Richimal
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Post by Richimal on Jun 1, 2006 17:44:53 GMT -5
Kyle GreySeer
A sigh escaped his lips, as he looked to the knob, hesitating before entering. A moment or two would pass, even after the call to have him enter. What exactly was he going to say? His siblings were going to be ... problematic as the events came to full fruition. And for their own separate reasons. It wasn't exactly an insult, rather a fact of their personalities. Cass was ... stubborn. She seemed so dead set on remaining so mysterious. Her problems are her own, let no one get in her way, or make her do anything, et cetera, et cetera. He had absolutely no clue on how to regain her trust. Get her to listen to him. He doesn't want to be her boss, her Lord and Master. He just wanted to see her safely through the vortex that was undoubtedly headed their way. And for him to do that, she had to listen to him, trust in him. And then there was Faith. She was more inclined to listen to him thankfully. Should he get over the mountain that was his past ... He had to regain her trust as well. Let her know he was here to stay this time. That he wouldn't turn his back on her, on either of them from now own. But her and her damn temper. It was going to get her killed. Maybe all of them killed, if he couldn't still the beast within her just enough to get her to see reason. Get her to see she would have to take things calmly. He couldn't have her mouthing off to father, regardless of who was right or wrong. Father had the power, he had all the cards. And he had the back bone, for better or for worse, to silence them all permanently, if they weren't careful. You see, Kyle had a little insight on the matter. His mind was far different, far ... darker than it had been. And as such, gone the way was his naive soul, replaced by a much more cynical and devious one. He had pondered over the possible reasons of why their father would return now, after all this time. Of all the possible outcomes he had been able to speculate at, none were pleasant. None at all. And unfortunately, he had no idea how much time any of them had left to prepare ...
Kyle opened the door slowly, pushing back upon it just enough to poke his head in, azure eyes gazing 'round the room to finally land upon his dear sister. He closed his eyes a moment, pained by what he saw. Though he had no powers to ascertain what she was feeling, or thinking. Her body language said it all. Her back to him, sitting before the fire place, and it's empty embrace. He took a step in, and closed the door behind him. He opened his mouth to speak, and no words came. He let out a breath as he fought for words. When none came, a chuckle actually escaped his lips, and he ran his hand through his mane of false golden locks.
"You know ... I had a long trip here, to our old home ... And on that trip, I had novels to say. Whole scripts written and rehearsed, set to memory, or so I had thought anyway ... And now ... I am here, and for the life of me, I don't know what to say to you."
That last part was said with great sadness, his shoulders slumping as his head hung before him. Because he truly had no idea of what to say to her. He was eternally sorry, but how could those words justify what he owed her? He couldn't just say "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Won't happen again." They were just words. How could he make her see that he was truly, and with every depth and fiber of him, truly sorry for his faults and failures in their past. He wasn't sure if she'd ever truly, and completely forgive him. But that's why he was here. He would try, with all of his worth, would he try. Kyle made his way toward her, standing just behind, blue eyes looking down upon her. He wished she'd look away from the hearth, to look him in the eyes as he spoke. But he couldn't ask it of her. He'd already been a fool, for the things he'd asked for already. From her, from Cass, after having only been back for mere hours. No, he would not ask anything of her just yet. A hand reached out hesitantly, only to pause, pulling back slightly as if his hand were approaching something dangerous. But finally, he laid a gentle hand upon her shoulder.
"But I am here. I'm here now. And ... I was hoping that would count for something. I've ... a great deal to answer for beloved sister. In this life and the next. Many reasons why you shouldn't trust me. To be a man, to be your brother ... But ... all I have is my word. My word, that ... I shall never leave you again. Ever. I would die before I let anyone, or anything hurt you again. I ... I'm sorry I failed you. I was hoping you'd give me another chance."
Not nearly as poetic, or endearing, as he had hoped. Not that this was a tirade, a scene to be played out. He wasn't playing a part. It was just that, he had wanted to fully get across what he felt, why he was here. But he just didn't have the words. He didn't have that noble beat to his spirit. He could only let go of himself, and let his mouth speak his heart, silver lined or not. He let his hand return to his side, and stood behind her. And the moments before she answered his words, be they minutes, or even seconds, would seem an eternity.
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Post by Lillith on Jun 2, 2006 11:19:10 GMT -5
No, she wouldn't look at him as he spoke to her. Even as he came up behind her, everything within her screamed that she turn around, fling her arms about him, and hold him so very tight, never let him go again. But she didn't. She remained sitting before the dead hearth, hearing his apologies, his promises. Promises that had been made too many times before. She couldn't help but stiffen as his hand settled upon her shoulder, her wings fluttering momentarily as her emotions raced through her, nearly tore her open.
Oh but she could feel him so keenly, his sorrow. The truth behind his words that he would never leave her again. Should she remain strong, remain aloof, make him pay for his transgression? Kyle was her twin, her Angel, and neither could keep from feeling each other so very keenly. Too keenly sometimes, and this was one of those times. Kyle -was- hurting. She could tell that every word that spilled forth from his lips he knew as only truth.
With a sigh she would pull herself up to stand, her wondrous wings lifting as her shoulders did, as her chin did, as she turned to face her brother and settle her eyes of chipped emeralds upon his own intently. He stood before her utterly defeated, looking so much the same, yet so.. different as well. Though she wasn't sure what it was, Faith sensed something.. off.. about him. How could she not? They were connected, she and him. Twins.. holding a link only only twins would be able to fathom. Gathering in a breath slowly, she would reach out to lightly touch the feathers of one of his wings, marveling at the snowy whiteness of them, such a contrast to the rainbowed ebon of her own. Dark and light, and connected so deeply. Finally, she would speak, her voice husky from the pain she was feeling, as well as the sheer unadulterated love.
" I believe you.. dammit if I don't. Maybe it's just because I -want- to believe you, because I have to or I'll just go crazy. Or.. crazier.. whatever.."
Her hand would drop to her side, staring intently at him again, feeling as if they were the only two in the world at that moment. She would drink this moment in, bathe in it for all it was worth, for soon she knew, their world would be torn asunder. Moon was returning, and dear old Dad was all kinds of pissed off. The GreySeer were in for the fight of their life, but for now, all she wanted was to remain in this moment with her brother, her Kyle, her Angel.. her one true love in life. And finally, with a final choked cry of relief, of joy, of sorrow as well, she would throw herself into his arms, her own wrapping around his neck in a vice-like grip as kisses rained over his face, his neck, as murmurs were drifted across his skin.
" I've missed you so much. I've been lost without you here.. truly lost.."
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John
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Post by John on Jun 19, 2006 3:17:56 GMT -5
[green]Jao Kheinmor[/green]
So many mixed feelings and emotions lingered within the halls of that home. Jao was not a man who could truly understand everything there was to know about people, but he was wise enough to know that these people were in need, and he suddenly felt so very far away. They were family in a very distant sort of way. It was a distance that he would have loved to have bridged, but Kyle had made himself clear hadn't he? Then again Kyle was young, and from Jao understood, Kyle was just returning to a house that he had not called home in some time. How much right did Kyle have? Jao sat upon the grand steps of the mansion, both of his hands pressed together, and his emerald eyes focused upon the Ebony cobbles of the large path that cut through the massive courtyard.
