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Post by Rune Drusus on Mon Jul 29, 2013 9:06 am

his stance was nothing but for pure pleasure, his seating against the windowsill nothing but almost childlike with his legs hocked against the white rim his back laid against the rug lining his roomed floor space, (luxury carpet finally installed) his hands would reach up in front of him, his wrists relax against his knees almost in a comfy position as a book lay open in his grasp, the title, "expertise of the arts, elements and time.". the addiction was nothing but a purest delicacy in his mind, never too much but definitely never too little. a lowly bellowed sigh would escape his throat rupturing the silence of the aired atmosphere surrounding his sprited soul. he was doing something that could get him banished. killed. tortured. all done repeatedly thanks to his immortality. his mind needed a break but he had soon forgotten his latest request to zinnia, the young girl living down the corridor. the promise along the lines of, "if your show yourself i will show you what is on the slate".

sliding form his position against the walling of the sill, his hands would drag out the slating, the cover pulled from its slanted top, the chalk against its surface nothing but a load of alchemy / celtic symbols meaning nothing to the naked eye of a mortal. reading from the textbook his eyes skimmed the page, his indigo pools circling the narrowed, almost feline like, pupils as he dropped a few herbs into the circle of chalk, his mind absent from reality. placing the final structure, a birds skeleton, it was recent but never the less it was illegal for his doing, he watched as the birds corpse crumbled to ash almost instantly as his chant began, the low mumble against his own will power, the adrenaline works, coursing through his veins like a trauma. "oculum pro oculo quem eruit. dentem pro dente, ex quo te gutta sanguinis Regnum tuum muto et membrorum. guttam sanguinis cum hoc reperies vires tuae cadauer exanime expergisci a somno diu oblitus." his domained hand would slide into his pocket and slip out a pen knife, the blade glinting in the light left from the sunset, with a shut of his eyes the blade ran across hid palm and he tilted it over so the wound would face the herbal remedy and corpse. a drop of the liquid falling upon each.  

it was momentarily forgotten once an aroma had formed against his nostrils and a highlighted thought tranvered into something more tragic, it was freshly atmospheric in many a way. the splatter of blood, the dim lighting, he snorted with a sneer as he finally finished his sentence in purest English. "with this blood you shall fly once more". moments later he watched the body build, the twitching of each limb, the stench of freshly torn flesh. five minutes later the animal was tweeting, his wings spread but once, just one, was at an awkward angle. as the bird jerked and its neck cocked up twisting into an awkward position rune flinched and push himself away. the bird was undead. as its body turned he noticed the rotting flesh, the decay of each bone, each toxic fume rising from it as its tweet turned into  a scarwk the experience was a horror, the torture of the muse going wrong. his mind was filled with thoughts, the rush of time, the thud of his hammering heart beat never sussing to halt after one beat, his breathing heaved, the tension rising. all he could do was watch the animal waste away until the blood just became a puddle, the bones melting into nothing.

he went into shock turning away after tidying it up, his hands covered in guilt, the happenings of moments before scarring his reality of thought, this would change everything, who knew reincarnation of something so small could be this. this horrifying. his mind swam in nothing but grief, the terror of the night already to be faced, the stench of death never seizing up and lifting from his room. he would groan and curl up against the covers of his pillows, the single teddy hand-made from the 1800's tattered and worn hugged into his arms. his limbs quivering with the contact of something other than life. the image. the image would stay.

forever.  

[ bit long ;) ]
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Post by Lyria Sabine on Mon Jul 29, 2013 10:33 am

Luckily she was there for everything. however, her mind was completely blown, the albescent gown rippling as she emerged, her visionaries secured upon the object, it seemed like it was magic, it had to be, Zinnia felt her jaw loosen in astonish. SHE knew something was up within the pile of slate. it was too easy to figure out. who else would put a pile of slate in their room. however, she was able to stride forward, an chimed stutter escaped as she observed her somber visionaries upon rune. after invetigating the act. "hoo-How... did yo- you do..." she just couldnt finish. she felt she was going to pass out. no one had taught her anything like that, so she needed to learn. whether it had frustrated rune to explain or not. he should have seen this all coming anyways. the geranium pigment had caught her attention, hesitant, Zinnia would gently slide her thumb among the wound before chiming in a vocal, almost as if a whisper. "we had better fix that, otherwise the others will concern." she would not speak much. she couldnt. her mind was blown, how was it possible? an glance escaped among the book as she turned the chiseled skull. This had to be magic. it needed to be, with the book and all.... how could it not? As Zinnia strided toward the doorway, without a word, she gave an suspicious glance at rune once again. However, she didnt leave. Not just Yet.
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Post by Rune Drusus on Mon Jul 29, 2013 8:20 pm

his jaw would slacken as his pupils met with another's figure, what could he say? how could he explain... a cocky sneered scratched up and twisted against his lips, the metallic ball pierced through the left side, studding against his pearly toned teeth, the clink almost silent apart from his sudden flinch, with a jerk of his body, a shift of his limb, he was propped against a desk, his whole structure quivering with the massed force of his stupidity. the silenced vocals were mused yet weirdly stammered, his confidence blown. "D-don't g-go... Y-you mus-mustn't tell a-anyone" he froze up a shut his eyes fight, the power still looming like a dark shadow casted upon his soulless abyss. his voice would continue, the charm pitiless combined with the guilt that erupted into his blood stream like a bad take of steroids "Especially Azalea. s-she ca-cannot f-find o-out" his plead was almost a beg for his life, the expression, the emotion, reaching out hesitantly his forehead broke into a fevered sweat, his body weakened from the use of much stored energy, within moments, his body fell from under his will, each limb landing with a thud as he blacked out in a unfit state, was he dying? no course not. his eyes shut with less effort than ease, the looming shadows vanishing as he lay there, curled into himself, his skin burning up with beads of sweat, each limb quivering. he had no energy.
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Post by Lyria Sabine on Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:38 am

