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Closed - The shadows are calling us out.
di apr 24, 2018 2:33 pm
We may be the first to fall
Everything can stay the same
or we can change it all
90 years ago…
Leaves and twigs were snapping under his weight. He could hear his father's voice in his head, telling him to be more quiet, to divide his weight better. All he could do was try and sometimes it worked. he carefully placed a foot before the other, calculating where exactly he would place it. When his foot touched the ground, no twigs snapped. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, revealing his bright white teeth. After weeks and weeks of trying, he finally started to master this technique.
For a moment he looked behind him, expecting his father to stand there, but he wasn’t. The smile disappeared again, like it had never been there. Instead, a sigh rolled over his lips while he continued walking. He wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore.
In a few days, it would his brothers 20th name day. That and he was about to meet his princess, the person with whom he was supposed to get married in a few years. For some reason, they wanted privacy so Naeberos had tried to find something else to do.
The young elf reached a spot in the forest where the sun had fought her way through the leaves. He looked up, holding a hand above his eyes to protect them from the sunlight. A few birds flew by, all in the same direction. When the light started to get irritation he looked away, back at the many trees surrounding him.
It was still to early to return home. There was nothing he could do over there, because everyone was busy preparing a feast. If he returned, he had to help and he didn’t want that. He was looking forward to the feast, but he didn’t want to help. It was too much work and he didn’t like it. That’s why he kept walking until his legs grew tired.
He stopped at a small river by which he sat down. The water always looked so free and uncontrollable. Yet when the young elf held his hand above the water a few drops started to rise up, forming a larger ball. Naeberos managed to hold it in place and slowly he was lowering his hands. If things worked according to plan it had to stay in the air. He wanted to control water with his mind, but it was harder then when he used his hands.
For less than a minute it worked, then the ball of water fell down and became part of the river again. “Five seconds longer,” he said to himself. It wasn’t long and yet he was proud of himself. He wouldn’t give up because some day, he wanted to have perfect control over his magic. That was why he started again, holding a hand above the water and repeating the same steps.
Leaves and twigs were snapping under his weight. He could hear his father's voice in his head, telling him to be more quiet, to divide his weight better. All he could do was try and sometimes it worked. he carefully placed a foot before the other, calculating where exactly he would place it. When his foot touched the ground, no twigs snapped. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, revealing his bright white teeth. After weeks and weeks of trying, he finally started to master this technique.
For a moment he looked behind him, expecting his father to stand there, but he wasn’t. The smile disappeared again, like it had never been there. Instead, a sigh rolled over his lips while he continued walking. He wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore.
In a few days, it would his brothers 20th name day. That and he was about to meet his princess, the person with whom he was supposed to get married in a few years. For some reason, they wanted privacy so Naeberos had tried to find something else to do.
The young elf reached a spot in the forest where the sun had fought her way through the leaves. He looked up, holding a hand above his eyes to protect them from the sunlight. A few birds flew by, all in the same direction. When the light started to get irritation he looked away, back at the many trees surrounding him.
It was still to early to return home. There was nothing he could do over there, because everyone was busy preparing a feast. If he returned, he had to help and he didn’t want that. He was looking forward to the feast, but he didn’t want to help. It was too much work and he didn’t like it. That’s why he kept walking until his legs grew tired.
He stopped at a small river by which he sat down. The water always looked so free and uncontrollable. Yet when the young elf held his hand above the water a few drops started to rise up, forming a larger ball. Naeberos managed to hold it in place and slowly he was lowering his hands. If things worked according to plan it had to stay in the air. He wanted to control water with his mind, but it was harder then when he used his hands.
For less than a minute it worked, then the ball of water fell down and became part of the river again. “Five seconds longer,” he said to himself. It wasn’t long and yet he was proud of himself. He wouldn’t give up because some day, he wanted to have perfect control over his magic. That was why he started again, holding a hand above the water and repeating the same steps.
