Silence atop the Forest *random*

ooc: I haven't fought in God knows how long now. I wanna start again. So, I'm making a thread. Whoever wants to fight me, I'm ready. I'll be using Vaarshola. If you need his profile, check out the first page of the characater list, I'm towards the bottom.

ic: The night. A time when the sun sinks into the distant horizon and peacefully rests. It's gleaming light vanishes from the earth, no longer illuminating it as it does during the day. Darkness falls over the kingdom, blackening the once blue sky with a color like that of a rook's feathers. The shining stars can be been seen twinkling in the sky, as shooting stars tear by as they race across the galaxy. With the sun's heat gone, the air grows cold. Those beings outside light fires to warm themselves, and when you breath you can see your breath like a spray of steam. Animals and other beasts are slumbering now- either in caves, under trees, in their dens or wherever they can find a good place to sleep the night away.

The forest is the place where nearly all of this action transpires, and above the forest stands a stone cliff as big as gargantuan. A monument reated by time, and by the natural earth itself. It looms over the great woods, as if it is protecting it some some falling terror. An impregnable landmark, harder to break into or destroy than catching a comet with your bare hands. Something stands atop it though- something with a heart as cold as the frozen north, and a mind as wicked and inioutous as a devil itself...

Vaarshola the mystical killer was standing with his arms crossed as he gazed out into the distance of the endless forest. His deep blue eyes glimmered from the shine of the light blue moon as its light somewhat shined on the land. A very light breeze blew, swaying his white hair and whatever baggier or flabbier parts of his garments to the side as the wind passed by him. These were nights that the Herlassian liked- cold, quite, and dark. His deadly blade Sylence was strapped to its back as it sat within the scabbard- ready at all times to end another's life.

Footsetps reverbrated around the area. Vaarshola could hear them. They clattered against the stone ground, and the sound rang through the air. The mystical killer could hear them getting closer, and closer and closer until they finally stopped. The wind blew, and its hollow was the only sound you could hear at that moment. Vaarshola looked out of the very corner of his eye, and could see a figure standing not more than five meters away from him. He merely smirked. Who would dare disturb him on a night he adored so much?


ooc: Make sure you can at least write three paragraphs a post, I don't feel like fighting another one paragraph battler with Vaarshola...-_-

OOC: Mirren I have never battled you so I want to use my char Jordan. I will post her profile later. Me is lazy.


IC: Jordan was walking through forest as usual for it was one of her hobbies to acquire morphs from the animals who live there. She saw a bobcat. I have never yet acquired a bobcat, and what a magnificent specimen this is. She thought. She sneaked up to the bobcat and lunged and got it in her arms. The bobcat fought at first but calmed down.
Thank god I always take some tranquilizing darts in the forest for acquiring morphs. She acquired it easily.

She laid down the beast and walked away. Then she saw something that caught her eye. But because it was night she was blind as a bat. She saw a great horned owl. Wow. Just in time. I always needed a great horned owl morph for flying at night. She thought. She morphed her eagle and struck down the owl. Demorphed and gave a tranquilizing dart and acquired it. She saw something she didn’t like. A man. Vaarshola.


“Who are you and what are you doing?” Jordan asked. “Foolish girl. You dare question me?” Vaarshola replied. “I am Vaarshola and I could destroy you easily.” He said with a maniacal laugh. “ARGHH!!!!!!!” He said. Jordan morphed her new owl morph and attacked Vaarshola with her talons. * Yeah…maybe you are right…if I was human* Jordan said telepathically. “So you want a fight young girl?” Vaarshola said still clutching his face. Jordan perched on a low branch.

*Ok. I can morph about 50 other animals and 10 demons maybe. My favorite of all battle morphs is a liger if you know what that is. I have also acquired my sister Hora-Quan as a demon so don’t underestimate me okay? I hate being underestimated. I usually morph a tough skinned creature in defense and I carry magic because fortunately I stole my sisters scythe. That will enable me to use her magic. Deal?* But of course, Vaarshola wouldn’t answer……


*Hmmmm….I might as well demorph. But why should I? It would only endanger me…Oh wait…I morph instantaneously….Its great to be professional at morphing…..Oh well.* She said. She dove down and reached for Vaarshola’s eyes but he sliced an inch off her tail with Sylence. “ Are we going to get this over with or are you just going to keep diving at me?????” Vaarshola said with impatience. “It depends if I woooooat-” Jordan said being cut off. She demorphed and was morphing something big. A grizzly bear. “GroWRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She roared. *What I said is…..come and get me…if you can…* She said with another roar.

Ooc: Yeah.. I know….still remember I really know nothing about Vaarshola. *Reads his post again* Oh...