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I wont lie, I was kind of thinking the same thing. It would be very interesting to see what happened.
I am fate's strike unexpectedly come, I come too soon and am before their time, I am reaper, predator, and I swear this Oath before Selene. I, Desmond De’ Carte Lavine of Sweet Night, One Faint Kiss. Amongst Night's Chosen, I shall be Dez, The Shadow .
The Chosen are my kin, I am servant to Selene for She is my patron, my Divine. Through my kin, I offer my skills to Selene. I offer my arms and legs which are strong, swift, agile, and deadly, my eyes, which can see clearly, even on the darkest of nights, and my lifetime of experience, which spans over 150 years and has taught me both the strength of limitations of my own body.. I submit my greatest flaws: the sun, which burns my flesh and boils my blood, and my never ending need for blood, without blood I become a shell of myself, and my true age becomes ever more apparent., so that my kin might aid me in my time of need. I recognize the Sweet Night knows no politics and declare mine openly to shed temptation. I have little hatred or love for anything. The sun is my one true foe and the night my one true mistress. The land of Selvia Oscura intrigues me, but I care little for the politics of the mortal races. There is one who I hunt, whether to kill or to thank her, I do not yet know I feel that I should also mention that there are those who hunt my kind without remorse, should they find me out, all who travel with me may be in danger.. May my kin aid me should I stumble as I shall do so for them.
Openly I declare with neither pride nor shame-- for Sweet Night knows neither-- my past as kin may know. I was once a mortal man, in the middle of my 25th year. I was strong of body and sharp of tongue, and held the arrogance that only comes with youth and inexperience. I cared for little more than when I was to next get paid, and which fair lady I was to bed next. I had no family to speak of, and never cared to have one. In mine own eye, I was indestructible. After so many years of life, I know now what a fool I truly was.
It was my lust that would undue me. The woman was beautiful, raven black hair, skin as white and soft as newly fallen snow, and eyes that pierced my soul like daggers. I knew at the first sight of her I had to have her, I had to know her in that special way. It should have been a surprise how willing she agreed to go with me. I did not have to win her over with wine or complements. It seemed like she was as willing as I was. Again, the eternal arrogance of youth reared its ugly head.
In the heat of passion, I thought little of the way she nibbled at my neck or of her long, strong fingernails that gently scratched my skin, drawing small droplets of blood. Only when it was too late did I notice that her teeth had sunken deep into my flesh, and were draining the strength from my limbs. Only when the peril of the situation I was in became apparent did I notice how impossibly strong her arms were, as she held me close and still, regardless of how hard I thrashed or moved. Only when the darkness surrounded me and engulfed my very being did I know the enormous mistake I had made.
That night, I slept my final slumber as a mortal man. Visions of shadows and fire filled my dreams, and I was sure I would never awaken again. I was wrong, however, I did awake, and the world I woke to was vastly different than the one I left. For whatever reason, her bight had changed me, transformed me into something I could not comprehend. I was stronger, faster, and my body came to life with the setting of the sun. But she had cursed me, never again would I be able to watch the sun rise of the peaks of the mountains, or feel its warmth against my skin. But perhaps my greatest burden to bear would by the eternal hunger that would never be satisfied, no matter how much I fed. Over time I would learn what I was, In the 130 years sense my brush with the lady of the night I have learned much about what I am, and what I can do. I have met others of my kind, though few enough, and have I learned how to give others the same blessing, or curse, that was given to me. To this day I still search for the one who changed me. I will find her, but whether I will kiss her and thank her for this gift, or rip out her heart for dooming me with this curse, I have yet to decide.
I do not hide from the gaze of my kin. I have had over a century to hone my skills and strengths. My body is my greatest weapon, but I will often travel with a slender sword at my side, a sword I can use quite well. Throughout my years of life I have trained with various swordsman and artisans skilled in combat, they have taught me much of what I know now, though most have died or are at deaths door. What I know of my own kind, I have discovered mostly from trial and error, lore, and the occasional help or advise of those of mine own kind, though I find them rarely. I prefer to travel during the night, for obvious reasons. However, if I must travel during the day I can do so as long as I wear heavy leather clothing that protects my skin from the sun, I will be weakened, and will have to feed extensively, but I can make do. However, if I do not feed regularly even thick leather will not protect me from the suns rays. The lack of blood causes terrible things to happen to me, I become old and crippled after a short time, and my true form reveals itself the longer I go without plasma. If I go too long without blood, I become a beast, feral and uncontrollable; I enter a state for which I know no cure, nor have I met any who know of one.