Avanti MorningstarMember- Real name : Jennifer
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Re: Closed - The shadows are calling us out.
di apr 24, 2018 2:58 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
Time was hardly an essential in his life, for an immortal like him there wasn’t a week, a year, there were only the actions in those worthless seconds that mattered. In all the time that passed Avanti lost count over the things he had done, the celebrations that happened, the lives he had took. It were only those specific events, his dear Ayana for example that would be freshly stamped with a date, a time and a memory. Yet he hardly forgot any events during his years on earth. Deals he made always got collected, lives he took always remembered. So life wasn’t that boring if you found way to entertain yourself with, surly a thing Avanti loved to do.
Nymmerwell was occasionally one of the places he visited. Always traveling through the land, city after city, secret after secret. You would think people learn by getting older, you would think they evolve in time. But they didn’t learn, after years of lies and deceiving humans just stayed that stupid and ignorant in the eyes of a person who already outgrown them all. Maybe a small part of that population knew how to resist human temptation, but then again they were way too proud to admit to their faults. It were the elves, pointy ears who outgrew a lot of the humans to but in a way mortal in every way. He used to be intrigued by the creatures hiding in the forests of Nymmerwell, they were one of the few he loved to challenge himself against. And he always wondered how good or better they would taste, after all he was a vampire and those were purebloods. So that left the question, how pure would it taste?
You couldn’t hear him, even if you wanted to. Yet he was easy to see between the trees. Avanti wasn’t a daywalker, he loved the shadows to much yet he was here, a slim way to pale body slithering through the forest like the snake he often was. His slight purple eyes traveled up to a little boy, a teenager sitting aside the small river crossing through the forest. Avanti stopped, squeezing his eyes as drops of water rose up to his hands and in an instant that creepy slow grin came on his lips, studying the magic use of the boy. The boy muttered something and Avanti tilted his head. Leaning against the tree he noticed the pointy ears and that wavy long white hair, an fine example of a little elf. ‘What you gonna do with that little man,’ Avanti said, to softly, to slick. ‘taking over the world?’ He mocked, like water magic was nothing in opposite to other kinds of magic. Avanti pushed himself away from the tree, looking around in the forest like he lost something. ‘Tell me,’ His slim body stopped on the other side of the small river, smiling down to the boy who sat there. ‘What is a little elf like you doing all alone here?’ He asked. That little boy couldn’t know who he was, a true benefit to Avanti’s cause, he loved to manipulate the young and innocent.
Nymmerwell was occasionally one of the places he visited. Always traveling through the land, city after city, secret after secret. You would think people learn by getting older, you would think they evolve in time. But they didn’t learn, after years of lies and deceiving humans just stayed that stupid and ignorant in the eyes of a person who already outgrown them all. Maybe a small part of that population knew how to resist human temptation, but then again they were way too proud to admit to their faults. It were the elves, pointy ears who outgrew a lot of the humans to but in a way mortal in every way. He used to be intrigued by the creatures hiding in the forests of Nymmerwell, they were one of the few he loved to challenge himself against. And he always wondered how good or better they would taste, after all he was a vampire and those were purebloods. So that left the question, how pure would it taste?
You couldn’t hear him, even if you wanted to. Yet he was easy to see between the trees. Avanti wasn’t a daywalker, he loved the shadows to much yet he was here, a slim way to pale body slithering through the forest like the snake he often was. His slight purple eyes traveled up to a little boy, a teenager sitting aside the small river crossing through the forest. Avanti stopped, squeezing his eyes as drops of water rose up to his hands and in an instant that creepy slow grin came on his lips, studying the magic use of the boy. The boy muttered something and Avanti tilted his head. Leaning against the tree he noticed the pointy ears and that wavy long white hair, an fine example of a little elf. ‘What you gonna do with that little man,’ Avanti said, to softly, to slick. ‘taking over the world?’ He mocked, like water magic was nothing in opposite to other kinds of magic. Avanti pushed himself away from the tree, looking around in the forest like he lost something. ‘Tell me,’ His slim body stopped on the other side of the small river, smiling down to the boy who sat there. ‘What is a little elf like you doing all alone here?’ He asked. That little boy couldn’t know who he was, a true benefit to Avanti’s cause, he loved to manipulate the young and innocent.
