin and seemingly fragile limbs. Her face was thin with prominent cheekbones and a soft rounded chin. The man was or normal build, thin and muscular from farming, oddly enough, though he did have the build of a farmer he did not have the tan of one, he had the same sickly pale skin of the woman, his face also had prominent cheekbones, but his chin was sharp and jutted from his face roughly.
/Good work Zyra/ The young man said, his gray orbs shimmering in the faint moonlight, he looked about the same age as the woman, but his eyes told a different age just as the woman’s did.
/Thank You Zyrus. / Zyra said with a short bow before she twirled an ebony hair around her finger.
/When will we hunt? / She asked, her own orbs glistening emerald. Zyrus ran his hands through his unruly raven hair that ran to just below his ears.
/Soon my sister, soon/ He said and stood, his black cloak swirling about his ankles, Zyra
wore the same, a simple black cloak with black garments beneath as to be completely invisible in the night. The pair stood there, eyes closed, listening to the forest; Both Children of Darkness and both Bringers of Death.
Zyra's eye opened suddenly to see her brother had already stood up properly and was beginning to walk towards the sound she herself had heard. Zyrus looked at Zyra for a moment and without a word walked further into the forest. Zyra could see the thirst in his eyes, he would have to feed, perhaps only something small.
Zyra closed her eyes as she leaned against the tree, thinking rather than acting, she was almost the exact opposite of her brother except for looks. He acted quickly and had a short temper, Zyra, on the other hand, was extremely patient, almost to the point of being irritating. Zyrus would crack under pressure; Zyra thrived in the same conditions. As it were, they were twins, and bonded, no matter what, even when one of them became one of the damned, a vampire.
Zyra was the first, yes, she was the one who killed Zyrus, made him one of the damned. He welcomed the eternal life, the power, he relished the kill. The only reason Zyra made him what he was then was because she needed him. Without him, she'd be dead right now. Zyra took a deep breath and walked off, looking for something to eat, perhaps a hare.
The Forest of Legends, ruled by the dragon Overlord Milnask, who used her powerful magicks to twist it, create trees that never grew in the climate, create unnaturally tall trees, bushes and grasses. The green also twisted the animals that lived there, making them larger, giving them unnatural gifts of teleportation, flight and fiery breath. The forest was home to many a creature, they were the magical creatures that dazzled the world with their beauty and mystery. The snowy winter has come over The Forest, snow is falling lightly and the sun has just set. Thus, our scene is set. –done now for my intro-
Shadows among shadows, yes, yes that is what they were, misty apparitions that made you doubt that you heard that footstep, and think you have had a bit too much ale. Travelers fell to them, not willingly most of the time; they were faithful partners, as they feasted on others life. One of the shadows stood clearly now, slinking out of the darkness and reporting to a young man who was currently leaning against an oak with lily like flowers, black with crimson inside, wounded lilies.
/There is a group of travelers north of here, not even five minutes./ The shadow reported, lowering its hood one could now see it was a woman, about sixteen years of age and extremely pale, to a point that she was literally white. The two were speaking with the mind, a truly useful gift when one wanted to surprise their victims. The woman was thin and seemingly fragile limbs. Her face was thin with prominent cheekbones and a soft rounded chin. The man was or normal build, thin and muscular from farming, oddly enough, though he did have the build of a farmer he did not have the tan of one, he had the same sickly pale skin of the woman, his face also had prominent cheekbones, but his chin was sharp and jutted from his face roughly.
/Good work Zyra/ The young man said, his gray orbs shimmering in the faint moonlight, he looked about the same age as the woman, but his eyes told a different age just as the woman’s did.
/Thank You Zyrus. / Zyra said with a short bow before she twirled an ebony hair around her finger.
/When will we hunt? / She asked, her own orbs glistening emerald. Zyrus ran his hands through his unruly raven hair that ran to just below his ears.
/Soon my sister, soon/ He said and stood, his black cloak swirling about his ankles, Zyra
wore the same, a simple black cloak with black garments beneath as to be completely invisible in the night. The pair stood there, eyes closed, listening to the forest; Both Children of Darkness and both Bringers of Death.
Zyra's eye opened suddenly to see her brother had already stood up properly and was beginning to walk towards the sound she herself had heard. Zyrus looked at Zyra for a moment and without a word walked further into the forest. Zyra could see the thirst in his eyes, he would have to feed, perhaps only something small.
Zyra closed her eyes as she leaned against the tree, thinking rather than acting, she was almost the exact opposite of her brother except for looks. He acted quickly and had a short temper, Zyra, on the other hand, was extremely patient, almost to the point of being irritating. Zyrus would crack under pressure; Zyra thrived in the same conditions. As it were, they were twins, and bonded, no matter what, even when one of them became one of the damned, a vampire.
Zyra was the first, yes, she was the one who killed Zyrus, made him one of the damned. He welcomed the eternal life, the power, he relished the kill. The only reason Zyra made him what he was then was because she needed him. Without him, she'd be dead right now. Zyra took a deep breath and walked off, looking for something to eat, perhaps a hare.
