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Post by The « Scith » on Jun 7, 2006 9:55:27 GMT -5
"Always at such a bad time."
He gave off a slight sigh as he glanced up to the clouds above, it seemed as if the clouds were trying harshly to produce a situation which he did not need right now. A riddle of black markings covered his body, almost as if they had recently been painted on. They were the sort that kept something locked away, and of course, the old runes on his body were put there for a single reason. To lock away what hid within until it was needed. Then like that the first drop fell splating against his shoulder blade, he pulled that jacket back up over his body and then proceeded to find shelter in a near by tavern.
"Well.. at least this will keep me dry for the time being"
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Post by Amarae on Jun 7, 2006 16:33:33 GMT -5
Her feet carried her slowly over the roar, walking at the side, she attempted to avoid causeing trouble. Seemingly as the water began to vaguely pour down, she straightened forward her hand to feel, and yes, the water had begun to pour down, but what seemed weird was, it didn't seem to rain on a cylinder form around her figure and a small "disc" of spirits were circling over her head, creating a roof over her head protecting her against the rain. She seemed to didn't mind anyone or anything, just walked..
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Post by The « Scith » on Jun 7, 2006 16:44:14 GMT -5
Something caught his attention, just before he was about to step inside, but now he was under the relief of the awning above, he was standing there with pants on, and his jacket hung off to the side, a slight bit of run was coming to the ink that riddled his body thanks to the rain itself. It took a few hours for the ink to fully dry, at which point it soaked into the skin itself.
"Whats this?.."
It took a second glance before he realized the aura moving around above her head were those of spirits.
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Post by Amarae on Jun 7, 2006 16:54:17 GMT -5
She were moving with a now quickened pace over the road, headed for a bookstore just across the Inn. She reached her hand into her dark purse, pulling out a brush and commenced a brushing of her hair while walking, now moving away from her original path towards the store, she closed her eyes and just walked, believing she knew how the road was, yet, she were still caught by surprise as the tip of her shoe hit a small inequality in the road and she fell forwards in a crashcourse towards the road.
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Post by The « Scith » on Jun 7, 2006 16:57:55 GMT -5
Watching her closely, he moved, following her almost ,it wasnt often you found a necromancer using spirits for such small things. Though, in following her, he found her about to fall over. Thats when he took off in a sprint, catching her just as she was about to hit the ground and lifting her back up to her feet. Now the ink was running down his body, and he could already feel the slight tingle in his back from where those wings wanted to rip free of his flesh once more.. he didnt want that to happen.. so many had already shunned him for being what he was.
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Post by Amarae on Jun 7, 2006 20:08:12 GMT -5
And, as such she were saved from a nasty injury, her hands moved to brush off her clothing from imaginary dust, seemingly correcting it's quirks. Her eyes turned to her strange savior, he seemed different, but hell, so was she. She sensed something familiar in this guy those, something she could not pin-point.. She narrowed her eyes vaguely, but decided to not lay any notice to it.
Her face nodded in thanks to the savior but nothing more, she didn't even open her mouth.. She turned her figure and headed inside the bookstore which were just next to her location.
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Post by The « Scith » on Jun 8, 2006 5:45:47 GMT -5
Watching her, as she began to walk away his body shifted once more and he fell down to a single knee as that ink began to fade away completely drifting down the line of the street. Black wings seemed to flood out from a bright light swiftly and stretch outwards, as green runes covered his body over, which was growing larger in size. Hands became enlongated while long claws came outwards at his finger tips, and as if to follow in suit, his forehead began to stretch outwards, and finally, piercing the flesh, two long horns came outwards and bent up and over his head itself. His eyes slowly shifted from the black to an odd green, almost glowing.
"Damn..."
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