The Omens in the Stars (SearanoX)

OOC: Okay, Sear, here's my intro. Sorry it took longer than I thought. I was planning on my intro being a lot longer, but I haven't had prolonged access to a computer for awhile... *grumbles about parents*

BIC:

Light from the pale moon seeped through the oppresively close foliage of the treetops, gently caressing the earth. A myriad of stars dotted the black canvas of the sky, winking in and out of existence as sporadic clouds overhead obscured their brilliance for brief periods of time. Hardly a sound was heard for many miles around; the deathly quiet held the night in its uneasy embrace. Nothing moved; the whole of Nature seemed to hold its very breath, waiting for something. What that something was, Nature could not tell, but it did not have long to wait before movement captured its full attention.

On a lonely hillock crowned with a sparse copse of baby pines, a silhouette moved into the faint moonlight, revealing itself to enthralled Nature. The silver moonbeams caught in the female Elf's flowing hair, accentuating the cerulean-highlighted, silver locks cascading to her waist. Her supple, muscular frame was garbed in snug, but comfortable, clothing that allowed for easy movement. The striking emerald hue of her eyes was displayed to the heavens as she perused the night sky for her favorite constellations. This was Sileya, the Elven warrior-maiden who wielded the sword of Dragons, the Dragonfire.

To the north, Sileya spotted Lithiuan, the Silver Dragon that constantly guides travellers to their destinations. Sileya basked in the presence of one of the Great Dragons; everything seemed to fade around her except the radiant glory of the stars that picked out Lithiuan's body against the sky. Reflexively, Sileya stroked the hilt of her gorgeous, yet deadly, weapon. The moment of admiration and a somewhat reserved worship seemed as if it could last forever.

However, this was not to be.

A reddish glow off to the southwest caught Sileya's eye, and she reluctantly tore her gaze away from Lithiuan to look. Her breath froze in her lungs, and fear crawled through her very soul. The stars had formed into the dreaded Black Dragon, Slezyn. He was never etched out by the stars unless some horrible evil lay on the horizon. The sign of Slezyn was closely associated with destruction, chaos, death, and the underworld. Nothing even remotely good could come of his appearance.

Sileya tensed and gripped the Dragon-entwined hilt of the Dragonfire. Icy panic clawed viciously at her heart, but she fought to keep it under control. The form of Slezyn seemed to glare maliciously down at her. The benevolent heavens had, in a split second, turned into a tapestry of foreboding. Sileya lost control of the panic and the fear, unwilling allowing it to overwhelm her. She took a few quick steps backward and, in the process, snagged her foot in an unearthed root, tumbling headlong down the side of the grassy hillock. She was met by a rather large boulder lodged in the moist earth at the base.

Darkness crept into the edges of her vision; the Dragonfire lay a good distance to her right. Sileya's head lolled to one side, her chin resting on her left shoulder. With her shimmering hair framing her body and the moonlight illuminating her, she resembled some ancient and legendary goddess. As the black void of unconsciousness took Sileya, the glittering eyes of Lithiuan and the malefic eyes of Slezyn both gazed down upon the Elf as well as the solitary, shadowy figure stealthily moving in her direction.

Thump.


Thump.


Thump.


Dust retreats along the tender soil's surface with every iron boot's pressing, creating their imprint before rising again, only to fall once more down to the earth and leave again their immortal mark. Small woodland creatures bound away at the boots' echo, not eager to be near such terrifying soles. Even the wind seems pensive on the matter; it refuses to gust its way by the ravine. Raven howls in the greyclouded sky, an omen of blood.

As if it had never resonated, the boots' sound abrubtly halts, their waves of impactdust faded. Shadow curls forth in a menacing fashion to meet Sileya's dead form, enveloping her conciousless body; innocent skin is met with darkness. A throaty, tortured hiss pierces the absolute silence, stark contrast to the nothingness that once prevailed an instant ago. Wind seems content now to blow along once more, and fails to question haste. Fiercely it cuts through the stillness, picking satin-like silver hair upwards, as well as black, worn cape.

With wind rises head, and with head rises eyelids, for Jul-Kaed's eyes had shut when he first approached and stood over his victim as a mountainous vision of foreboding. Grunting, his dead cobalt pupils reach for the moon, fixed upon its luminous surface. They share a tragic connection with the lunar pearl, almost supernatural. Unblinking and unmoving, they communicate.


Moon, I find you ever present at night's performance. Bless me with your frostwinterwinds; your child requires divine assistance. This one's not gone, and t'will be far too long until she's so. I believe that this is the one, the one that will s--"


Violent, hissing, shriek enraptures the night sky as Jul 'Kaed's Master intrudes upon his thoughts.


"Ist t'uul na'sk vaassaaal't eish narfsht yrigl ent'prd! Ksst ist neeer jeack'ded t'uul! Kommt na'ast! NA'AST!!"


Jul 'Kaed falls to his armoured knees, dust clouding in similar fashion that it did from his bootfalls. Clutching his forehead in crinkled fingers, he moans in a hellish onrush of unthinkable pain and incomprehesible torment. Throwing head down to earth's surface, he cries out. He smashes cranium with dirt once, twice, thrice, each clash increasingly violent and his screams more frenzied and agonistic. His vision goes white as his convusion increases further still, and his body goes phlegmatic with unholy vexation as flesh is fictionally rent from shattered ossein.

