Cyanus knew well enough his own depth of power. Without the Demon Bind, he would go on a killing rampage... The Demon Bind was a gateway to his true potential. "Show me," He whispered, swinging the giant zanbatou with one hand above his head.
Tetsuya noticed the building was empty, and that the sounds of battle were on the other side. With a disappointed sigh, he jumped on top of the roof, towards the edge, and watched, his eyes gazing at the battleground. "A test..." He whispered bluntly, obviously disappointed. Arms crossed and eyes darting left and right, he watched.
Ooc: You didn't miss much. We're just leaving the woods and ended up being trapped by these mysterious vines.
Your user name: Sessamaru Name: Vallyn Ilphirahc Age: 250 Job at home: Rogue/Assassin Weapon: Two Shamshirs - Nightmare and Oblivion Powers: Levitation, Summoning Globes of Darkness, Faerie Fire (Harmless fire that is usually used to outline figures, mostly mages, in the darkness or whilst turning invisible), and some Magical abilities. Country of orgin: Forest Monks Race: Drow (Dark Elf) Appearance: Bio/ history: Vallyn, born as a drow, is at the top of the Hierarchy within the chaotic society. Powerful in all states of the Drow community, Vallyn often becomes bored and is alway happy to accept a mission or two. Killing often got boring for him, but, it never stopped him from surviving. In the Forest of Miir, where all is perpectually dark, mithral and adamantine are often traded with other races who fear them. Enchanted Dark Elven wares and blades are the most dangerous, and most often needed to be avoid. The Drow women rule as superior, as to the Drow custom. Vallyn, not caring for the rules, not caring about the killing, he often thinks of travelling the world, casting shadows of intrigue, chaos, and his very image over them. His interests are to be entertained, not to be set in a small forest, raiding whenever a band of travellers are about... With his trusty blades, enchanted heavily, and his cloaking piwafwi, he sets out as a renegade, upsetting his goddess or not (probably not at all, since he is only a male after all), travelling in the shadows as a mercenary. Other: He likes to write in a journal, practice magics, and read. Often times, he's off killing for mercenary work, or just because he doesn't like them. He fights honourably and is very patient. Extra Alignment: Lawful Evil
His gaze turned to Tace "Well?" He asked.
Whenever leon47 says... I am really intrigued by the story, so I can't wait to start. Cool? o.o
Played by: Sessamaru Name: Sessamaru Age: Over 7 aeons Apperance: (What the pic doesn't mention; Shining green eyes, bone-bleached skin, and snow white hair. And to add, he appears to be 17 years old.) Weapon: Lumia - Shadowbane - Sakura - (Two enchanted shamshirs and an enchanted sakabatou) Powers: Increased stealth, Blurring High speed, "Weapon Forging", Magic (I mean the WHOLE spectrum :P), and Plane Walking. Race: (can be anything): Forgotten Side: (Underworld or Chronos): Chronos History: After being lost in "The Veil" for seven aeons, he finally finds a plane of existance that he longed for. He is often hiding in shadows, to avoid prejudice, and often times saving people at the last moment. He's a calm, often reassuring, and a loving, caring companion, who often keeps his past to himself. He cares less about himself, and more of others. Other: None. But, on a side note, this is just your RARE homemade Rogue/Mage (Or a Nightblade, if you prefer Oblivion terms)... Still in the making, strangely o.o
His heart sank at those words, but his mask didn't change. "As you wish... my lord..." He turned his gaze to Letum. "Butterflies are so... Compassionate..." He whispered coldly, his gaze giving away a heavy gravity. He lifted a finger, having the butterfly lower itself onto his sharp nail. He looked at it gently... "Sad to say that millions of these will die..." He smiled, breaking the neutral mask he had placed. The red eletricity burned the butterfly away. "You... I think the New Lord is expecting you..." And with that, he left, gliding towards a newly opened portal of Darkness.