The winds were cool and for a moment he almost wished that he understood more. A part of him wanted nothing more than to be accepted somewhere, anywhere. Alexander was a man who was carving his own path, and David as well was forging his legacy. Eric had seemingly retired and was in the arms of Hope, his loving wife. Jao, the eldest, the first to step foot beyond their old home was now the odd one out and it was a frightening experience, a disturbing reality that had become more tangible the moment Kyle had asked him to leave. What did Kyle know? Since when did the young, speak wisely, when life and death hung in the balance? That was what was at stake wasn't it? People were going to die, and Moon was going to bring down the scythe. At least that was his assumption, why else was there such tension at the approach of the man? Perhaps this was why he was here. Ages ago Jao Kheinmor had been a hero, a warrior, a champion. Now he was a wanderer, a useless vagabond who preached the words of a God, who he felt was so far away at times. When angels slept in warm beds, with his own kin. What did that mean?
"My God, where am I going?" he whispered in a soft, thoughtful tone of voice as he leaned forward and ascended to his feet.
Slowly his hands descended and he turned his palms up and stared down at them. He was here standing on their steps awaiting something, wondering over something. What it was he couldn't truly understand. Perhaps it was to catch Moon. Then what? To sit him down over tea and ask him if he would reconsider whatever grave action he might take against his own flesh and blood? Perhaps it was paranoia but Jao knew better, and he wondered if he was bold enough to stay. Was he bold enough to defy the words of a young man, to injure the pride of a family in order to save lives. Of course, they were young, they were foolish, they didn't have the foresight that he had, or the power that he had. He could convince Moon otherwise or...
"Or what Jao Kheinmor?" he inquired of himself.
Slay him? No that wasn't his way, but the more he began to think the more he wondered. Had it been a tender heart that had charged him with the burden of never slaying his foes? Or was it guilt, and fear that forbade him from staring into the eyes of another fallen victim. The answer lingered upon his lips, he knew it well and he defied it again. It was a waiting game, and he made his choice. Slowly he sank back down onto the steps, and raised his head, directing his emerald gaze back out to the skies. All he could do was wait and hope that the answers would come in time.
[red]Alexander Kheinmor[/red]
Time... Everyone was worried over time. Never waste time, spend your time wisely, make time for this, and make time for that. Alexander had given enough time and he was growing more impatient by the moment.
Now he sat upon a large rock within a field. The apple half eaten held gingerly between finger and thumb. Both of his blue eyes roaming over the field as he took in a deep breath, held it for a moment and then sighed it out. He was a mile away from the Grove. The open field allowed for a better view of the sky and the lands around. He was waiting and watching for Cass, but she hadn't been seen and she hadn't shown her face in weeks. Patience had never been Alex' strong suit, however for Cass he had put in the effort and he drew his right arm back and chucked the apple into the tall grass and grunted irritably.
"Damnit Cass..." he snorted as he leaned forward and ascended to his feet.
Both of his eyes closed as he reached out. The tug of Ki-lines and chi-lines was tapped at and observed as he began to hunt for her. Alex had been near Cass long enough to almost memorize her level of casual life force. However in his searching he found another familiar arc. A slender brow ascended as he turned his head and gazed off into the distance as his frame began to lift steadily into the air.
"What the hell is he doing with Cass?" he inquired.
Alexander didn't sense any danger, nor any spikes of life force, and so he was confident in the safety of Cass. As for his father, Alex never doubted that the old man could take care of himself. A cool grin surged over his features as an explosion of energy resonated away from his form as he began to cut through the air in a shriek of shattering force to wards his father, and ultimately to wards Cass.
"She better have a damn good reason for keeping me waiting for so fuck'n long," he muttered as the winds slammed against his face, sending his blonde locks dancing over his head in short waves.
[green]Jao[/green]
He raised his head and his brow creased as the spike flared in the distance. That much energy flaring and he smiled warmly. It was either Eric or Alex and he had to smile to himself, in the realization that Alexander was becoming so powerful. Eric still had him outgunned by far, but Alex was well on his way. He was almost envious, Alexander was more powerful than he was at that point, though he was still capable of taking down his own son to put him in his place. At least he was confident in that thought. So Alex was coming to the castle? He had no doubt that it was to see Cassandra, but just the same, he had hopes that the visit would maybe be more productive than his own.
Moon
The storm had begun many miles south of the castle. The stagnant chill of death infested the life, the air, and very essence of reality all about his frame as the plague reached out like an asphyxiating wave. The travel had been halted. Moon was far more efficient than his children would ever be. However he was also prone to being moderately superfluous in some of his wicked ministrations. The death of his children would not be a swift execution of 'His Justice'. No, it would be a slow, marvelous display of his power, his law, his reign, and they would slowly realize the horror of what their idiocy had unleashed. High within the heavens, he hovered, as the darkness surged and the brittle cold of death circulated comfortably throughout his never dying frame. Both of his white eyes seemed as glassy and distance as a corpse's as his massive wings stretched out in a wavering shadow of diseased horror. More focus, more time, it was all about time. Right now he was harvesting his might, and would return home in a wave of horrific might to finally put an end to the lot who had successfully sullied the Greyseer name.
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Post by Samaena on Jul 24, 2006 19:30:51 GMT -5
From her vantage point she could see the wood, she could see the very horizon upon which the storm she knew would arrive in time, brewed. She saw many things but her grey eyes remained unflinching, the features of her face unmoved; despite the chilling wind that blew those ebon tresses out behind her. Haunting whispers of what was to come, taunting voices that howled about the top of the very castle, singing in the childlike voices of death and horror. Memories long since forgotten risen like one of Moon’s dead to remind her that this was not a place she wanted to be. Yet she remained. Why?
The question she had asked herself many times over yet there was always the same reply…the single word she avoided since she had cast half herself away. ‘Hope’ was always the answer to her questions. Hope that he’d see her for who she was, what she tried to be, the person she had become because of him, all for him. Did he know she had tried so hard to be seen in his eyes…and now at the pinnacle of all things. Retribution was soon to arrive in the shape of her Father. Moon…the miserable old bastard she had blamed for everything…yet when she asked herself if it truly was his fault she had to take that deep breath and purse her lips. Was she really faultless? In her eyes she was.
Her siblings had each other once more, and she knew deep within that Faith would be alright. Kyle would see she was alright if he stayed. Was she jealous of what they had? To the core! The muscles in her jaw flexed as she clamped her teeth tightly closed. She even shuffled closer to the edge with discomfort, need, attention she knew would not come. Not even the disturbance she saw and felt drew anything more than that from her.
The slightest flame to chill her cold, bitter heart came in the form of Alexander Kheinmor. Had he come to find Jao? She knew he was still on GreySeer land but she had made no attempt to speak with him, lest she fail and let that flame loose. There was no room for emotion here, not now. It was far too late for such regrets…but they were there all the same. Did she love him? Could she lie…to herself. If truth were known she’d have declared her love in a heartbeat…but that was not the relationship she had with the man that came to greet his Father right now on the very land she fully expected to lay forever upon or within. Its cold chilling embrace forever binding her heart and soul to such a place. Was such a thing possible? Her line of sight changed so she could take in the grove, the place that offered sanctuary and protection to all Kaliya’s children. Would she cower and hide within such a sacred place?
Her sneer of disdain for the very thought and the actual appearance of Alex himself drew her from her thoughts and her perch. Placing her feet back upon solid stone she’d remove herself from sight…just to watch, to see that which she coveted so much. Merely positioning herself atop the castle, the gargoyle that overlooked the courtyard was shelter enough, her view was clear enough…her want to drop down into that very courtyard to greet the man she loved and his father once again was almost enough to have her do just that. But to see the interaction between Father and Son, to know there was love, respect and friendship no matter what came, no matter how much time had passed, was all she wanted to see.