Naeberos
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Re: Closed - The shadows are calling us out.
di apr 24, 2018 3:31 pm
We may be the first to fall
Everything can stay the same
or we can change it all
He had no idea how much time passed and what was happening around him. A terrible mistake. All of his concentration went towards the water and what he was trying to do. He had to master this because you never knew when you could use it. His biggest problem was the fact that he had to learn on his own, because no one had the same magic as his. They couldn’t help him, but they did their best. Otherwise he wouldn’t be was he was that day.
If he’d paid more attention to what was happening around him, then maybe he would’ve noticed the other person sooner.
In an instant, he rose to his feet, faster and with more elegance than normal human beings. He was turned towards the stranger who was only a few feet away. Behind his back, the water of the river was floating in the air. His defense mechanism. A deep frown had found its way to his face.
Naeberos wasn’t used to strangers in the forest. Only Elves and citizens of Forlindon roamed through this forest. That was what made it a safe place because outsiders stayed away and when they came here, their presence didn’t go unnoticed.
His jaw dropped a bit when the stranger asked his question. “No, of course not,” was his immediate answer. Why would he want to rule over the whole world? Most of the population were human and he had no intention of ruling them or have contact with them. Father always told him that they weren’t worthy of their time.
Yet that tone. Like what he did, meant nothing. It was a fact that elemental control was rare amongst their kind. Most elves were skilled in healing or shapeshifting. Some were able to let plants grow or manipulate animals. It was different from his magic. That didn’t mean he was useless. His magic was strong too, only different.
Bright blue eyes were observing every move the other man. He was nervous, of course, he was. There was no one around and if the stranger had come this close, that meant no one had noticed him. While the other kept talking he looked at the trees for a second, hoping to see another elf.
“Who are you?” he asked, ignoring the other question. It was none of his business what he was doing there.
His hands were slightly shaking, while he was trying to keep his magic under control. He’d fought before, but that was while practicing. It was different in the real world. “And what are you doing here?” If someone was allowed to know what the other was doing here, that it was him. He was the son of the Master of Forlindon. They had to listen to him too.
If he’d paid more attention to what was happening around him, then maybe he would’ve noticed the other person sooner.
In an instant, he rose to his feet, faster and with more elegance than normal human beings. He was turned towards the stranger who was only a few feet away. Behind his back, the water of the river was floating in the air. His defense mechanism. A deep frown had found its way to his face.
Naeberos wasn’t used to strangers in the forest. Only Elves and citizens of Forlindon roamed through this forest. That was what made it a safe place because outsiders stayed away and when they came here, their presence didn’t go unnoticed.
His jaw dropped a bit when the stranger asked his question. “No, of course not,” was his immediate answer. Why would he want to rule over the whole world? Most of the population were human and he had no intention of ruling them or have contact with them. Father always told him that they weren’t worthy of their time.
Yet that tone. Like what he did, meant nothing. It was a fact that elemental control was rare amongst their kind. Most elves were skilled in healing or shapeshifting. Some were able to let plants grow or manipulate animals. It was different from his magic. That didn’t mean he was useless. His magic was strong too, only different.
Bright blue eyes were observing every move the other man. He was nervous, of course, he was. There was no one around and if the stranger had come this close, that meant no one had noticed him. While the other kept talking he looked at the trees for a second, hoping to see another elf.
“Who are you?” he asked, ignoring the other question. It was none of his business what he was doing there.
His hands were slightly shaking, while he was trying to keep his magic under control. He’d fought before, but that was while practicing. It was different in the real world. “And what are you doing here?” If someone was allowed to know what the other was doing here, that it was him. He was the son of the Master of Forlindon. They had to listen to him too.
