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05-23-2015, 09:11 AM
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He fed every machination into the fire, into the pulsing, beating, molten crescendo of powers and infernos, until his eyes lost all their blue hue and only reflected the beautiful, brilliant flare of his might. The scion was nearly blinded by the awakening vestiges, by the maddening, unwinding, uncurling smoke and daggers, treating it like a king, like a crown, like a sword, marveling at its abilities, at its tactics, at the control festering and fuming from within. When it ceased, when he was forced to end its abominations, its curses, its methodical, Machiavellian appeal, he was slow to return from its bombardments – delving into a fiendish, licentious zeal, listening to it blister and absorb his mind, dreaming and fueling and sparking too many wicked, sinister things (the whisper of triumph, the glimmering of conquered villages – was it Orsino or himself who provided his membrane with these beautiful, haunting images?) – blinked it away rapidly as the form of the stranger came into view. Valiant and gallant all over again, as if darkness hadn’t manifested deep in his mind and stole away pieces of his virtue one flame at a time, he stared at the shadowy fixtures of the boy before him, around the same age as himself, limping, hesitant, shy and distant. The prince grinned with an impish, eerie delight, too much boy still immersed in a growing youth’s paradigm, edging closer despite the other lad’s obvious nervousness; Erebos’ apprehension had been lost ages before, somewhere between true, unnerving fear and rapt, uncontrollable anger. Where this child quaked and shuddered and shivered, the cerulean lad stood tall and firm, lanky and drawn into confidence (after all, he had just saved this kid), into audacity, into conviction and credence, bolstering out exuberant tendencies when Ryuu finished. “You’re welcome! I’m Erebos!” Even with passing introductions, miniscule but still complete, his mouth couldn’t cease an enduring query, and he carried on in the swirling wind and the darkened attributes of the cavern; nay, prison. “How on earth did you end up in that mess?” He wanted to know, maybe so he could avoid his own pitfalls in the future, maybe so he didn’t awaken any invitations to icy shards puncturing his skin, ever the scholar, ever the learner, absorbing the flaws and faults of another so he didn’t act upon them himself. The tiny beast’s gaze flicked over the aperture, cast over the entryway, begging for the story behind the ineptitude and the follies, the trials and the tribulations. Thereafter, however, the other poor child, still suffering from his mishaps, needed more assistance – the distracted demon required Orsino’s blunt chirp cast in his direction before acquiring a suitable response. He tilted his head a moment, brandishing a careful study, a monstrous scrutiny, lowering his skull to stare at the sprained limb – a remarkable pretense, for he was certainly no healer. The boy was too invested in battle hymns and dangerous exploits to ever fully regard mending as a potential vocation, unless he found a way to soothe and assuage his own bones, limbs, and flesh some day. Admitting he lacked the skills or knowledge was a brutal facet to the prince’s ego; he would have liked the ability to claim endless, vast whirls of wisdom and sagacity, he would have liked to have continued saving and proclaiming heroic venues, and not discovering obvious weaknesses in his existence. Erebos acquired his previous position, staring at the ebony Ryuu, with his anxious, pummeling unease, and truly felt disheartened he couldn’t do more for the creature, twisting his mouth into a feral frown, allowing bits and pieces of his self-possession to plummet. “I don’t have any healing powers. I’m sorry.” However, like a spark of ferocity, he gathered his wits back together, rushing back into the annals of vivacity all over again. “Oh! But I could bring you back to my home, the Aurora Basin!” He tossed his head in a gesture towards the world beyond the mountains and cliffs, immersed in more snow, more ice, more glaciers and potency, smiling, grinning. “We have a couple healers there that could take care of you.” Tag:: @[Ryuu] OOC:: |