The quiet muttering of a daughter to her Father were not words that should have been voiced yet she said what she felt, knowing full well there was no one to hear. Least of all the man she spoke to. “I know you’re out there, I know you’re coming…I can smell you, the stench of a coward is not hard to miss”
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Richimal
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Post by Richimal on Jul 30, 2006 0:44:54 GMT -5
Kyle GreySeer
Kyle wrapped his arms about his sister as if she were her name sake. His Faith. He returned those butterfly kisses as she graced them upon his skin, and lifted her up off the ground and swirled her 'round, gazing up into her wondrous eyes. He'd changed much during his time away, but never the love he held for his sister. He pressed his cheek up against her own, and squeezed her tight, almost painfully so.
"Dear sister, we've much history you and I. And not all of it pleasant. But I hope some of which, the darker times, can be laid to rest, so that we can have a future, a real future together."
He held her for the longest time, just to have his arms about her, just to plant his own kisses all over her features. To feel her warmth and love. He wondered at the idiocy of his past, marveled at the stupidity of his actions. Having left her to rot, that which meant most to him in life. He did not know what had been wrong with him, perhaps he would never know the reasons for his failings and failures as a man. But he vowed he'd never make them again. He'd never leave her. But on that thought, his mind drifted to his sister Cassandra. He paused a moment and gently pushed her away at arms length.
"Dear one, it isn't just about me and you anymore. I've done a lot of growing up, and as much as I love and need you. So true, do I need the love of all my family. I know it's a lot to ask for, and I've already asked for so much. But I need you to be patient for a little while longer. I need to see to Cass. She is my sister too after all, and I need her love as much as I need yours. Please ... please wait for me. Things have to get better between all of us, or all this is for naught."
He bit his lip as he settled her down to her feet, and took a step away. He squared his shoulders and took in a deep breath. He hoped she'd understand. Understand that they were a family, and that was what Kyle wanted, what he needed with every fiber of his soul. He wanted his family. He leaned forward and planted an intimate kiss upon the soft stretch of her lips.
"You've waited for me for so long already, but I must ask you to wait just a little while longer. I must see to our beloved Cass. Please ..."
And with that, and hopefully no ill words from Faith, he departed, and went on the hunt for Cassandra. It would take some time to locate her, but it was not an impossible task. Perhaps he was not Hope, and did not share the link he shared with Faith, but she was blood all the same. And he could feel her, a defiant pulse of life somewhere about the castle. Somewhere high. He knew where to look once he found the general area. She so loved to watch upon high, away from it all, detached but aware.
It took but a few moments of flight, once outside, the still cool night interrupted only by the soft flutter of his feathers. Finally, beauty sat beside the horrid statuesque form of the stone gargoyle. The pair were contrasted perfectly against the soft moonlight and he had to smile. The smile did not last long however as he felt the harsh words Cassandra might spew at him. But he had to try, for both their sakes.
He landed, but a short distance away, upon the safe roof she herself sat, but far enough away not to anger her. He wanted to have a civil conversation with her, not another argument for interrupting her solace.
"Cassandra .... I know I'm the last person you want to talk to right now. But I wanted ... nay, needed to see you."
He paused, taking a moment to swallow and pace a few steps back and forth. What to say? How to alleviate concerns and anger? He realized he did not know her as well as he knew his Faith. And so he would not insult her by acting as though he did. But still, he would speak from the heart, and pray she heard through her stubborn anger.
"Cass, the truth is we don't know one another. We've never been as close as we should have been. We don't have what Faith and I have. And I am most certainly not Hope. But .... but you're my sister. And believe it or not, I love you ... I love you very much. And I mean to rectify the distance that stands between us. If you'll let me."
He began to pace again, shaking his head. In truth, he didn't know if he could survive a smug remark. A careless reprisal for even attempting such. Heated words to go away, that he was not needed. Because whether she chose to admit it or not, Kyle actually needed her. He didn't boast that it was the other way around.
"I ... I just want my Cass to love me, as much as I love her. Hope isn't here. And I don't know why she isn't, but ... but I am. And I was wondering if you wanted ... or needed a brother. Because you happen to have one standing not ten feet from you, who wants nothing more than to see you happy."
As the wind soared between them, he held his breath awaiting ... something ... anything. His lungs burned as if on fire, for need of air. But he would not disturb the silence until she said something, for fear of missing it. And unfortunately for all of them ... the drama of their social life was just the beginning. Even if he did manage to get both sisters back, there was still the war to come after. When father returned ...
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Post by Lillith on Aug 1, 2006 12:37:28 GMT -5
Ah, to feel the strength of his arms about her again, it was as if life were once again complete. All the lonliness she had felt, all the anger, all of that was seeping away into his embrace, into the kisses he afforded her tear-streaked face. How long had it been since she'd allowed herself to cry? Ages. To hear him speak of a future together almost made everything that was going to come to pass disappear.. almost.
But soon enough he was pulling away, and speaking of needing to speak to Cassandra. Talking of his need to bring her into his love as well, and that all to familiar scowl would creep once again into her lovely pale features. Yet, oddly enough for her, she remained silent. Faith simply set her jaw into a firm line as he made his way from her room to find Cass, thinking silently to herself that Cass was to far gone to be touched in any manner. Faith wasn't stupid. Cass had some hidden agenda in this entire family fiasco, and Faith was pretty damn sure it wasn't a 'Let's all band together and rid ourselves of Dad' agenda.
Still, as much as it grated on her last nerve, Kyle was right. Cass was their sister, and at this point it seemed that the three of them was all that was left of this family. Her head would tilt to the side, jade eyes drifting shut as she pondered. To follow or not? Sure, Kyle and Faith needed some time alone to hash things out, but.. simply said.. Faith didn't trust Cass all that much. Sisters or not, Cass was even more hurt and angry then Faith was, and who better to lash out at? Kyle.
With a sigh, fingers swept over her face to remove any remnants of wetness from her features, she too would go to seek out Cass as her brother did. And much like Kyle, Cass was easy to find. The anger and resentment seeping from their sister was like a beacon in the night to Faith, for indeed, she herself had allowed such a beacon to wash from her for the longest time. And simply because Kyle had returned didn't mean Faith was all better and goody two-shoes now. Hell no. Father still needed and would be dealt with. Soon enough she too would light upon the roof with the gentlest ruffle of raven wings, standing far behind her siblings, arms crossing over her chest as she watched and listened to them both. As far as she was concerned, no matter if Cass had some sort of wild epiphony and decided to be all nice to Kyle or not, the three of them -still- needed to talk. To plan. Silently she would watch them, lips set in a thin line, ready to counter any attack Cass might fling at Kyle. Yet somehow, Faith didn't think such a harsh thing would happen. Cass had other things on her mind then a long-lost brother returned. Kyle was nothing in Cass' plans.. oh yes.. Faith could see it..
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Post by John on Aug 6, 2006 9:51:34 GMT -5
[green]Jao Kheinmor[/green]
Beyond the doors of the GreySeer castle did he reside. Out in the darkness, separated from a family that he would never truly understand, or for that matter be a part of. It seemed that the marriage between his brother, and Hope did little to strengthen, or for that matter establish any tiles to anything or anyone beyond themselves. It was admittedly a rather swift judgment placed upon the heads of those Greyseers who sought so easily to reject him. However it was the truth wasn't it? For the sake of familial pride he had been ousted by Kyle. A mere request but Jao understood the words enough. He was an outsider and not welcome there, not when there was a potential for trouble. Why not? He had to wonder if perhaps he and his own family were so egocentric. Was their own pride something that forbade others from aiding them. The answer didn't come cleanly or easily and that was the most disturbing part.