Truly as I am Dez, The Shadow and amongst Night's Chosen, I seal my Oath. Of Sweet Night, One Faint Kiss. Spring 411 of the Fourth Era.
I personally would rather just do collaborative post. Easier and that way if it takes a little longer for one person to reply it wont hold anyone up. Ill try and get my first part written tonight, though it might not be until tomorrow thst it gets finished. If we are collaborating I assume I send it to Nemaisare yes?
I can try and get something up tomorrow night, but it wont be until about 8 or 9 EST. And i work all next day until 5 so If someone wants to go before me that would probably be better.
I am becoming more and more interested in this as I read. Still accepting, I hope?
Jeez that accident looks insane. Glad everyone is at least mostly ok though.
On a side note, I feel like I need to find a way to harness Bunnita's energy, or at least copy it. Life would be so much more interesting!
On a side note, I feel like I need to find a way to harness Bunnita's energy, or at least copy it. Life would be so much more interesting!
(This will be where I put random writings and things that I feel like storing somewhere other than my computer. Everything from story ideas, too very random or off topic writings, like this one.)
A smile, such a pretty smile....
That seemed to be the general consensus. The man was always smiling, always laughing, always jesting and joking with those around him. And oh, what a pretty smile it was. Such straight, glorious white teeth that were only magnified by a strong chin and just the right amount of stubble. His laugh was a booming, hardy laugh, contagious in every sense of the word; he could fill a room with his laugher, and all around him would rejoice in its sound.
But the smile…the laugh… were only lies...
The smile, so beautiful and uplifting to look at, was nothing but a shadow. A mirage used to conceal his contempt and disgust of everything that was mankind. He wore a smile for the same reasons most wear clothes, to cover up the horrible secrets that lie beneath, and because it made him appear to be ‘socially acceptable.’ If anyone ever managed to actually get close to him they might see past the lie of a smile. But no one had. Not his lovers, not his ‘friends’, not even his sisters or brothers. They all fell for the illusion, hook, line, and sinker.
If they knew the truth behind the smile, behind the false laughter, they would run. Oh how they would flee from the demon in a man suite. If they only knew of the shadow that walked among them, watching them, waiting…
But it was such a pretty smile.
That seemed to be the general consensus. The man was always smiling, always laughing, always jesting and joking with those around him. And oh, what a pretty smile it was. Such straight, glorious white teeth that were only magnified by a strong chin and just the right amount of stubble. His laugh was a booming, hardy laugh, contagious in every sense of the word; he could fill a room with his laugher, and all around him would rejoice in its sound.
But the smile…the laugh… were only lies...
The smile, so beautiful and uplifting to look at, was nothing but a shadow. A mirage used to conceal his contempt and disgust of everything that was mankind. He wore a smile for the same reasons most wear clothes, to cover up the horrible secrets that lie beneath, and because it made him appear to be ‘socially acceptable.’ If anyone ever managed to actually get close to him they might see past the lie of a smile. But no one had. Not his lovers, not his ‘friends’, not even his sisters or brothers. They all fell for the illusion, hook, line, and sinker.
If they knew the truth behind the smile, behind the false laughter, they would run. Oh how they would flee from the demon in a man suite. If they only knew of the shadow that walked among them, watching them, waiting…
But it was such a pretty smile.
Alexander never did bother to check the news. It wasn’t that he didn’t care or was too lazy, he simply couldn’t concentrate. The past couple of days had been nothing more than haze. Or at least that was how it felt. How he managed to get through work he really didn’t understand, he was probably just on autopilot. Luckily, the book store never really seemed to get all that busy. A couple of usual’s came in, but that was about it. He had to be getting sick, that was the only explanation that he could come up with.