- Avanti MorningstarMember
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Re: Closed - The shadows are calling us out.
di apr 24, 2018 6:52 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
How old was that boy, fifteen, sixteen maybe? Practicing magic, it said a thing or two. It said he was driven to learn, eager to get on … it said he was preparing to accomplish things. Be better, greater, stronger. Otherwise he wouldn’t be caring, he wouldn’t be sitting here away from all noises and lurking eyes. Only he wasn’t all alone, Avanti was lurking, as usual. He saw the things others maybe wouldn’t noticed. The boy did an effort, a big effort and that meant quite a few things. When Avanti was his age he was kicked out of the house, raised by an aunt. He probably did the same, secretly making summons that were better, greater, stronger. It was the circle of life, you had to have some persons who wanted to be better, otherwise there wouldn’t be a rule, a rank, a hierarchie. The question was what this boy would accomplish with life, how good, great and strong would he get?
As soon as he talked the boy jumped up, turning around and Avanti judged that movement with a condescending grin. His eyebrow raised on the fast response, a big fat direct “no” like he was learned to use that word a lot. ‘You don’t want to be famous one day? Be a king, an advisor, something big?’ He asked neutral voiced, eyes scouting over that slim long body. Elves and there everlasting beauty. You needed to be trained to recognize a vampire but elves … easy to spot. ‘I thought boys of your age loved fantasising about that.’ He followed with a certain nonchalant. He at least did.
While the boy was looking for a way out or a little bit of help Avanti had closed some space between them. His purple eyes searched with the boy for other members of the family but the smile only stated the obvious, nobody here. ‘Avanti.’ He answered the question. Avanti was not much of a liar, he rather had them all scared by the truth, it was just more fun. ‘What about you?’ He returned the question. His expressions got something amused, playing a game. WIth the next question Avanti shrugged nonchalant. ‘Walking.’ He answered. ‘Or is that forbidden here? Hmmm.’ He looked back to the boy, pulling the corner shortly up, nodding to the water. ‘It isn’t always about concentration, sometimes best to let your feelings, emotions do the work.’ He advised on the water magic the boy earlier had showed. Avanti given this kind of advice wasn’t really his thing but he was in a way curious. ‘Keeping it a secret?’ Avanti asked, crouching down aside the river, his pale long fingers scouring over the water surface, touching the strings of sunlight in it. He looked aside him, his chin resting on his upper arm while his gaze got his cold empty look back, studying the boy intensely, challengingly.
As soon as he talked the boy jumped up, turning around and Avanti judged that movement with a condescending grin. His eyebrow raised on the fast response, a big fat direct “no” like he was learned to use that word a lot. ‘You don’t want to be famous one day? Be a king, an advisor, something big?’ He asked neutral voiced, eyes scouting over that slim long body. Elves and there everlasting beauty. You needed to be trained to recognize a vampire but elves … easy to spot. ‘I thought boys of your age loved fantasising about that.’ He followed with a certain nonchalant. He at least did.
While the boy was looking for a way out or a little bit of help Avanti had closed some space between them. His purple eyes searched with the boy for other members of the family but the smile only stated the obvious, nobody here. ‘Avanti.’ He answered the question. Avanti was not much of a liar, he rather had them all scared by the truth, it was just more fun. ‘What about you?’ He returned the question. His expressions got something amused, playing a game. WIth the next question Avanti shrugged nonchalant. ‘Walking.’ He answered. ‘Or is that forbidden here? Hmmm.’ He looked back to the boy, pulling the corner shortly up, nodding to the water. ‘It isn’t always about concentration, sometimes best to let your feelings, emotions do the work.’ He advised on the water magic the boy earlier had showed. Avanti given this kind of advice wasn’t really his thing but he was in a way curious. ‘Keeping it a secret?’ Avanti asked, crouching down aside the river, his pale long fingers scouring over the water surface, touching the strings of sunlight in it. He looked aside him, his chin resting on his upper arm while his gaze got his cold empty look back, studying the boy intensely, challengingly.
Naeberos
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Re: Closed - The shadows are calling us out.
di apr 24, 2018 7:47 pm
We may be the first to fall
Everything can stay the same
or we can change it all
Maybe he should run. There was this aura that the man had around him that told you enough. He sounded nice, but the way he moved. Something was off about him, but he couldn’t lay his finger on it. Anyway, running was for cowards and he was not a coward. The man had shown no ill intentions, so he stayed. Even though his hands were slightly shaking, which resulted in the water that was slowly shaking as well.