The presence of Alexander, his first, and now only son caused him to raise his head and direct his emerald, green eyes to wards the dark swirling heavens. The surface of his brow creased, the fine lines of worry showing themselves. The thunder heads seemed ominously close, and had not been there moments before. The winds had picked up and had grown cold, far colder than they had moments before. Jao's stomach told him that something was lingering upon the dark horizon, he couldn't see it but he could feel it. Suddenly he stood to his feet in a flurry of dark, flowing pants, and swaying tunic as the winds picked up and splashed against the features of his face. The soft click of geti sandals upon the rough, black cobbles marked his departure from the doorway out into the forlorn courtyard, his head still raised, though this time the weight of his left hand rested upon the lead katana, resting within his belt.
[red]Alexander Kheinmor[/red]
The winds tore over his frame as he picked up speed and momentum. The clouds had become thick and he dropped down beneath the looming heads of darkness that had begun so very suddenly to fill the heavens. Thunder rippled around him and he could feel the anger stirring. Something was coming, something that was displeased. A strangely melancholy feeling drifted over him for a moment before he darted down through the air, drawing the menacing clouds to twist suddenly in his wake as he approached the location of his father. Down below he saw the man. His father looked frightfully concerned and his stomach ached all the more. Was it fear or anticipation. With Alexander Kheinmor it was hard to decipher, but even with a mixture of emotions there was one thing he always brought into battle with him, and that was confidence. He dropped down and landed lightly upon the black cobbles. Both of his hands ascended to allow his fingertips to smooth through his wind torn hair.
"Long time no see, dad," he offered with a faint, troubled smile. He wondered if Cass was all right. "how long have you been here?"
Jao raised his head and looked beyond his son to wards the heavens. The clouds were thick and soon streaks of lightning began to streak like veins of power throughout the blackened skies.
"I've been here for too long, and not long enough it would seem." replied Jao as he turned his green, eyes to wards his son, the smile upon his face proclaiming his pleasure at seeing him, but the shadow of concern was still present.
Alex nodded his head and turned to look out over the lands. The castle behind them, the stretch of land leading to wards The Grove becoming oddly darkened by the presence that was drawing forth.
"Why are you out here?" he inquired, glancing back over his shoulder to his father.
Jao sighed faintly and shook his head.
"I was requested to leave by Kyle, apparently... there's a family matter of importance and, well, their pride wouldn't allow my involvement," he explained rather simply.
Alex chuckled a bit and smiled genuinely for the first time since his arrival.
"Pride is it? That must really piss you off, huh?" he teased as he slid his hands down into his pockets. "So why are you waiting out here. Did you really miss me that much?"
Jao paused for a long moment and he seemed to be staring beyond his son, still listening to the words that the younger man spoke, but not replying for some time. Eventually he sighed, and he seemed to deflate. Concern washed over Alexander suddenly as he turned and faced his father directly. What had happened to this man? Jao Kheinmor, The Jade Dragon, the warrior of old who he wanted desperately to emulate in every way. This man before him was a shadow of the GOD that he had wanted always to surpass, to honor, to follow.
Jao finally shook his head, as if coming to grips with something.
"I'm going back in here, I have words for Moon. He's not here yet but he's coming, and it won't be good Alex. I don't know what's going on but I can feel it. There's tension in that castle, it's as if everyone is tightly wound to the point of snapping and Moon is coming to pluck them," he explained as he turned his gaze to his son. "I fear for their lives."
Alex's stomach dropped as he turned away from his father and looked out over the expanse. There was something coming and he could feel it. Cassandra was the first thing on his mind.
"So Kyle, I take it he's one of the family?" he inquired.
Jao nodded but did not reply. Alex took in a deep breath and sighed heavily.
"Then we should get going then. I'm going to see if I can't drag Cassandra out of there though," he offered as he turned and began to migrate past his father.
Jao reached out and took hold of Alex arm with his left hand. The grip of his father was not nearly as strong as he remembered. Perhaps it was that he had grown stronger and surpassed his old man. Or perhaps all of the strength had left his father and there was nothing left to even grasp with. Alex looked at the hand curiously, and then raised his eyes to his father's face.
Jao finally spoke.
"I'm not leaving Alex, take Cassandra at any cost and get far from this place. I'm going to stay." he stated.
Alexander's brow creased and his eyes narrowed a fraction. He slowly felt the grip of his father go lax, and then release entirely and he turned completely to face him. For a moment Alex said nothing, but then he moved in front of his father, standing face to face with him.
"I thought you said that, Kyle asked you to leave. You're not needed here, this is their deal, not yours," he stated, calmly, his words measured and careful.
Jao's eyes ascended to Alexander's face and he remained silent for a moment. However even in the silence Alex knew that look. He was going to stay, and try to be the hero.
"Oh for crying out loud!" stated Alex as he leaned his head back for a moment. He lowered his eyes to his father. "You can't do this, you can't run their lives, that's not right. This is their family, not yours!"
Jao remained silent as Alex raised his voice in frustration. He turned to look at the castle.
"They need my help Alex, I .. won't lose another family," he stated. "They just don't see it, the young never do, they'll die."
Alex reached out and took hold of Jao's shirt and tugged him close. Jao did not resist, but raised his gaze to his son's own, fierce blue eyes. Alex nearly hissed.
"You're just like David! You both don't get it! If someone asks you for help, then you help them! If someone wants to deal with their own damn trials and tribulations then who the hell are you to stop them! This isn't your fight dad! This never was, you have no business interfering, you have no business shoving your nose into it!" he stated in a decidedly fierce tone.
Jao's hands ascended, smacking Alex' hands from his shirt. He stepped forward and his own emerald eyes narrowed fiercely.
"Those with power are charged with the protection of the weak. Aren't those the very words of your master?" he asked. "Goujen has charged you with the same task that he charged me. This is not The Nine Isles but we are still strong Alex, we need to care for those who can't care for themselves!" he replied just as fiercely.
Alex shook his head and his own anger was building.
"This isn't The Nine Isles, you're right! Goujen isn't here, this isn't The Dragon's Guild. We can jump in and force our hand into the affairs of others. You're a tyrant if you do! You're stripping these people of their Pride, their Lives, their Choices! You're not letting them live their lives!" he stated, his voice raising.
The heavens trembled and that fierce presence continued forth, however Alexander paid it no heed. The words he spoke he felt were true, but he knew that arguing with his father was like beating against a mountain.
"These people ASKED you to leave, they asked you to go home dad! You don't have any claim here. Men with power who bully around the lives of others are monsters. You and David are just like Damon!" he offered. "Stripping away their rights, pushing them into the direction that YOU think they need to be. They're not people to you and David, they're just fucking Victims!"
Jao's eyes widened at the words spoken, a part of him realized in that moment that they were true. However in that moment as he digested the angered words of his son, he realized as well that he was a relic. The mind set he had was nothing short of archaic and obsolete. Suddenly his purpose shattered and he felt his heart ache. However that same tenacity presented itself as he stepped back.
"What do you know Alex, you're a self serving, pompous child. You don't care about anything beyond your own needs," he stated coldly, in retaliation. Part of what he said was true, but at the same time it came out like a vicious whip, meant to sting and maim.
Alexander heard the words and his stomach ached. The words rang throughout him and made him feel as if he were the only man in the world, suffering the weight of his father's disapproval.
"Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to do what's right,"
Alexander shook his head.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, I really am," offered Alex in a soft, thoughtful tone of voice.
Jao sighed and turned to face him, but even as he turned Alexander moved forward to wards him. The son had surpassed the father. It became apparent to Jao as he watched his son's movement, the raise of a fist, the speed that tore beyond his body causing the cobble stones to rip, crack and ascend in the air as if struck by some massive unseen force. Alexander's right fist collided with the side of Jao's face. The collision would literally shake the foundations as the ground beneath Jao's feet would collapse and crater beneath him. Alexander's fist trembled, his father was still a titan on the battle field. Alexander however was a more fierce some titan. Jao's eyes rolled back into his head, his body went dead weight and the impact sent his frame flying back wards onto the very steps of the castle, that he had moments before sought to enter. Alexander landed on his feet and felt his fist throb. There were tears in his eyes, pain in his heart, his breaths labored.
