Here is a clearing in the forest. The whole sun has set and not even a ray of false light penetrates the atmosphere, granting the illumination of the moon and the stars to shine through the dark sky, bouncing off the backdrop of the trees and the mountains. The night is beautiful.
A young looking man steps onto the open field, a weary, black trench coat on him. Walking slow, he surveys the area as the wind picks up. Appearing beside him is a semi-transparent girl in a flowing white dress, floating. "A reason you apparated, Soul?" The man asks without a glance.
Nothing particluar, Nox. In silence they walk. The girl called Soul looks up. Ethereal eyes catching the night's lightNox... the night looks magnificent.
Following the girl's eyes, Nox sees the night, before continuing to look forward. "Yes." A single word of agreement. Nox dislikes how soft he is becoming. A grunt. "What is your name?" After all they both have been through in the past, he has never once asked. 'Til now.
Soul's head tracks back to Nox, reflecting on his question. I remember not, it's been a time. Trailing off, she looks to the forest, wistful. Though, it's of no consequence- Cutting herself off, and floating in place. Nox there is something, someone else here. The feeling is brimming with power... it feels similar to our own! Nox stops in his tracks and glances at where Soul was, seeing nothing, but knowing that she hid herself. His right arm comes up, and underneath it, the nothing of the shadows twist and shape into his hand, forming his scythe, Noctem Aeternum. A breath. He is eager. He is ready.
A young looking man steps onto the open field, a weary, black trench coat on him. Walking slow, he surveys the area as the wind picks up. Appearing beside him is a semi-transparent girl in a flowing white dress, floating. "A reason you apparated, Soul?" The man asks without a glance.
Nothing particluar, Nox. In silence they walk. The girl called Soul looks up. Ethereal eyes catching the night's lightNox... the night looks magnificent.
Following the girl's eyes, Nox sees the night, before continuing to look forward. "Yes." A single word of agreement. Nox dislikes how soft he is becoming. A grunt. "What is your name?" After all they both have been through in the past, he has never once asked. 'Til now.
Soul's head tracks back to Nox, reflecting on his question. I remember not, it's been a time. Trailing off, she looks to the forest, wistful. Though, it's of no consequence- Cutting herself off, and floating in place. Nox there is something, someone else here. The feeling is brimming with power... it feels similar to our own! Nox stops in his tracks and glances at where Soul was, seeing nothing, but knowing that she hid herself. His right arm comes up, and underneath it, the nothing of the shadows twist and shape into his hand, forming his scythe, Noctem Aeternum. A breath. He is eager. He is ready.