He looked at the Devil, his red eyes burning with a challenge, but his face was a mask contorted by a mask of neutrality. He stood up, and turned, his great wings spreading wide, making him levitate once more. The butterfly imploded, becoming non-existant. "As you wish, My Lord..." He whispered again, gliding towards the door way. He turned his head gently "What else do I need to rid myself?" He asked, his head facing Letum, but his eyes staring at the Devil.
"Yes, such irony..." He whispered, the black cloak fluttering silently. The Halo shined its eerie light, making the entire wood seem darker and more ominous. There was a giant wall of vines shutting in the exit. "A problem..."
Proudly, he glided into the chamber, his black leggings fluttering as he did so. He was honoured to be in the presence of the New Lord. The black, feathered wings folded as he fell to one knee, his head bowed. "My Lord..." He whispered coldly, proud to be in the very presence of the New Lord.
Sessamaru began leading the way, the other's following him. The village was not far, but in the perpectual darkness of the wood... It was dreadfully long.
The cocoon exploded as two large wings unfolded, revealing a snow white figure, his hair perpectually raven dark. Black, demonic runes covered his body. His near-naked figure levitated above the grounds, the raven black wings fluttering gently. His arms were held across his body, each hand on the opposite shoulder. Sharp black nails emitted red electricity, giving his figure an ominous touch. Seras waved a hand replacing it back onto his shoulder afterwards, blowing apart the wall. He glided through the hole, the miniature Dark Holes eating away the rest of the wall. He continued his gliding, searching for the New Lord. Fully revitalize, the demon lord, Seras, gazed around, his gleaming red eyes hunting around for a prey. He was... hungry. Nothing more. His black lips curled into a smirk as he saw a rat. He lifted a finger from his shoulder, lifting the rat in thin air. The rat was infront of him, squealing. He gently ate the rat with proper etiquette. As he finished, he glided onward, satisfied with his power and rejuvenated body. He appeared in front of the Audience Chamber, hoping the New Lord rested there. Edit- OOC: Sorry, Chervalier, didn't see your post there ^^'
"We have done more than a day's work... But... This wood is manifested with creatures of the night... A village is nearby... To the west, I believe." He spoke as he stood up, his cloak dancing about his fragile frame. "There is where we shall rest... "
"No... If he was, then this one would be wielding Babylon... But that is lost in the Void of where his home used to be... This one is truly sorry..." He whispered, only telling half the truth. He sat down, staring up into the Halo, where he could see the unholy blue flame. The dark core a dying sun... How convenient...
"Dragons..." He whispered, getting straight up. He picked up the katana, spinning it around, then slamming it into the scabbard. He looked at her. "So, what now?" He asked, his eyes flaring with an inner flame.
Well... I am thirsty... Leon considered, his hand reaching out for the cup. He froze. "How do I know it isn't poison?" He joked, yanking the cup out of her hand, gulping down the liquid. With a satisfied gasp, he flipped the cup above him, catching it with an out-stretched fist.
He turned his gaze at Aveum. Then to Blade. Finally, his gaze went to Cina. "So, if all is agreed, then travel with this one in search for more allies to conquer the Falling God..." His finger pointed to the giant Halo Cloud, in which the giant comet has gotten close.
Ooc: lol, I see. Leon, awoken from his deep thought, turned and stared at Alex. "What is it?"
Cyanus seemed unaffected. "As long as you're in there, then listen. Possessing me isn't going to work... I'll just flush you out." He began to chant the demonic runes upon Dragonkin's alien-blade, each rune ringing in his head like a bell. His voice got high-pitched, then low-pitched. It continued. The runes upon the blade began to fade into violet vapour as new runes appeared, written in green vapour. As he finished the violet runes, the green runes finished, glowing faintly. He swung his almight blade down, seeing a large, bulbous gas of violet appearing in front of him, in which lay a figure... Rako will never have a choice in the matter to be flushed out... "If you do that one more time... Then I'll pop the next bubble you're in, trapping you inbetween the mental plane and the physical plane. Got it?" He asked, watching as the bubble naturally pop, releasing Rako in full, physical form.