"No, no Jao, I do care, I care more than you know. Arrogant sure, but not a monster, not like you, not like David," he stated as he paced forward and reached out for his father's limp body.
With a bit of effort he tugged Jao up and paced over to the edge of the courtyard and set him down upon a bench. He would wake up later, of that Alex was sure. For now however that looming presence was growing in power and in proximity. Swiftly he ran to the front of the house and raised his voice to the high heavens.
"CASS COME DOWN WE HAVE TO LEAVE!" he shouted, desperately.
Moon GreySeer
The storms that had manifested within the heavens and began to thunder viciously were spreading out about his form as his dark, plague-ridden frame streaked with monstrous force to wards the GreySeer castle. The entire time he had waited, preparing, steeling himself not only for the battle to come, but also for the final encounter with those who he would no longer accept as his off-spring. They would start anew. The slate would be washed clean and the legacy of pain, suffering and weakness would be washed away in a tide of blood and screams.
Those dark, menacing clouds proclaimed his anger and he heard the collision of what sounded like a hammer against steel. The ground trembled below and his All-Seeing eyes saw the Kheinmor dispute. Perhaps the Kheinmor's were not as united as he had first thought. Such a revelation brought him a vague sense of satisfaction as the clouds twisted in a winding funnel that swirled destructively down beyond the courtyard. Wicked forks of lightning careened throughout the air and struck the earth and coursed violently along the twisting winds as his feet settled upon the path beyond the large, wrought iron gate.
The heavens rocked as those dark, thunder heads suddenly began to descend upon Moon as if they were being siphoned into his standing figure. The darkness formed over him, becoming the extension of his superfluous cloak. The pallid features of his face shadowed, with the lingering traces of a power long harvested, and focused. The once, sapphire blue eyes were now a corpse-like gray, that reflected the hollow existence that he felt he had been living for the many eons he had suffered with his off-spring. Steadily he paced forward, every movement casting fourteen ephemeral shadows that walked, and swayed and mocked his every movement. With each step he took the ground corroded and a disturbing destructive plague would reach out like hooked barbs to rot and destroy.
With a mere glance the wrought iron gate curled in upon itself like a rotting human limb. The twisting iron bending and shrieking as it ripped from its hinges and flew in wards with horrific force.
Alexander thrust out his right hand and his fist slammed into one of the gates, sending the large, iron structure flailing off into the gardens with a crash. Both of his eyes narrowed upon the form of Moon.
"This is your fight Moon, I just came for what's Mine," he stated.
The Patriarch raised his hollow eyes to the Kheinmor child, his steps paused upon the cobbles, his lips drawn into a thin line.
"You have one minute." he offered, his voice a well of horrors, as the echo of souls resonated forth from his very maw.
Alexander's hair was blown back from his features at the spiritual presence and he nodded and turned back to the castle.
"Cass!" he shouted again.
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Post by Samaena on Aug 19, 2006 20:43:36 GMT -5
There was only one thing she was focused upon as Alex came to greet Jao. In fact the subtle smile that threatened to touch her lips was perhaps the only sign that she was a living being, that and the fact the winds tore out the length of her hair to flow like an ebon river behind her as that storm began to grow. The winds were picking up and voices within still taunting as He drew closer, the thunder and the streaks of volatile light splitting the sky was enough. The magnitude of the whole situation took the smile from her as she watched that interaction between Alex and his Father….she could not hear what was said but…it looked as though they were disagreeing. This as not what she had thought she would see, this was not how it was supposed to be…was it? Alex loved and respected his Father, their family was different but the horror of what actually happened drew a very sharp gasp from her as she swung about skipping back over the ledge to land back upon the roof. Only to face Kyle.
Words were a jumble to begin with as she recomposed herself. She’d not expected Kyle to follow her to the roof, they had, all at one time known better than to intrude. Cassandra was not like Faith, and she was not like Hope and she certainly wasn’t like Kyle. The differences between siblings at times extreme. Extreme enough to the point of separation. Yes Cass had severed the link between herself and her Angel and she had not looked back. What the hell made Kyle think that she’d not do the same again? Then again he didn’t know…did he?
Cass, for a change let him speak and she watched him pace with that same look of indifference upon her face. There was no warmth and no care for the Angel before her. Words tumbled into one another but what really caught her attention was a call upon the wind. Was that Alex’s voice? As distant as it sounded she caught two words ‘Cassandra … leave’ she planned to just as soon as she was done here. Then Faithy decided to join them on the roof. Cass could not stop the roll of her eyes as she glanced over to see her sister stand as though she were on guard. Did Kyle need protection? They all did…and they were here on the roof talking about love and need and family. Once upon a time Kyle’s words would have touched her…deeply. How could she react to his admission of love if she felt nothing?
Could they not see and feel what was arriving as they gathered? Even the crow’s left their murders and took flight from this place the very moment Moon set foot upon GreySeer land once again. The air was filled with the rumble of thunder the whispers of fear and warning and she merely laughed a short sardonic laugh before she address them both.
“I really don’t have time for this bullshit” none of them did. “Feel free to party on the roof here while you wait for him to get here…but if you love us so much, as much as you say you do” she paused then, a challenging pause as she raised her left hand and pointed right at Faith “You’ll get her the fuck way from here. Now!” she wasn’t playing.
With that said she was moving way, back the way she came. Would they follow? She didn’t care what they did as long as they got the hell away. She was after al her father’s daughter, she could move as fast as she chose to and she did. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before the door to the castle swung open, hard enough to crash back against the wall. The resounding boom echoed through the derelict halls but she wasn’t thinking any further than Alex and the man she needed to face.
The exchange of words between Alex and Moon was heard as she ventured out into the storm. A quick glance to see where Jao was and a small smile offered for Alex whether he saw or not…and very soft words “I’m here” but she was not ready to leave just yet. There was something she had to do and she wasn’t leaving until she had done what she needed to, said what she needed to. Her father was squarely in her sights now as she approached with a remarkable calm about her.
She had waited so long for this moment. It was now or never, do or die…or die anyway, she was at the point where she just didn’t care any more. Or did she? If only they knew, if only she had the words to express the turmoil of emotion within her, if only her heart didn’t ache so much, or the breath in her throat wasn’t almost choking her…so many if’s.
Cass approached her Father without fear, perhaps she was foolish for doing so but this was what she needed to do, for herself, for her own sanity. She had to let go and there was no time like the present.
“Hello Daddy” She spoke clearly so she would be heard, her arms were slowly opened as she still approached. She knew what she faced but she did not flinch or cower as perhaps she should have. She even reached toward him, her intentions were quite clear and non aggressive. Faith would have had kittens but she was not here for Faith…or Kyle. “Its been too long” almost whispered. Surely it wasn’t too much for a daughter to seek comfort from her fathers’ loving arms. Was it?