Hell he knew he was, because at one point he could have sworn that one of his regulars, Mrs. Ruth, eyes had changed colors, and it almost seemed like she was being followed by a herd…flock?....of pigeons. But that was crazy, who ever heard of a person being stocked by a group of pigeons, unless she was giving them too much bred. But it was stranger than that, when Alexander mentioned the birds the sweet old lady got almost, defensive. He saw that she kept glancing out the window, almost like she was making sure that they were still there, or that no one was bothering them. It was odd to say the least, but Alexander was probably just imagining things, yes that had to be it.
Alexander rubbed his temples lightly, letting out a little groan as he did so. He wondered if anyone would care if he just went home early. No one would probably notice, it wasn’t like his manager ever came in, and today had been relatively dead.
“Screw it.” He said out loud, to no one in particular. He was allowed to have a damn sick day every now and then. As he began to cash out the register his urge to leave grew ever greater. He found himself rushing to empty the register and lock it in the safe. Something was calling to him. He couldn’t explain it, he couldn’t comprehend it, but something was pulling on his subconscious. No that was crazy talk, he was just sick, that was all. He just needed to get home, and quickly.
He closed the door and locked it behind him, fumbling slightly with the keys as he did so. The calling was even stronger outside…was that even possible? How could it be, he was just sick after all. But with each step he took towards home the more he knew that this was no sickness. There really WAS something calling to him. He could hear her cry vibrate through his very being. It was both horrifying and incredible at the same time. A sudden longing to run to the force that called to him so strongly erupted inside of him. He wasn’t sure how he knew it was a female that called to him, or where she was, but he did. He ran. He ran faster than he had ever run before, like the wind was pushing him towards the special, astounding presence that had sought him out from miles away.
He could hear her now, a soft ‘whoooo’ that vibrated through the wind and struck him in the chest like a brick. He ran faster. He was so close he could feel her, like a beacon of light, like a promise of companionship, a savior from the monotony and emptiness he had felt for so long. He had always been alone; he had always known it, he had just never really felt it quite as strong as he did at this exact moment. Parents who had been there, but had always cared more about themselves than their son. Friends who had “outgrown” him, or who were only around when they thought he could do something for them. Everyone who he had met and forgotten over the years, they had left a hole inside his chest, one that he had covered up behind an un-interested stare and the books that he sold in order to stay alive. But now he could feel it, he could feel all the pain he had hidden for so long rush to the surface of his consciousness.
Alexander stopped suddenly. He felt like a weight was pushing down on him from every side. He looked around slowly, she was here. He had made it. He looked all around him, but he couldn’t see anything. Where was she? She had to be here, he could feel her. A soft ‘whoo’ caused him to look up slowly towards a large oak that stood right in front of him. She stood out like a diamond surrounded by coals. Soft white and brown feathers, strong, knowing eyes, talons as sharp as daggers but that could be as gentle as silk. That was her, that was the one who called to him so ferociously.
Slowly he lifted his right arm out to her, his body trembling with excitement and fear. Fear that he wasn’t worthy; fear that this was a dream or a trick; fear that she would run from him. Swiftly, the snowy owl pushed herself off of the branch and glided silently towards Alexander’s outstretched arm. With incredible grace and precision her talons lander down on Alexander’s arm and wrapped around it lightly.
It was like an explosion inside of Alexander’s head. He knew her, everything about her. From her birth, to her first clutch of eggs, to now. He knew how incredibly brave and strong she was, how kind and loving she could be, and how she had flown over mountains, tress, and half a continent, just to find him.
The emptiness that he had felt vanished, like it had never been there in the first place. It was replaced with an unfaltering love and devotion that Alexander and the snowy owl felt towards each other. She completed him in a way no one else could have. He knew without a doubt, he would never be alone again.
As their conscious touched he was overwhelmed by a sudden image of the owls feeling. Without words or explanation he knew, he was hers, and to her, he was special. He couldn’t help but smile and laugh as he gently lifted his arm towards himself and touched the beautiful owl’s head with his own. He still didn’t know what this all meant, and quite frankly he didn’t give a damn. He was finally complete.