Howling now at a mouse's whisper, the awful sensation resigns its rule and the world returns in a blur of ever-increasing sense. Rising after the fathomless percussion of pain, Jul 'Kaed damns a long-forgotten deity under his hoarse and weary breath as he regains his feet, boots again in contact with their familiar earthen home. He gags for a moment and expels purple-red gore (which appears black in the moonlight) upon the ground below, which gurgles upon touch. Throwing his head and arching his back, he lets off a screech more furious than the last, the leaves seemingly trembling at it. He then tips backwards off his soles and plummets to the floor below, his mad freefall marked by a ghoulish cackle. Upon contingence, he bellows forth a final hiss, and he elevates himself to his feet once more, ancient armour creaking accordingly.


Damned woman. Escaped me again.




EDIT: Edited post because it was crappy.

Darkness everywhere. It wrapped Sileya's brain in a constricting blanket, clouding her wits. She struggled in vain against her mental prison, but its confines were as slippery as ice and just about as cold. No matter how hard she pushed and shoved, the barrier bent and flowed back into it original shape. She would have remained gripped by the darkness forever had not a strident screech pierced and shattered her befuddling prison.

Sileya's eyes snapped open in a burst of emerald color and long eyelashes. In one smooth motion, she rolled toward the Dragonfire, grasped the hilt, and used the weapon to pull herself to her feet. Only after she had collected herself and firmly planted her feet did Sileya focus on what now occupied her former location.

Tension rippled through the night air in thick waves, smothering Sileya’s spirit. There was something or someone present besides just the figure standing before her. She could almost feel the two distinct presences. Yet when she attempted to extensively probe the unseen entity, she was met by a solid wall of resistance that repelled her with such force as to cause her to stumble backward a few steps. Searing pain lanced through her head, but Sileya forced herself to keep her hands clenched at her sides and to keep the grimace from her face. Whatever the strange presence was, Sileya decided it was best to let it alone for now.

After all, as the saying goes, it’s better to let sleeping Dragons lie.

With inquisitive thoughts pushed to a back corner of her mind, Sileya wrenched her gleaming broadsword out of the earth and held it almost leisurely at her side. A frigid wind sliced between Sileya and her assailant, whipping her shimmering hair across her back. Silence reigned as the entire population of the forest seemed to have disappeared, unwilling to bear witness to what was about to ensue. Only the moon and the stars remained to observe to two souls facing each other, one the very picture of Elvish beauty and the other a dark and haunted wanderer.

OOC: Meh...decent post.

Sorry for the delay; I'll have the post up later tonight (although probably past reasonable hours, so it may be best to check tomorrow, assuming you read this on the date it is posted).

Shadow envelopes the silhouetted figure, calling it, beckoning it, imploring it to do its grisly duty. To kill. A brief pause. The sound of steel on flesh. A slurping, licking sound. Silence once more. Immediately, sword rockets towards its cow’ring target like a bullet from a gun. Air hisses as it cleaves its precisely fatal path, the shadow behind it still in anonymous glory. A deathy growl pierces above the sound of clanking armour and crushing boots. With deadly precision, the demon blade strikes its home.

Steel on stone.

Sparks jettison upward in a fountain of fire upon contact, illuminating the area for a moment, driving the moon’s lumination for a brief instant before plunging the world once more into darkness. Jul ‘Kaed for the first time now is revealed to his prey; silverwisp hair dances in the slight breeze, thick, black cloak hangs heavily over unpolished steel armour, composed of shin guards emblasoned with skulls and demonic runes, and shoulder guards protrude in spiked horror. Purpleredblood runs down his scarred arms. As the head pulls up in anger, the silky yet coarse hair thrashing, Sileya lets out an astonished breath.

His eyes shine death.

Taking a step backward, she jumps back into the trees and the comfort of their shadows. Jul ‘Kaed snarls bitterly and spits on the ground as he pulls his demonic runeblade free, which had lodged himself in the rock he had struck at.

“Bastärd!” he shrieks out across the night.

Jul ‘Kaed lowers and sits himself down on top of the rock which he had just freed his sword from a moment before. Armour creaking, he spits once more, the grass it hits burning at its acidic touch. He closes his burning eyes and ceases to breathe as he begins his unholy conversation - his conversation with The Master.


Out of Combat: I like to keep my posts short during actual combat (rather than introductions, interludes, etc.) in order to allow for more back-and-forth action. I also don't like controlling other peoples' characters very much. You don't have to do the same, but just don't expect any incredibly long posts (although they can get longer than this) from me.

OoC: Sorry about this long wait, Sear. I've just been really busy with senior year/college admissions/band stuff that I haven't had time to post anything here. As soon as I get more time, I'll get something up. Again, sorry for the delay.

OoC: I know this is double post, but I needed to bump this.

Sileya stood with the Dragonfire clasped firmly in both of her hands. The moonlight washed over her, illuminating her figure and accenting the faint streams of blue in her silver hair. Gritting her teeth, she attempted to analyze her current situation. A feeling of death suddenly overwhelmed her, and she fought to keep the despair that soon followed from consuming her. Bewildered by these unusual feelings, Sileya groped for some sort of plan. She finally decided there was nothing for it but to attack her opponent and see how he reacted.

And maybe I won’t get burned too badly by whatever he uses to counter me.

Inhaling slowly, Sileya concentrated on her inner magical strength. She didn’t want to unleash her full power just yet. This was merely a probe to find out what sort of abilities this stranger had. Bringing her great broadsword to bear, Sileya leapt forward like lightning and channeled fire energy into the silver blade, producing a reddish aura around it. Before she ever reached her target, Sileya sliced the Dragonfire through the air, and three basketball-sized orbs of white fire shot from the blade’s tip and hurtled through the oppressive night air toward the dark figure that had interrupted her peaceful night under the stars.

OoC: You know, this shorter post thing might actually be good for me right now. That didn’t take long to type. ^^