Juno. 1282 Popular Post Share Posted March 22 Spoiler TW: Themes of suicide and cannibalism The woman gazed upward in astonishment as the creature emerged, its scaly skin and yellowed teeth captivating her attention. Gore dripped from its numerous tendrils, while a claw extended to gently stroke her porcelain cheek. She trembled, uncertain whether her reaction stemmed from wonder or horror. “Do you love me?”The woman's voice broke the silence, her moonlit hair cascading down her figure. The creature's mouth contorted into a twisted grin, its voice resonating with more than just one tone. “Of course I do.” As the creature leaned in for a kiss, a crow cawed from somewhere nearby, and a different voice filled the woman's mind. “Liar.” -=- =-= In shadows deep where moonlight fades, There lurks a love of twisted shades. The Lady gazed at the inhabitants of the Manor, their hushed whispers failing to capture her interest. With a sigh, she leaned back against the banister of the rafters, idly swinging her feet. Abruptly, a looming shadow startled her, prompting her to open her eyes once more. “You’re in my spot.” A voice as smooth as honey flowed into her ears, and she couldn't suppress the smile that blossomed across her features. “And?” Her chest tightened as the man returned her grin. Their love devours, it knows no bounds, In flesh and blood, its truth resounds. Veiled in white, her heels crushed the flowers beneath her steps as the Lady clung tightly to her father's arm. Onlookers cooed, but her gaze remained fixed on what stood before her, unable to tear her eyes away. She smiled at the man, and he returned the smile. An all-consuming symphony, Where love and hunger intertwine with glee. Aquamarine fire spilled forth from her veins, enveloping the two in the storm's cacophony of cawing. Within the eye of the tempest, she stood, her feathers and horns emerging from cracked skin. She was hideous, she was monstrous. He didn't balk, didn’t hesitate. The man walked into the fire and enveloped the Lady within his arms. Though whispered tales may cast them dread, In love's embrace, they're ever led. The Lady stood on the edge, peering down into the pool of gore below. There, her lover began to disappear beneath the surface of the ichor, slipping away from her forever. “You are a fool.” The voice filled her mind with anger, urging her away from the edge. “Ungrateful brat. After all I gave you, after all you could’ve been.” Ignoring the Crow's caw, she jumped, her hands outstretched toward the man's as he reached for her. No power can save me from this madness. No ambition can be greater than my obsession. It hurt, it burned—the sundering of flesh and the consuming of her body. The Lady's cries were drowned by the blood, silenced by the echoes of all who had been devoured before her. It seemed to last for years, it really lasted for hours, until finally, there was nothing left but her very essence. Nothing remained of them but their souls. Forever and always? Forever and always. In the darkness, their hearts merged, two flames forever dancing to the tune of devotion. For in the depths of darkest desire, They find a love that will never tire. -=- =-= Not long after Vasati Thelin died, crows carried letters and items throughout the realm: To Azra Thelin Spoiler My darling boy - My pride and joy, The time has come for me to ascend, to unite with your father. Do not weep for me, my dear, for I am not truly departing. I leave you with my legacy and the tools you'll need to rise. Follow the sound of the Crow's cawing, and you'll find me at the end of the path. I'll be waiting for you. With love, Haelun To Margosha Spoiler My dearest student, Teaching you and witnessing your growth brought me immense joy, and I eagerly anticipate observing how you ascend. In my absence, I must implore you, old friend, to grant me a favor. Aid my son, my sole offspring, and ensure his ascent. Help him find his way to the light. With love, Vasati Thelin To Marion Spoiler My most beloved friend, The days we shared will remain etched in my memory, my dear. Your friendship was unlike any other I had ever known, and the solace of your companionship will never fade from my heart. I wish you boundless luck and joy in all your pursuits, and rest assured, I will always be watching over you. With love, Vasati Thelin To Ruben Thelin Spoiler I apologize for my absence, for it has been far too long. In truth, I was uncertain how to locate you after our father's passing, and now, time has slipped away from me. But do not mourn for my departure, for I am not truly lost. I believe our father would be proud of us both, and I wish you the best of luck in all your endeavors. Your sister sends her love, Vasati Thelin =-= Spoiler Hey guys! Vasati was one of my first characters I ever played, and my first time playing with dark magic. I truly enjoyed playing this twisted *****, and I’m happy even more chaos will come from her sacrifice. I am so proud of how far Naztherak has come since my three students, and can’t wait to see how the community continues to change and grow! Special thanks to @BobBox@Bonito@Phersades@Lulah@Lockages@oliviaaaahr@RaiderBlue@Goon@Melpomenne@Cally@Scourge for making rp on this character so enjoyable. Love you guys!! 34 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phersades 1165 Share Posted March 22 The young Thelin would receive the letter while working diligently in the comfort of his shop. The messenger left him soon after to read his mother's words in silence. He was not always fond of his family, and even less so his father, but there was always a soft spot for his mother. There was always something warm about the way she carried herself around him, and for that he appreciated her despite all. The letter felt heavy in his hands and much to his surprise he began to cry. When he was able to collect himself again, he'd leave the comfort of his shop intent of sending a much needed letter. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BobBox 3211 Share Posted March 22 Spoiler A Monsterous Zar'akal lurked at the side of Velkuzat's legions from within Moz Strimoza, and beside him flickered the image of the first successful and true Naztherak - the first to spread the modern arts. Through the curtains of ash and cinders the clashing armies of zevn, zekul, zar'kiel, zezimar, and zar'kiel were seen. Rivers of blood ran throughout this realm, bodies stacked high only to be consumed by ever larger beasts. A price demanded, a price payed. A test of faith was accepted without question for his lord, Velkuzat. "That structure down there." The Zar'akal lofted a singular finger towards a stone ruin where fighters of Drazhana lingered. "My first act as an ascended being for you, o Lord." He glanced sideways at the spectral and crow tainted being to his left and received a nod of confirmation along with a few simple words. "Do not spare any." And he would not. Soon after, the Zar'akal would destroy the structure and those inside, leaving only ruin. His first act, one of dedication. His first step towards complete and total hell. Now it would not be long before Velkuzat permitted him to return to the descendant lands, and it would not be long before he was goaded into larger acts of violence. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rigorous 1548 Share Posted March 22 Grisha sat in his office chair with his scuffed black boots kicked up onto his desk. He pondered the fact that he had never caught the Inferi who had troubled the town of Illivira.Bondage, he considered in quiet contemplation. How many have led fleeting lives? Far from the light of Acaelan. Grounding their souls in the Nether. Each torch in his room flickered, the flames glowering at him with a fiery intensity, and intensifying his thoughts. Pity the fool who readily makes decadent peers, he decided. To consort with evil from time to time to maintain peace is no sin. But to readily engage with Iblees and cavort with his servants, now that is irredeemable. The Ferryman flipped a coin and then checked it on the top of his wrist. He saw the glowering bearded face of a Mareno soldier bearing a half-axe. Death, then. Spoiler I know you've had this persona awhile. I commend the PK, and I feel like this new trend of people killing their characters is ultimately a positive one. Good luck with your next roll! 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Orphvius 424 Share Posted March 23 As the girl was torn away through that hellgate she yielded herself to slumber atop a clement farmer's bedding of spoiled straw. And dreamt, she did, of her opulent court and the rewards the king would bequeath.. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bonito 2263 Share Posted March 24 A letter falls at the feet of an old hag. One final request. How long had it been? She'd forgotten so many faces, so many names, but not this one. The hag is unsure what to make of this news, but sets out from her stretch of the woods, baubles jingling on her walking stick. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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