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Post by Amamizu on Nov 23, 2007 12:12:33 GMT -5
Amamizu held himself trying to comfort himself out of the darkness. Eyes bleed tears of crimson as his body displayed marks of punishment. Remorsing over his once flawless skin, he was drenched in his captures urine as he'd been humilated and totured. Some how his demonic power had been swept and he suffered the pain of mortality. Caged and confused his fingers laced around the dark iron bars that bond him and called out for help. Loudly shouting the names he could remember, there was no help for him. There was no response.
A pair of dark green eyes peered out of the darkness, staring at him from under the strain of the little light. A snicker cruved the gentle lips of a rather delicate female. Her smile spread to her eyes, which seemed to enjoy his toture but held no sign of remorse. It seemed like she feed off the demoralization of this demon and the screams inwhich he held for him.
Why? Was the question that poped out like florescent bulbs. However, that answer could not be told completely in one seating. What could be told was the fact that they sat at the heart of a castle with hundreds of soliders demon and human scattered in it's compounds.
*thousands of miles away*
"Help!" A figure screamed bleeding from the top of his head. The figure stumbled tipping over into a river which etched it's way through the forest. Within seconds, the figure was swept off onto the coast and thats were he laid breathing shallowly.
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Post by Ian on Nov 25, 2007 0:08:27 GMT -5
A young man had seen the figure appear on the coast and was now slowly walking toward it. He appeared to be in no hurry as his short purple hair began to blow slightly in the small breeze. His muscles flexed slightly as he continued to move slowly toward the figure, bending down once he reached it.
Ian put his hand on the person, tilting his head slightly as if trying to see if it was alive. He stood up after a little bit and let out his large wings to their full extent, showing the beauty of them as he let out light. He put one hand over the figure's head and began trying to heal it using some of his odd demonic powers. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Amamizu on Nov 25, 2007 2:18:20 GMT -5
Wild was in the man's eyes, who was not really a man. But being not a man, it was neither a woman nor man. It was a creature created from man to resemble a man, a man whose face was quite formilar but not so formilar. The creature carried a frightened look about it as its body mended and snapped back together causing it pain but in the long run it helped. It slowly picked it's self up and inspected it's healer...
He was young, winged, and magically. The only word he could summon was... "A faerie has come to save me... I thought your race to have died out in verse long ago.. Your bigger than I remember faeries being, but I am so thankful for your kindness. Without you I would... I would be nothing..."
His mind snapped back to shaking his head as he fully brought himself to the real world. Before, he seemed dazed, speaking with a lisp that slurred his r's and s's so that he sounded slightly drunk. Those misty blue eyes became clear and he focused on the man before him. Quickly knocking the man's hands from his head, he tilted his head a bit before trying to scoot a little ways away from him. His lips were tightly pressed as if he was keeping a big secret and he was scared to speak it.
The creature, as he was so described, raised it's hands to cover his face and curled up as if he was about to be snatched up. The creature looked to be twelve and his body was not yet perfect, but he was trying. He was short looking up to the fellow before him just like he would standing. His small delicate hands were dutifully gaurding his face living his lips to bask in the light. They were brave carrying wounds of cuts and mistreat ment from others. The boys body carried multiple lesions from all types of weapons and toture devices, but they were slowly disappearing...
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Post by Ian on Nov 25, 2007 18:44:15 GMT -5
The young man looked at the creature oddly. Slightly worried, but obviously not afraid. There was a caring look on his face but it was also questioning. "Who are you? Where are you from?" It would seem as though he felt insulted from being stopped during the healing process.
A slight heat would be felt by the creature, coming from the man who he had called a faerie. The man seemed to be emitting heat, and he was. His eyes looked stern and threatening, hoping to get information from the creature he rose his voice, not wanting to be ignored. "Who are you? where are you from?!"
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Post by Amamizu on Nov 25, 2007 21:16:16 GMT -5
"My name is Amamizu..." He spoke trying his best not to studder any syllable. His skin turned smooth hiding the evidence, yet he carried a human's appearance. Maybe he was a human hiding amongst the trees and pebbles, but in his mind he carefully inspected his savior, his healer?
His savior was thwarting him with his eyes, forcing him to tell everything.. Holding back bits and pieces of information, Amamizu began to cry.. He was twelve years old, mortal, and fragile, while the demanding winged-man before him was strong and forcefully. Amamizu really believed in the way the man rose his voice he was about to be beaten, raped, or worse killed right then and there.
"Please don't hurt me!" Amamizu screamed pushing himself back-wards into the dirt trying to place as much space between the two of them.
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