Zinnia was always a private person. she knew it wasn't right to just go on and tattle tale about rune what he done. as an trusted nod gave in toward Rune. She had left for a brief moment, as she paced down the staircase silently. She was going to help him, she knew he was going to just pass out among the floor which people would freak out and act concerned. meandering into the kitchen, she mysteriously grasped a glass of water, Aspirin, Damp cloth with a band-aid to help the wound.. She hoped there would be progress in getting Rune Back on his feet. but she had to do this silently for others in the rooms would catch her and ask what is going on. No, of course she wasn't being mischievous. she just needed these items to help someone. as she left the humbled room, cautiously pacing up the staircase. the glass of water shaking caused Zinnia to worry, she wanted this plan to be slick and clean. not have many obstacles.

As she had Approached the first room, luckily the door was open. sauntering in she would face him. setting her items down she would hand him a glass of water and aspirin. Zinnia had waited until that was all over, before giving him the damp cloth, gently rubbing the wound clean as she placed the band-aid over top. luckily she had some time to speak. her alluring vocal chimed with trust. "No... i wont tell anyone, they wouldn't believe me anyways. but i swear to god i would never..." the sentence had abrupt-ed with phrases that spilled out of zinnia's Blossomed lips. But she had to say it. what else could she say?
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Post by Azalea on Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:01 am

Following swiftly behind Zinnia the shifter became slower, almost like a zombie trying to reach this place they call home, there were cars in the way so easy access wasn't even an option. With a bite to the lip Azalea would shift into the form of a black kitten [with certain things like cates she hasn't mastered changing into an adult yet because she used to find shifting to much effort] reaching to the back of there apartment to only climb up to the window sill within a few seconds. The teal optics would drink in the scene with ease and concern. What was happening. What where they hiding?  locking the gaze onto zinnia Azalea would inspect what she was about to do, there was one thing for sure. In all the years the shifter had lived she still remained gormless, with no sense about pretty much everything.

With a yawn the sight would scatter down to a small gap in the window presumably opened by rune to cool down the room or something. Being so small had an inpact and with that the black kitten would squeeze the slender bodice in where the warmth on the inside would overwhelm. With a shake to the tiara Azalea would slink down to the floor like a dark shadow, before jumping up onto Zinnias shoulder with a purr creeping into her lobes. Before long the kitten would drop into the centre of the two with a cheeky look on her face before stretching out a single paw and repeatedly tapping at Runes nose as if to wake him up.

The slight scent of Azaleas immortal power would linger like an intoxicating perfume to consume you whole in a satisfying way. With the light weight the shifter decided to pull up the figure to his face stepping all over it in circles to get comfy, before nestling down on his forehead claiming to be all innocent, even if she did just come into some ones home while they were blacked out. She had to wonder how long it would take for one of them to kick her out of the window, or if they suddenly come out with a panic attack. It was all amusing, Azalea thrived on dramatic scenes like this on. It was all so interesting.
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Post by Lyria Sabine on Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:17 am

her mind was blown. something was happening. Rune's 'magical' act, and having to try and heal him back together like an regular angel would. piece by piece. then comes the somber innocent kitten in which happen to jump upon her shoulders. she needed a break. a big one too. exiting the room she would leave the two at privacy. and headed into her own room, her only question was... what did she really need to think of all this? it seem she was in a complete dream. or a world of difference. she had not known about shifters or the act. and it would be much easier if she was tutored by all this. because maybe sometime in the world she would need it. she laid back among the comforting bed, imagining every piece to try and figure out what is happening. as her angelic onyx visionaries clasped. this was a difficult project. she couldnt fix anything together.

[sorry for short post. Brain Mush :C]
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Post by Rune Drusus on Tue Jul 30, 2013 7:01 pm

The palm of his hand reached out and tenderly ran over the kitten's delicate structure. his fingers ran through the short yet silken, ebony pelting with a small quiver traveling down his arm as his eyes opened a fraction. earlier he had heard the voice of another, it was a blur, could have been zinnia... the vocal toning of it must have been. and the power. such angelic power had surrounded him long before the kitten has arrived on the scene. it was her though. azalea. she must be in the room. as the kitten? he wasn't sure. his eyes would only open to a slit, half his vision blur as he held his wounded hand into his chest, the other occupied by the presence of the creatures. his throat was dry to the bone, his breathe heaving in and out of the lungs with sandpaper. his vocals were more or less where the similarities froze. his lips mused out a small yet slightly adorable sentence along the lines of. "hello little kitty" his mind was still a fog but what was he to prove. he needed sleep.that was all. just a good ol' nap for his head to come accustom to the new reaction to his provided tests. the air still stank of the burning herbs, rotting bones and decay of flesh. instinctively he raised the wounded (favored) hand and ran it below his nose only to find himself jerking, flinching and sobbing at the irritating agony of his immobility.
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