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Post by Richimal on Sept 2, 2006 20:44:06 GMT -5
Kyle GreySeer
Every plan, any hope for the future burst, when Cassandra responded as coldly as she always had. That careless, emotionless casque of a face remained within his sight, long after she'd walked away. His azure gaze was set where she had been moments before, lost in his own thoughts as he watched with his minds-eye, everything he'd hope for melt away. He didn't even hear the first monumental boom of thunder. He didn't even blink until the second tore his mind from its theatrical horror. But despite his pain and sorrow at the turn of events, his face was anything but. It was utter calm, disturbingly peaceful. And unfortunately, it wasn't a mask. So be it. Those three words, echoed in his mind over and over again. He'd known what was coming, and who. He could only guess at the horror that awaited them. But that was just the point. He didn't come here to save them all. Naturally, if he had the ability or the situation presented itself to do so, he would. But in reality, he'd only wanted to settle things. To make things right, if not for the mere moments they may live. To be able to go to the grave saying. "At least we met our end, as a family." But Cassandra still wouldn't have it. She'd rather go on with whatever solitary plan her devious little mind had dreamed up. Her reasons? He didn't have a clue. It didn't really matter, or so he thought. And unfortunately, although he wanted her to know he did care, that he did love them. He had his own reasons why he couldn't leave. Let her take it how she would. He didn't care at this point. But there would be no running away. Not this time. No he'd done his running. He had his own sins to own up to.
Kyle finally turned about, and walked in the direction Cassandra had sped off in. He walked slowly, though not out of fear of what lay at the destination. Rather, each step that was taken strengthened his resolve. Though his face was a sea of calm, and seemed almost as emotionless as had Cassandra's, there was one thing that comforted him however. He'd changed. And though he didn't feel it was a boast, or flair of arrogant pride. He truly thought he'd changed where the rest of his family had not. For the better or worse he couldn't be certain, but he found his mind was as tranquil as it had ever been. He found that he'd forgiven himself for any previous transgressions, whether anyone else did or not. His sister Faith, was as stubborn and unafraid as always. Cassandra was just as angry and full of self loathing and pity. Father was as theatric and uncaring as he always remembered him. But Kyle ... for once in his existence, wasn't afraid. And he wasn't running away. He took great pride, and felt as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He didn't know whether it would make a difference in his fathers eyes. But for once, it didn't matter. Father came to kill them all, or so he could only assume. But very soon now, his father would see his sons eyes. He would meet them as he should have met every storm that had darkened their families door step. Should his father smite him down, he would meet out the anger and disgust his fathers eyes may hold for his son. But his father would not see his sons cowardly back. Not this time.
He knew this was the moment he should have turned to Faith, and told her to leave, to flee as he had done. To be selfish for once in her life, and retreat. To live for the both of them. But as Cassandra had made clear, they all had their demons to face and live down, and all of them seemed to be centered around their father. So let her do as she would, let them meet their end with pride, pride ... for themselves. As he finally caught up to Cassandra, and the entrance point his father had made for himself, his head tipped off to one side. To see Cassandra walking in to embrace her father. To embrace a man who hated what they were, what they had "done" to the GreySeer name. A man who despite his disgust for them, had done nothing to help the situation. He had run away with their mother, just as Kyle had run away from his fears so many times before. And now, that things had gotten so far out of whack, returned to what? Start over? To wipe them out of sight, out of mind? Just as Kyle had returned to right out his wrongs, and repent for his old sins. That he had that much in common with his father, should have made his stomach churn, but instead it caused a bark of a chuckle to escape his lips. His blue eyes finally raised, to gaze toward his father. He would meet his fathers gaze, should they rise long enough to connect. Would it make any difference? Or would his father slay him without a second thought? Would he take the time to realize his son had become far darker than when they had last met? Would he spend even that trivial amount of time, to delve into his sons soul, and look for himself? Or would Kyle simply cease to be, in the span of a heart beat, here one moment, his ashes carried away in the wind the next. He supposed ... it didn't really matter. He was doing this for his own reasons. For once in his life, he had to stand firm, and meet out whatever might come his way ... For once in his life, he felt alive ... however long that may be.
For a moment, as he leaned against the wall beside him, his wings curled in behind him ... he thought of perhaps calling him Moon. One last defiant act, as a son who had finally found his back bone. To say in such a trivial, subtle way, that he wasn't afraid of him anymore. That he wasn't afraid of the pain, and eventual death he could wreak upon his son. But he also knew, he would have to come to grips with the truth. The absolute truth of things. That Kyle had been a coward. And in the end, once he'd accepted it ... he found he could be brave, and look his father in the eye. And that this man, who hated and was disgusted by his mere presence, was ........ his father. And so, after he exhaled a held breath, a sudden smile graced across his lips. He'd come to grips with reality, and decided to live out his next few moments alive ... as a man.
"Father. It's been a long time."
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Post by Lillith on Sept 15, 2006 13:20:44 GMT -5
Faith simply stood in silence behind Cass and Kyle as they had their little chat. Bright green eyes slipping between her two siblings, narrowed slightly as their words, their mannerisms settled within her. As per usual, it was as if she was forgotten. Cass was as always.. well.. Cass. But Kyle.. there was an odd wind blowing about her twin. A keen glint within those eyes of blue she adored. Her Angel was not the same man he had been, and indeed it was more then the fact he simply seemed more 'grown up'. What was it.. Faith gave a slow blink.
Kyle was acting more like Cass.
How very, very interesting.
Yay! More secrets. What the fuck. Was she the -only- one in this damn family that told things as she saw them, when she saw them? Was she the only one willing to simply lay things out as they fucking -were-? Seemed so. Whatever.
The storm that brewed upon GreySeer territory caused her to push herself off the wall, slowly glancing about, even as Cass took off all spiffy fast and shit. Gawd. Show-off. Kyle moved to follow, and Faith would gather in a breath slowly, following her siblings, grumbling to herself. " I swear I'm the only sane one left in this family, ain't -that- a riot.."
Soon enough she too would come to where Moon made his presence known, watching as Cass opened seemingly loving arms to their Father, all pretty smiles and adoration. Bullshit. Even Kyle was holding back, speaking of time long past, as if dear old Dad had simply been away at sea or something. Did they think being all coy was going to save their lives? Were they hoping to trick Moon into submission? Well, she would have no part in that. Faith had always let Moon know what she thought, how she hated him to her very core for what he had done to her, and she sure as -fuck- wouldn't stop now. She was who she was, and no circumstances would ever change that.
Faith would die spitting in her Fathers face.
Standing slightly behind Kyle, her arms would cross over her chest, watching as Cass slobbered all over Moon, watching as Kyle acted all nonchalant. The whipping wind would cause her raven mane to drift across her face, the feathers of her wings brought tight against her back ruffling. All the while her narrowed eyes locked upon her Father. And after Cass and Kyle were done with their pleasantries, she would give her own.
" Well, well. Looky here. Dear old Pop come to visit his brood. And looking so gosh darn strapping and full of energy! Who'd you have to drain to get all those wrinkles out Dad? Or did you just get a Botox treatment? No, seriously, I'm interested. I'm starting to worry about my fine lines you see, and I was thinking maybe I could suck the life out of one of my family to get rid of those unsightly age lines.. come on.. what's your secret Pop? One hundred virgins maybe? Boy I bet -those- were hard to come by these days.."
A slight smile curled the corner of her lush lips. A twinkle delved within the deep depths of her jade hues. Yes, Faith was as loud and crass as ever. Some called it stupid. Some called it brave. She simply called it Truth.
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Post by Cynder on Sept 20, 2006 9:44:28 GMT -5
The lives of many were affected by those who engendered them and had he not killed the nuisances himself, he would not have achieved the closure that he felt after centuries of torture. Oh the blade had impaled them both, stacked them into a grotesque pile that seemed all too fitting for their visceral lifestyle, and he had taken the distinct liberty of mutilating them further out of his own hatred. It was a tale enveloped in betrayal and deceit that would have proved interesting and noteworthy were it ever delivered. Yet, it didn't matter when compared to the magnitude of the story developing in an area that would soon be graced with his presence. The tension...the hatred...the pure insolence of treacherous spawn that have done nothing more than allow themselves to be governed by their petty emotions. Even their precious patriarch seemed hellbent on some goal that was rather selfish.
