The sunsets curse [privates- Ulpio]

His body would work it up, his cursed mortal heart pounded creating small, yet noticeable, veins upon his temple, each one almost hidden by the ebony locks of hair that were almost fixated upon each side of his face, the little uneven flicks about the edges struck up against the odd angles many pieces of hair were stuck at, he would sigh though, in deep thought or in present he didn't feel right.each step he took further away from the shore he would hesitate to continue. he wasn't blind, oh no... Ulpio couldn't be blind just yet... but he was symbolically. he wouldn't understand why... not even what had caused such failure. but he was sure to find out, beyond the horizon the setting sun had caused many a streak of textured toning colours. each different from the first yet complimenting the appearance with the ones that surrounded it, creating an effect of blended colouring, burgundy, auburn, indigo, violent, topaz, highlighted each end of its domain.

Ulpio seemed to be carrying something, the loop around his ankle appearing to be attached to a black stringed line that was wrapped in plastic before appearing on the side of the board in his grip, his perched yet plump lips causing a song to ooze through, his toning rang out into a Solo corded key, his vocals breaking within the drop, the chiming of each delicate noting defending his position as he strolled along the shore, the surfboard in hand, scene styled hair fitted with the burgundy streaks that lashed out against his ebony shading of natural hair colouring. his gothic skin complying to the effects of the toning in each, his aqua opticals reflecting the oceans reefage like an open book being sketched in upon with nothing but marine life. someone was close yet he froze up, his body turning towards the line of horizon staring off into space with the curiosity of a kitten and its new surrounds. placing the waxed bottom end of the surfboard against the sands surface he stood there, sturdy footed with the sand particles beneath each foot. 

his body would freeze up, his muscles tensing, tugging at the elasticated shirt covering each of the build up. his opticals, glowing like wild orbs set alight by the many souls, shimmered like an Atlantic blue, the toning against them jeopardizing the last, a lonesome demonic like frenzy of ebony slating with a cutting edge, the thirst present for a meal. the meal he hadn't had for over two months. he was almost a loose end, awaiting that moment that he would blow and become a wild creature of the night, feasting upon anything, mortal or supernatural. it was in his blood to destroy the living thing that fit, unlike the outcast that would be his body. the thought of a feast sent willing electric's through his spine. the vertebra straightening out like a recoiled spring after its first launch. 

his toning had changed, the tongue was made of pure eastern European gold from the Romanian mountains, the intoxicating thickness of its tangy charm stretching at will and staying, twigging, winding itself around the body's of those unknown to his soulless delights, "If i am to be honest, It has pulled me here... to this very sight..." it was faded, the guarantee of freedom seeping into the abyss of  his irises, the deep, hypnotic pools holding one defined emotion that had carved the hearts and souls of the mortals. Desire. in many way, he would have been a burden to his mortal half, the cursed halfling that send people running at what a beast of hell looked like, he would be the slave of satin, the devils quarters his home yet he had been placed on earth. his vocals chimed in again. "tell me now, what do you see when you look at me." it was more ridged then most times holding greater threats in the darkness of shadows that hid below the scene cut locks of ebony hair. the flicks cupping his features like swallowing them whole. 

He could only wonder, his opticals tracing the horizon with purest truth. how could he explain reincarnation. it was an almost alien lifeforce that many an immortal could have dreamed of, reliving the moments set beneath their past deep within the timezones of many yeas back. but what she was saying. what Estelle was saying. was it true? could he be the reborn likeliness of another? he could only question the matter as his gaze slipped towards the angelic creature, the one who's closeness would warm him into a comfortable haze of the moment. his toning started low, almost a mumbled whisper to the ears of others yet its hypnotic stating the chime of each note. "reincarnation? I do believe i understand you... it would be the force of nature in which a soul has been up lifted into a newer body to commit the unfinished, to finish what it had started almost like a long lost 'to do' list that must be obeyed in order for the good will. but i am confused about one such thing..." his pitching faded out, he had remembered the countless times he was taught to preach for the lost souls of yesterday and hope they would find a body in the new tomorrow by his local church before the attack on his reality. before his immortality had began.