Hell he knew he was, because at one point he could have sworn that one of his regulars, Mrs. Ruth, eyes had changed colors, and it almost seemed like she was being followed by a herd…flock?....of pigeons. But that was crazy, who ever heard of a person being stocked by a group of pigeons, unless she was giving them too much bred. But it was stranger than that, when Alexander mentioned the birds the sweet old lady got almost, defensive. He saw that she kept glancing out the window, almost like she was making sure that they were still there, or that no one was bothering them. It was odd to say the least, but Alexander was probably just imagining things, yes that had to be it.
Alexander rubbed his temples lightly, letting out a little groan as he did so. He wondered if anyone would care if he just went home early. No one would probably notice, it wasn’t like his manager ever came in, and today had been relatively dead.
“Screw it.” He said out loud, to no one in particular. He was allowed to have a damn sick day every now and then. As he began to cash out the register his urge to leave grew ever greater. He found himself rushing to empty the register and lock it in the safe. Something was calling to him. He couldn’t explain it, he couldn’t comprehend it, but something was pulling on his subconscious. No that was crazy talk, he was just sick, that was all. He just needed to get home, and quickly.
He closed the door and locked it behind him, fumbling slightly with the keys as he did so. The calling was even stronger outside…was that even possible? How could it be, he was just sick after all. But with each step he took towards home the more he knew that this was no sickness. There really WAS something calling to him. He could hear her cry vibrate through his very being. It was both horrifying and incredible at the same time. A sudden longing to run to the force that called to him so strongly erupted inside of him. He wasn’t sure how he knew it was a female that called to him, or where she was, but he did. He ran. He ran faster than he had ever run before, like the wind was pushing him towards the special, astounding presence that had sought him out from miles away.
He could hear her now, a soft ‘whoooo’ that vibrated through the wind and struck him in the chest like a brick. He ran faster. He was so close he could feel her, like a beacon of light, like a promise of companionship, a savior from the monotony and emptiness he had felt for so long. He had always been alone; he had always known it, he had just never really felt it quite as strong as he did at this exact moment. Parents who had been there, but had always cared more about themselves than their son. Friends who had “outgrown” him, or who were only around when they thought he could do something for them. Everyone who he had met and forgotten over the years, they had left a hole inside his chest, one that he had covered up behind an un-interested stare and the books that he sold in order to stay alive. But now he could feel it, he could feel all the pain he had hidden for so long rush to the surface of his consciousness.
Alexander stopped suddenly. He felt like a weight was pushing down on him from every side. He looked around slowly, she was here. He had made it. He looked all around him, but he couldn’t see anything. Where was she? She had to be here, he could feel her. A soft ‘whoo’ caused him to look up slowly towards a large oak that stood right in front of him. She stood out like a diamond surrounded by coals. Soft white and brown feathers, strong, knowing eyes, talons as sharp as daggers but that could be as gentle as silk. That was her, that was the one who called to him so ferociously.
Slowly he lifted his right arm out to her, his body trembling with excitement and fear. Fear that he wasn’t worthy; fear that this was a dream or a trick; fear that she would run from him. Swiftly, the snowy owl pushed herself off of the branch and glided silently towards Alexander’s outstretched arm. With incredible grace and precision her talons lander down on Alexander’s arm and wrapped around it lightly.
It was like an explosion inside of Alexander’s head. He knew her, everything about her. From her birth, to her first clutch of eggs, to now. He knew how incredibly brave and strong she was, how kind and loving she could be, and how she had flown over mountains, tress, and half a continent, just to find him.
The emptiness that he had felt vanished, like it had never been there in the first place. It was replaced with an unfaltering love and devotion that Alexander and the snowy owl felt towards each other. She completed him in a way no one else could have. He knew without a doubt, he would never be alone again.
As their conscious touched he was overwhelmed by a sudden image of the owls feeling. Without words or explanation he knew, he was hers, and to her, he was special. He couldn’t help but smile and laugh as he gently lifted his arm towards himself and touched the beautiful owl’s head with his own. He still didn’t know what this all meant, and quite frankly he didn’t give a damn. He was finally complete.
Mine is half way done but lifes been keeping me busy so I haven't had a chance to finish it. I have tomorrow off though so it will definitely be up then.
Edit: Finally finished, sorry it took so long.
Edit: Finally finished, sorry it took so long.
Ill try and post tonight or tomorrow. New sleep schedule is kinda messing with me right now.
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