OoC: My First Battle using Vircolac, Challenge by Tiroth, using Ilyena.
The forest was illuminated by the full round moon that occupied half the sky. A quiet night. A peaceful Night. A serene night. The night was cold and brisk with only the sounds of the footprints strolling through the undergrowth of the forest. A figure emerged out of the darkness, dark and sad, hands in pockets. The only thing visible was the erie red glow of the figures eyes and the orange tip of a cigerette.
The blue light of the moon lit the figure as he slowly emerged into a beam of light. A tall figure with black hair and a blood red coat stood his ground. His ears twitched and he eyed the forest infront of him, he sniffed the air around him and then licked his lips. Then in a manner of seconds his back blew out in a cloud of blood and emerging were two large demonic wings. The impact of the bloody explosion left the undergrowth stained and blown back.
The other figure emerged out of the darkness after the wind of the impact blew past its face. A beutiful white unicorn emerged into the lumination of the moon, mane fluttering in the cool crisp wind of the night. A silent pause passed over them until it was broken by the low croaky voice of the demon.
OoC: I'll just do an introduction here, to get back into the swing of things. That okay?
BiC: Soft moonlight filtered down through the trees, throwing scattered shadows throughout the woodland. Made all the darker by the extra light, the mortal Yngir would have shied from them and called the forest cursed, but one traveller was about who had little to fear from creatures of the night. Her silver tail flowed out behind her as she danced between the great trunks, sometimes seeming to fly.
Sensing another being in the forest a short way off, Ilyena slowed her pace and headed towards it. The unicorn drew steadily closer as she ran soundlessly, untiring, her boundless curiosity fading as her sense of the other being became clearer.
Something that should not be awaited her in the darkness of the night.
OoC: Hm...well, that was shorter than I intended. Oh, well.
Can you do something with that, Z? If not, I can add to it.