Breathing in deeply his mind was set, he must find out. he must find the answer. picking up from where he left off, the young Cherubic immortal hesitating before the welcoming charm of his tone began. "i'm confused on why you insist i am reincarnated. how could i be? i have sworn to take my revenge on the little Romanian town which i grew, i am only a mere 297. i am nothing but a con, a scam, my powers are merely there to produce the evil of greater goods. how could i be a reincarnation of something so genuine... i just... don't get it..." within the twisted moment of truth about his past he let out a long ridged sigh, his approcimity the lowly answer as he dipped his head, his scene hair hanging about his face as it loomed with the shadows, he rested his elbows on his knee's and allowed his hands to drop limply beside each other as he would quiver, how could he pull any revenge off. how could he live in the shadows off his father how could he live up to any expectations of anyone, he couldn't even promise the safety of those he loved most. he might as well give up.

his mind would wander, his opticals drifting to the blend, the mix of purest of colours against the sunset as its glow became more substantial in its vibrant halo that commited no small sin of beauty but caused his unloving heart to throb, all he would see would be the distance of the lost souls their gleaming eyes causing a tremor to appear shooting down his spine. casting a side-glance towards the original he would blink, what did she mean by 'one heck of a time'. he absorbed the posture  of the fragile body and would smile, his lips parting to show the pearls beneath, two sharp canines either side of the set of four mortal looking ones. she was a gesture of beauty and he knew it yet he was too loyal. he could break another heart for someone like her.

flinging himself back he lay against the sand dunes. his eyes glinting with the fractions  glowing like wild orbs set alight by the many souls, shimmered like an Atlantic blue, the toning against them jeopardizing the last. but. they were finally showing. out beneath the mop of cupped scene bangs. their night sky like reflections becoming a new. flicking his tongue out he ran it over his dry lips, their crusted cracks almost visible. within the slow seconds later his vocals began, darkening the atmosphere with a hollowed chime with the eased charm flickering like a frenzy of flames. "what do you mean mi'lady... 'one heck of a time' i do not understand your wording...." the accent rang like the echo of a bell, its subtle way of slowly into a fade creating images in the minds of other immortals. he was still hungry. thirsty for the likes of souls.

his neck craned and opticals watching the glimmer of pale flesh bob over the die of the slope he would raise a questioning farrowed brow. what did she think she was doing and why. glowing slightly he felt himself lurch at the opportunity, every muscle straining to pick itself up from the dusted earth below each fumbling limb before managing to stay steady, the stance tensed as he stood beside the edging of the ridged cliff-face the rocks below staring him in the eye piercing his pupils with devilish summoning. he was dead already. what was too lose. well nothing but his pride... the waves truck the shore and his opticals traced the maidens position of purest, she was far out in the depths. no chance of collision with anything but rocks or larger fish.

Uplifting his chin he tilted his head back and smirked at the narrowed galaxy a both the heightened senses that were his and his body became on of a shadows, yet the darkened spirits morphed body had the form of misted wings. within the momental seconds they burst into flames and he appeared with a sly mocked smirk, the genesis of his hearing forming the crash of waves against he footing. his eyes, frozen against the scalping of limestone, his upper body doubling over as he would yank the grey polo shirt of, the glint of Gothicly ivory pale toning of skin shimmering almost presenting the indented muscles creating more of a six pack then many immortals.

Jerking away from the edge his mind became absented and his timing in slow motion, each fly, animal air flow or so on slowed down within it as his body twisted, his muscles tensing and lower calves bulging out as he began to run towards the edging once again. his arms sliding forwards and back in a sprinted action before his toes hooked the edge and knee became a coiled spring letting loose a large leap into the winds before he dived down. down into the dark abyss of the ocean, his eyes glowing like Atlantic blue orbs of mystery. stretching out. he appyed his arms out above his head and shot into the waves, the splash small yet loud with the impact, bubbles forming around him as his hair floating about his face, the only thing visible. his eyes.

finally...