He knew the hidden passages and if something were to happen, he would disappear into the trees and the other would never find him again. A solid plan. Or so he hopes. Or he hoped it didn’t have to come to that.
A throne. People to rule over. For him, it sounded like a dream which would never come true. His brother was the one to take over the role of Master when the day came. Naeberos was only a back-up plan if things didn’t go as planned. To protect himself he’d never given it much thought because jealousy could kill a man. That didn’t mean that he wouldn’t love to take his place.
“My brother is next in line.” And with that he’d said too much. He clenched his jaw when he realized what kind of information he’d given. Maybe the other didn’t notice it. Small chance, but he could only hope at that point. Think. He had to think before he spoke. People had to tell him that very often and yet he couldn’t hold his tongue. “It hadn’t crossed my mind,” Naeberos lied.
Avanti. He’d never heard of the name, but then again, other people that weren’t part of the Brotherhood didn’t get discussed. They didn’t matter. Only the King and Queen of Aztlan. The young elf only gave a small, barely noticeable nod. The question that followed was expected. “That’s none of your concern,” he answered, but he didn’t feel comfortable with that answer. It was not that he wanted to other to know his name, but not responding to his question… it felt like a dangerous thing to do. But he stayed his ground and even straightened his back a bit to look even taller than he already was.
The other asked him if it was forbidden to walk in these woods, and he shook his head in response. “We don’t allow others to walk around our forest if we don’t know who they are,” he explained. They couldn’t forbid others from coming here, that would be an impossible task. Yet they tried to know who exactly was here at any given time.
He looked at the water when he received the tip. Emotions didn’t come easily to the young elf. He tried to block them out, but apparently, that wasn’t the right way to do things. “Thank for the tip.” He wasn’t sure if he would follow the advise, because why would he? It was a stranger who’d told him that.
Naeberos back away when Avanti moved closer to the water, but never took his blue eyes of the man. What was he trying to gain? Why was he here? Walking seemed like a dull reason to be here. And then there was that cold look which let a chill run down his spine. “Most of my people have a different kind of magic.” It wasn’t a real answer to his question. He was avoiding it again.
He knew the hidden passages and if something were to happen, he would disappear into the trees and the other would never find him again. A solid plan. Or so he hopes. Or he hoped it didn’t have to come to that.
A throne. People to rule over. For him, it sounded like a dream which would never come true. His brother was the one to take over the role of Master when the day came. Naeberos was only a back-up plan if things didn’t go as planned. To protect himself he’d never given it much thought because jealousy could kill a man. That didn’t mean that he wouldn’t love to take his place.
“My brother is next in line.” And with that he’d said too much. He clenched his jaw when he realized what kind of information he’d given. Maybe the other didn’t notice it. Small chance, but he could only hope at that point. Think. He had to think before he spoke. People had to tell him that very often and yet he couldn’t hold his tongue. “It hadn’t crossed my mind,” Naeberos lied.
Avanti. He’d never heard of the name, but then again, other people that weren’t part of the Brotherhood didn’t get discussed. They didn’t matter. Only the King and Queen of Aztlan. The young elf only gave a small, barely noticeable nod. The question that followed was expected. “That’s none of your concern,” he answered, but he didn’t feel comfortable with that answer. It was not that he wanted to other to know his name, but not responding to his question… it felt like a dangerous thing to do. But he stayed his ground and even straightened his back a bit to look even taller than he already was.
The other asked him if it was forbidden to walk in these woods, and he shook his head in response. “We don’t allow others to walk around our forest if we don’t know who they are,” he explained. They couldn’t forbid others from coming here, that would be an impossible task. Yet they tried to know who exactly was here at any given time.
He looked at the water when he received the tip. Emotions didn’t come easily to the young elf. He tried to block them out, but apparently, that wasn’t the right way to do things. “Thank for the tip.” He wasn’t sure if he would follow the advise, because why would he? It was a stranger who’d told him that.
