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06-30-2012, 07:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-30-2012, 07:35 PM by Madyrn Maskan.)
They heard the call. And they came. The synchrony was perfect. The thoughts on similar tracks. The brothers of shadow and fire walked the line of perfect balance between their opposing elements, both in physical appearances and inner demons. They snorted, the air damp with their exhalation, though that was all the moisture did allow, it soon disappeared in the temperate atmosphere. Brawny bodices crawled beneath the thick canopy of the Deep Forest, even in the heat the sheer amount of leave above them blocked out most of the night sky. It mattered little. Their night vision was pristine, having been borne of land where no sun ever rose. Orange, demonic eyes roved the surrounds, they felt the mental pull of Akaith upon their brows, and they allowed such sensations to draw them closer to their sister. It was curious, that the youngest of them all should rise above and lead them onwards in this life. Though they were aged, relatively older than most others that walked this realm, they looked to her with loving respect and loyalty, and a small sense of possessiveness; she was their sister, none would ever take her away from them. Rubbing their noses along her spine, the brothers flanked their smaller, shadowy sister, nibbling at her mane, nosing the golden etching upon her nape with a silent query behind their eyes. But then they drew away, to allow the masses to view her majestic form. They lingered, upon the edges of what is the meeting place, protectors of all who would gather before them. They did not only serve Mirage. They too, served the Qian. |
