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Post by ASURA on Jan 7, 2017 18:28:28 GMT
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Paths ride the approaching storm. [attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I want to hear you
calling my name.
I know you want
it in the worst way. | A hostage, Anubis. You heard me, now make it so. The cloaked figure with encapsulated red-eyeholes didn't need a second word before it turned away from Asura, the Demon King, whom sat adorned in finery while imbursed with golden surroundings. The golden-eyed monarch sat there casually, staring at his 'subordinate' before flicking a finger to indicate that he was to dismiss the cloaked figure known as Anubis. Servants in the halls of Isawia Palace seemed to tremble and quiver at each individual movement of the red-eyed wisp of shadow but none dared voice their tremulous paralysis. Be sure to avoid Raven. She'll suspect me should she catch word of your arrival. Asura remarked as Anubis was about to exit the door. Besides, I don't want Drackenstein knocking at my doorstep just yet. Anubis didn't even nod as he quickened his step out of the room.
A horse of ghostly darkness had been trekking over the seemingly endless sandy terrain for many days now. The process was elongated by the demons devoid of sentience whom seemed to tread in Anubis' path every so often. Conflict wouldn't last for long, dismissed simply by the flick of one of Anubis' fingers as he continued to make his way through the demon-infested land. Terrain soon began to even out; transitioning from the sandy dunes of Madiya into a much more forested terrain marking the end of Demons and the beginning of civilization; Drackenstein. The occasional chatter of Drackenstinian patrols could be heard but Anubis wasn't phased. His horse was silent yet swift and he manoeuvred around such problems with considerable ease. Stealth was his forté after all such was the instructions issued to him by Asura.
Trees soon began to disperse and separate as the bi-product of deforestation to make way for Drackenstinian construction. Buildings were slowly fading into view as the forested area opened out onto a humongous grassy plain dotted with the occasional house. Further on from that, a towering wall marked with white-stone rumoured to be impenetrable by even the strongest of foes. Anubis could feel Asura's glare from within his mind; his master was watching the wall and smirking. To think Umbra actually believes he's safe locked in those walls.. Anubis shook his head to mirror his master's mannerisms back in the halls of Madiya. Both disclosed a degree of unhindered arrogance in the face of Drackenstinian defence.
The black horse eventually came to a stop and Anubis subsequently dismounted. The very sliver of sound reveberated off the grass as the cloaked one's metallic boots made contact with the earth beneath. Red-eyeholes scanned the surrounding area with seemingly no evident sign of civilization. His aura resonated a degree of foreignness; Anubis stuck out like a sore thumb and he was very aware of the fact. With this in mind, Asura could only agree with Anubis' directive commands that the two shared. They were to find cover until an unfortunate inhabitant were to grace their presence. Only then would the Demon King truly strike.
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Post by AZALEA on Jan 7, 2017 19:35:42 GMT
It was a normal day in this broken town of rubble and hopelessness. The small, fox girl would sit in the corner of a broken building with her knees to her chest and her cloak folded next to her person. The corner of her choosing was covered by a partial ceiling making it shaded, however the corner opposite of her was crumbling away. There was a large hole in the building just next to the deteriorating corner, which was allowing access to sunlight illuminating most of the small, dreary shack so none of it was as dark as the woman liked. Amber eyes stayed locked on pieced of scrap metals intertwined with thorns and other pieces of sharp objects that had left the many light scars flattered across her flesh. This shack was once indeed her own, yet it was never a home where she was accepted.
The woman had been lost in thought for most of the day, until she heard a few loud men nearing her accommodating place. Quickly she would stand, throwing her cloak over her shoulders but she hadn't been quick enough to place her hood before they saw. As multiple shouts filled the air full of vulgarness and racism, the black haired outcast would raise her hood before scurrying off. The men had searched for her for quite some time before giving up leaving the girl in tears. This was not a place she wished to stay any longer. She had dreamed of having more and being more. However, it was to dangerous for her in such a setting as this leaving her with no choice. She wouldn't go further into the city, no, she would go farther from the center leading her to the wall. It wasn't hard for a girl invisible to the world to slip outside that wall with no questions asked. Nobody would know her, nobody would miss her, and hopefully they'd regret it. All she wanted was to be accepted.
The fox had finally left it's burrow and proceeded past the wall of such a depressing past. She didn't know where to go, or what to do, or what she'd even come against but she hoped it would take her far away from this world of seclusion.
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