Nevertheless, a clean slate was always necessary to achieve peace amidst superfluous chaos. With such a large mass to wipe away, he doubted the poor individual would get away unscathed from the entire process. It must have been so convenient that he had arrived just in time to see the precious daughters initiating fluffy conversation with their father. Miasmic mists suddenly creeped into view a few feet behind Moon, thickening the air and manipulating it into an electromagnetic field that caused pebbles and earth to levitate. It was a showy entrance to say the least but that never meant that it would matter to the people here. Crackling energies acted portentously to signal his sudden appearance, flickering into view behind Moon and starting to dust himself off as if he was getting rid of some remnant of filth. His massive coat held specific bumps along his shoulder blades that any keen eye would see. He looked unarmed but obviously rather intrusive. What would a random agent like him do to this volatile equation?
There was Cass, Faith, Kyle, Alexander and...blah blah blah. He could care less who was here at this moment, but his indifference would never be displayed. Blond-spiked hair rested atop his head and he remained silent for the most part though he shot out a mental message to Moon rather quickly. It was an imposing thrust that Moon would probably not appreciate at all. <Insolent little whelps aren't they? I would have thought you would have relieved yourself of your burdens already Moon> He remained immobile, though he'd make sure to reciprocate any attention he was given. He was obviously unwelcome here but he was not the only one now was he? Kindred situations such as these always seemed to end up in unity, but what was he here to do exactly? Only one other held the answer to that and not many would approve, but he was not here to please anyone at all. He was just here to help those in need....
An idle glance fell upon Faith and he had almost laughed while she went off on her father. Cass had been immediately discarded but not because she held no worth. Power surged through his veins much like a compact dynamo waiting to be released. He always walked around with this much energy, manifesting in minor sparks of light and combustible elements appearing around his form. Perhaps he was just well-prepared or maybe he just wanted to thrust this minimal display of power as a defense to those confident enough to think he was a minor bump in the road. Minutes would no doubt pass and his purpose here while a bit enigmatic had become centered around one individual. Did he think he was needed here? No. Yet, the workings of an expert always did help out now didn't they? Boots dug into the ground beneath him and he simply waited....no reason to interrupt this interesting setup just yet.
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John
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Post by John on Oct 13, 2006 18:58:06 GMT -5
So many players, so many individuals of such intriguing background and history. The stage was perhaps set? Or that was what I had thought when I had first decided to take note of the happenings. Who am I? It doesn't matter. Not just yet... not right now. The only thing that you need to know is that I have taken interest in this, and I have seen now that my investment of time, and observance has been well spent indeed.
Moon faces his daughter, while the Kheinmor Patriarch lies prostrate upon the cobbles. Felled no less by the hand of his beloved first born.
How delicious the anarchy...
The demented angel, literally begs for her father to tear her head from her shoulders. While the cowardly son seeks some sort of penance for a history of worthlessness.
What will Moon do in this situation?
Moon, the patriarch who has failed more times in his existence as a father, than he could ever hope to succeed as a necromancer. A pity that the pompous tyrant never tapped his self loathing energies into his path of thought and exploration. Maybe if he doesn't die where he stands he'll begin to put that potentially useful mind of his to use.
Alexander Kheinmor, the brute, the loud mouth, filth talking womanizer? Shrouding his own lack of solid ground, in a bold attempt at justice. How incredibly ironic that the most volatile, and arguably most powerful character amidst this gathering, isn't even sure himself what the right path is. Will he be the one to take Moon's head? Or will he heed his own words and let the pawns play? He is more like his ancient foe than even he knows.
Cassandra begs a hug from father? Who on Earth could have seen such a thing coming? No I.
In this Chronicle of Despair I find that only Faith seems true to herself. It is often a shame that those who prove to be the most true to themselves end up being slaughtered for their individuality. Of course this is a grave assumption.
As for Jao... well, he will awaken soon I would imagine. He will rise, and he will be angry, and maybe, just maybe we'll see the man who legends spoke of once more. Man of God indeed! Inside of him burns the same blood of the warriors of old. Inside of him burns the urge to do what he does best.
Kill....
Never once would I have ever expected this new player. This... Cynder who arrives crackling with some unearthly power. I must admit his presence will add a spectacular flare to this ordeal. I will most definitely be keeping my eye on him. That is.. of course what I do best. For now I will keep my eyes on them, this Cynder, and the rest, there is no need for me to interfere. At least not yet.
Then again even I feel the sudden urge to stretch my own wings.
The Story Continues
The feature's of his face remained cool, and cold. The stark, white countenance unmoving as Cass opened her arms, as Kyle spoke his words, and as Faith spat her venom. What had changed? There was a split second where all of the details given to him were ingested, and thoroughly masticated within the depths of his mind. Both of his corpse blue eyes veered to wards the form of his daughter, who stood awaiting his embrace. The presence of Alexander caused a few random thoughts to flow throughout his mind, however for some time he did not move. Though once Faith's words finally did register, he did manage to smile. The tugging of his lips across the expanse of his cold, white flesh seemed wickedly, frightful as his eyes veered from Cassandra to Faith. For now, Cassandra would have to wait. He would deal with a more familiar adversary.
That was the case wasn't it? Cassandra had quite literally put him at a loss of both action and words, and something inside of him burned intensely. It was a passion that was riddled with hatred, and some odd, distorted brand of agony. However this was severed as the forces swelled beyond him and a familiar presence washed over him. The idea of dealing with Faith outright was deterred for the moment, as his eyes rolled to the side so that the form of Cynder could be taken in by his peripheral vision. This was the very reason he abhorred his family. To have so many witnessing their short comings, their falls, their turmoils. It was not befitting HIS name, HIS blood. Such wicked thoughts ran through his mind and suddenly he desired to drive his fist directly into Cynder's nose for having decided to visit him at such an inopportune time. However he was not going to so easily bring embers into that particular situation. Cynder could be an ally...
Moon's eyes narrowed. What need had he for an ally? What need did HE have for such a thing? The thought was preposterous however Alexander Kheinmor was standing not twenty paces away from him. The man had come for his daughter. He wished fervently upon hearing such a thing that Cassandra would have departed with that man, and vowed to never return. Yet she remained and she put him in such a terribly difficult position that the only desire he had at the moment was to kill.
The only comfort ironically enough came from the venomous tongue of his wicked daughter. She seemed intent on dying by his hand and regrets seemed to trickle into the forefront of his mind.
Cynder as always came prepared. Much as he had. Traveling at such a speed, he, himself had harness his power, stored it and prepared for this moment so that he could in a single sway, fell the lot of his children. The power crackled invisibly throughout his frame as the darkness swayed beyond him in the form of that ominously long, and treacherously deceptive cloak.
"Your timing is impeccible..." offered Moon, as his eyes shot back to Faith, but found themselves being pulled to Cassandra.
"Cassandra... take the hand of this man and go. Go from this place and do not return to it." he explained.
Alexander felt the ripple of power and his eyes rolled over lazily to wards the form of Cynder. He was not impressed, not in the slightest. There was nothing running through his mind at the moment except for the strong desire to fight. His blood was pumping, his adrenaline was thrusting throughout his veins like wild fire. The tension was thick and he admittedly had an itchy trigger finger when it came to the lure of battle. When it came to Moon he knew he could win. This new man who came already packing, had him smile, that deceptively serene smile, of a man who was more action than he was words. Alex listened to the words Moon spoke and a part of him was begging for Cass to take his hand. Another part of him was begging for her to slap him in the face and start the battle. Beyond him he heard the shift of his father.