Naeberos back away when Avanti moved closer to the water, but never took his blue eyes of the man. What was he trying to gain? Why was he here? Walking seemed like a dull reason to be here. And then there was that cold look which let a chill run down his spine. “Most of my people have a different kind of magic.” It wasn’t a real answer to his question. He was avoiding it again.
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Re: Closed - The shadows are calling us out.
vr apr 27, 2018 10:59 am
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
It was an amusing sight that Avanti had quite to hold back on. He didn’t showed his amusement while the boy kept controlling the water. It made Avanti thinking back when he created his first summon, something as ugly as the nights contained around his “home”. It was a big effort to so he understood, yet it was quite humoring, knowing the boy would never be able to defend himself against Avanti if it ever came to that. Yet he didn’t run away to, which only meant the vampire did a good job in hiding his true selves. That certain emptiness was there in his eyes, despite his mood and expressions were relaxed and almost inviting. He was tempted to challenge the boy, to see how long it would take him to realize who he really was … a killer.
When he stated something about ruling the answer came pretty fast behind that and Avanti pulled up his eyebrows. ‘Your brother.’ He repeated. He know all too well how a older brother could drown you, even if he was just minutes older. That little slim thing standing there didn’t know what he was telling, which information he was given and Avanti did his best not to show how much it pleased him. ‘Must be hard for you, having that power in reach and not getting it because somebody was just a little faster on this world.’ He followed, measuring the words against the boy. Would it bother him? Who knew, Avanti sure as hell was pushing.
There seem to come some sense in the boy as he refused on telling his own name. It was an elven thing, to be so proud and confident, he disliked it. Avanti always had the urge to prove them wrong. He slowly walked over to the water, ignoring the boy with his eyes yet listening to the words. ‘Given I’m walking here,’ he started, crouching down to look at his own pale reflection. ‘can say two things no?’ He asked, tilting his head. ‘Or they know me, or they don’t want to know me.’ He shrugged, giving the boy a challenging look. It was always one of those two things, not wanting to know him was part of his reputation. Maybe they were just scared … that idea was almost as amusing as the boy attacking him with his water magic. Talked about, he looked aside as he stated that he was the rare kind of a magic user, at least the water part. ‘Makes you special.’ He said right away, standing up again, so very slowly. ‘Special people can do great things. I have rare magic to.’ He shrugged, like it was the most normal thing to say. Avanti never talked about himself. Here he was feeding that boy to a level of thrust, who knew what he would spill further.
When he stated something about ruling the answer came pretty fast behind that and Avanti pulled up his eyebrows. ‘Your brother.’ He repeated. He know all too well how a older brother could drown you, even if he was just minutes older. That little slim thing standing there didn’t know what he was telling, which information he was given and Avanti did his best not to show how much it pleased him. ‘Must be hard for you, having that power in reach and not getting it because somebody was just a little faster on this world.’ He followed, measuring the words against the boy. Would it bother him? Who knew, Avanti sure as hell was pushing.
There seem to come some sense in the boy as he refused on telling his own name. It was an elven thing, to be so proud and confident, he disliked it. Avanti always had the urge to prove them wrong. He slowly walked over to the water, ignoring the boy with his eyes yet listening to the words. ‘Given I’m walking here,’ he started, crouching down to look at his own pale reflection. ‘can say two things no?’ He asked, tilting his head. ‘Or they know me, or they don’t want to know me.’ He shrugged, giving the boy a challenging look. It was always one of those two things, not wanting to know him was part of his reputation. Maybe they were just scared … that idea was almost as amusing as the boy attacking him with his water magic. Talked about, he looked aside as he stated that he was the rare kind of a magic user, at least the water part. ‘Makes you special.’ He said right away, standing up again, so very slowly. ‘Special people can do great things. I have rare magic to.’ He shrugged, like it was the most normal thing to say. Avanti never talked about himself. Here he was feeding that boy to a level of thrust, who knew what he would spill further.
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