He surfaced.

The beginning of the plunge was cold. its depths swallowing his masculine features within their watered soul, the ocean's winter reflection of the moonlight beholding the silver glow that caused the halo of light to form inches from the surfacing like a uplifted fog which the cause of only a few knew. it was the breath of the Syrians against the rockpools during the high tides of the light from the mood's orbic pull, nower days, the fog would only rise from the Atlantic's sandy floor on a full moon, the crescent darkness on the other side holding its unearthly hell off frozen ice. ulpio's gaze would land upon the girl before him, the jetstreamed locks of albino shadings containing the silvery glow which would differ from his ebony toning, the raven feathering the rarest of textures from any immortal to obtain naturally.

running a hand from the course of the  soaked bangs he would create more of a push back that one would behold with the occurance of a comb with the finest of needles, raising a brow towards the young (VERY OLD) maiden, he would smile sheepishly, his upper lip curling up on one side as his escaping breath would create a hissing sound from his throat, was it that obvious? dipping his chin into his bare chest he would let out a small, eased sigh of frustration. the chiming of his vocals almost European and less Romanian, the silver flirtatious tongue of his flicking out and rolling certain words from upon its tip. there were old a few words that Ulpio struggled with the pronunciation with and on the top of its list was 'beautiful' which never came in handy when talking to fine goddesses such as Estelle, but even so. it had to be said. "mi'lady... uhm... i mean Estelle---" the way the word rolled from his tongue make himself smirk slightly. "i guess there is... i mean holding me back. and if i might as well say it to such a, beau-beauty---" his wording froze and he had to think for a moment. "--Gorgeous lady such as yourself. i think i might call it... love."

[My thoughts: ah shit.... how to reply...]

It was something. something of puresty. the limbs of his very body frozen like an icy sheet as it past over. he blinked once his eyes glancing at the woman. what was his lea going too say... what if she... she found out? he slid out from the loose grasp that was Estelle and slink into the darkest depths of the water, just as the instance of a transition began, his irises shifting to a very familiar tone of ebony slating, the thirst in his body almost powered by the lust of another. did he... want the witch? the stone cold heart did nothing but thump against the casting of immortality. the unnatural jist of the moment continuing its pace through his body as the form took over, he would damn his mortal blood for this. why did he have to take the emotions of his mother's kin.

his body jerked, the whisp of the clock timing in his thoughts, the sound of its chime, the ticking of the hands. each noise becoming as irritant as the other before he surfaced with the silence of a sea otter, the slinked body lying still behind the fragile structure in the ocean that create a young lady. he cocked up  a brow and ran a hand down Estelle's arm, the other sweeping the locks of albino shading from her back over her  right shoulder as he lay his plump lips against the tender skin at the base of the neck, his eyes trained on the woman's in the tense motion as his hand linked up with her's below the surface of the water. opening his lips they grazed against her'e ear in a nimble whisper, "why did you... kiss me..?" with each word it would fade in a remembrance hollowness, yet with the pitch black star gazed pool's swallowing his irises it was pretty easy what he wanted... he was going through a phase. a phase of lust and want.

his eyes were wide, his breathing unnaturally rapid as he blinked repeatedly after pealing himself from the boulders ridged outlining of sharp edges through out. taking in a gas pf air he doubled over and his optics dilated back tot he Atlantic blue toning that let off small reflections of light, his body morphing into the shadow's that consumed him whole, the peering of his supernatural talent to control them unbelievable. his words oozing from his lips in the puresty of blurtations. "what the hell just happened." it was more slang than ever as his cooling breath created the fog of steam as the warm gas escaped his lips. all went silent.

[Ulpio exits in the shadows.]