Moon turned his eyes, as Alexander did to wards Jao, who was leaning forward, and rising to his feet. Jao ascended, and his emerald eyes opened and he sighed out, a long, heavy sigh. The weight of his left hand descended to the lead, katana, which resided in his belt. The gilded ivory handle was a comfort, amid st the clouds that were fought back.
"I thought I taught you better Alexander," said Jao calmly, as he fought desperately to keep his composure.
Alex' eyes moved to his father however all of his focus was upon Moon, and upon Cynder.
"You did. If there's a problem, you take it out of the equation," stated Alex bluntly.
Jao paced forward, his temper soothed by the remark oddly enough. Moon however smiled.
"Well it seems Master Kheinmor, that no matter how much you seek to school the children, they still end up being a thorn in your side." he offered with some grave, sense of satisfaction.
Jao's right hand ascended and he rubbed at the back of his head and winced slightly.
"No Moon, he is my son, and he will never be a thorn in your flesh. I love him regardless of how stupid he can be." offered Jao in humble reply.
Moon's eyes narrowed.
"Always the hero.. then, I suppose it is time to finally test your much, vaunted Faith," he nearly hissed.
Jao turned his eyes to wards the newcomer, and gauged the level of power that this individual had. There was a chance that he could defeat Cynder, but he wasn't as powerful as Alexander and he knew that it would be a struggle. He knew Alexander was itching to fight. This was evident in the fact that Alexander's level of power was creeping up wards at a very steady, very easy pace. Jao's finger tapped at the handle of the blade.
Moon turned his eyes to wards Faith.
"I will say this much to you Faith. You have never surprised me, and have never been anything more than a black mark, upon a potentially salvageable script," offered Moon.
Alexander leaned forward slightly and Moon caught the movement. Jao however had caught Moon's intention but for all of the wrong reasons. It was terribly unlike Moon to go on, with some elaborate speech. He was if anything fast, and violently efficient when it came to slaying someone. This time he called his target, and that was ultimately because his target truly was not merely Faith, but also the Kheinmor.
It worked as wonderfully as he had planned. At least to some extent. Kyle was out right ignored. Moon had words with the boy, who had for the first time in his existence shown some semblance of worth. Though he was more than ready to end his life, if he chose to interfere with the slaughter of his own beloved sister. There was a difference in Kyle, and he knew it, could smell it, taste it feel it in him. The boy had finally grown up. A pity that his first steps into this new model would be hard, struggling ones.
The darkness whipped forward as the cloak around his frame spread violently like some wild array of whips, blades, chains and tendrils. Engines of destruction, barbed hooked, bladed viciously were sent spiraling out at impossible speeds to wards the body of Faith. Each blade was meant to strike at her limbs and body in non fatal areas. Each blade laced with the pain and agony, that he harnessed from the death, he dealt in so very much. Each jagged, pain spike thrust forth, and the very last of them would cleave into the center of her heart, where he would drive pain into her unlike any she had known.. if they struck...
However it was also with that very blade that he sought to test the very foundations of the Kheinmor, and he watched in avid fascination as Jao Kheinmor, true to the legends, drove himself into battle. However he was indeed in awe, in spite of himself, as the actions began to unfold.
Jao's right hand crossed his body swiftly, far faster than he would have ever expected from a man, who seemed so avidly committed to peace and tranquility. However it was the ring of the blade that drove the fire throughout his veins. The moment the steel was ripped free from its scabbard the adrenaline roared and the power surged through his frame. With uncanny agility he lunged forth. The blade cleaved in an arc that spliced down wards, then up wards, then at an angle proportionate to the strikes unleashed by Moon. He closed the distance with unholy speed, and his blade would cleave with enough force to sever most objects of incredible density as if it were naught but paper. The gust of power surged violently through his frame, as the dusky, green hakama pants flared and danced about his lower frame. His stance would end in a ready crouch a few feet away from Faith.
Alexander's eyes blinked. Underestimated was most definitely an understatement. His father was no laughing matter, and his stomach knotted a few dozen times, as he actually watched his father move to action. He turned his eyes then to wards Moon, his right foot slid back behind him, his gaze was level. The blades and arching tendrils had not once touched Cass. In some odd... fascinating way it was as if Moon was holding Cass, for she was at that very moment surrounded by darkness. Whipping chains, dangling hooks and spires, terribly jagged edges so close to her that they could envelope her. However they did not. This was.. or so it would seem the closest that Cass would ever get to hugging her father, and Alex felt his heart ache.
Moon's eyes widened a bit as the darkness was cleaved and severed like so much kindling, however the virulent fog that ripped itself free would swarm like a plague out wards. Those blades of pain had merely been the messengers for the truth of the matter. The darkened fog of horror manifested out in a cloud, which would be nearly impossible for Jao to escape from. Once it came in contact with the flesh it would burn at the skin, the blood, the muscle and then it would burn at the soul. The darkness, the corruption, the lures, the temptation. The wickedness that lured all men to death would pull free, and the fog would be nauseatingly difficult to fight against. It bore down at the morals, it ate at convictions, it burned the flesh as well as the soul, and began to eat the very fabric it adhered to. Was it enough to kill or cripple Jao? He did not know, but he was sure that it was enough to slay Faith, as that very same cloud, would, if she did not move, or evade, cling to her and begin to eat, and devour her to nothing more than bone and ash.
Violence!
And for a split second I thought that it would end in peace, and a few hearty hand shakes.... Am I THAT transparent? The Chronicle is far from over it would seem, and I must admit that this is a turn that even I never expected. While it would hardly do for me to involve myself, I must admit that my interests are far more piqued. I am curious to see what occurs, what Alexander will do now that his own father may be infected by some vicious plague, if Jao will even survive. Faith? Oh I'm sure she'll be fine... she's been waiting all of her life for this moment. It would be a pity if she didn't at least get to kick him in the shin.
I suppose we'll see, for now I'm going to go in for a closer look.
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Post by Lillith on Jan 10, 2007 14:29:20 GMT -5
Now, how did she know Moon would react like he did. Simple of course. He was pissy as usual. The fact that Cass had not been touched did not go beyond her. Yet dear sister was up to something. Offering smiles and hugs to Moon. PuhLEASE. Though Cassandra had been very tight-lipped as per usual, Faith knew there was some sorta plan brewing in that fucked up head of Cass'. And yet was Faith ready to die? Surely, but not at the moment. This entire ordeal might perhaps end in Faiths demise, but she sure as hell would attempt to hold out long enough to see Moon get some of what he had coming.
Those tendrils of pain and darkness would streak towards her, and she would react quickly. Her wings, 20' of ebon glory would snap open wide, flowing forth from her back even as she gathered strength. Long she had been waiting for this day. The tendrils would shift, disappear, working now into a dark fog that surely held just as much Death as the chains and spikes did. Couldn't Moon pick just -one- nifty trick? Nnnooo. He had to change it up. Always. Be all 'LOOK WHAT I CAN DO' and shit. Bastard.
Strength she would gather. Power that she'd held in check for so long, hate that had brewed for what seemed an eternity. She was very aware that allowing any sort of emotion into battle would weaken her, but she couldn't stop it. She allowed the hate for her Father to brew, to kindle, to come to full force within her. Quickly she would gather in a breath, and as she let it free in a rush, her wings would snap forward with an intensity that held years of anger and and emotional pain. The force of her actions would create a massive gust of wind, intending to blast the 'fog' that was rolling towards her and others back towards its Master, its Maker. Where it went and who it might touch was of no concern to her. Right now, it was 'every man for himself'. Maybe, just maybe the three children that had decided to meet Moon would come together soon enough to deal with the GreySeer patriarch, but in this single moment, Faith needed to deal with remaining alive on her own.
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