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- Ezekiel de le Poer - 04-14-2012 [html]
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A starless night afforded cover, and his steps were silent. Ezekiel moved without fear—the attacks had come during the day, come in brazen madness and from the east. Yet…yet he could not forgo the doubt that lingered in his paranoid mind. Even now as he trailed through the Waste he saw glimpses of light in the corners of his eyes. Thrice he wheeled on it, and once he had caught the trickling of moonlight and fog on a night that gave no sight. He showed his teeth to the phantom and felt a terrible cold touch him deep in his belly. Something heavy rolled over there and he wondered, briefly, if it was his soul. The Aquila traveled two-legged and unarmed, a gold-black shape moving against the wind. He moved with purpose, as terrible as it was. His trust was nonexistent these days and apparent. Even Max, who he considered the closest thing to true council he had, was met with aggression. War made for madness, but the paranoia within the de le Poer had been long standing. He left the Waste behind and made fair time crossing Drifter Bay. The pace of the wolf was his—as his father before him—and it was made apparent when he traveled. As he neared the edge of the no-man’s land that separated their kingdoms, a red crown rose high atop his head. Dark nose turned to the air, and he scented with his mouth open, ivory teeth showing and tongue lolling in the night. Silver flashed at his throat. The Lion of Judah stood in silence, waiting. He would come. #zeke-raven { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #zeke-raven p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #zeke-raven p.zeke-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #zeke-raven .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #zeke-raven .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #zeke-raven b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #zeke-raven u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #zeke-raven b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-25-2012 [html] HAIL THE CONQUEROR WORM
WC (+5) Rar!
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Death had never touched his family. It had, of course, but the Aquila had never been there to see it. He had once feared the mountain’s wrath when it came for his father, but only Marlowe had been lost. Gabriel was infallible. God was infallible. These were principles by which he lived and they allowed for no regret and no mercy. He believed in blood as if it was the only true religion. A scar dappled his chest, another his leg, two his eye and a much deeper and unseen one in the confines of his mortal soul. A creature of night and of a most terrible kingdom stalked from the forest. It was covered in blood, massive and lean and familiar all at once. He had never looked more hellish, more savage then he did in that moment. And it was only a moment—words came, but they were words that meant nothing. Ezekiel watched his face and his body and knew he faced madness. He embraced it. One arm was given in sacrifice to yellowing teeth and another went for the throat. Blood spilled freely from where the Thistle King’s jaws tore into his forearm, but Ezekiel was snarling and laughing all at once. He hurled himself into the attack. War was upon them; it was within them, it was them. #zeke-raven { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #zeke-raven p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #zeke-raven p.zeke-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #zeke-raven .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #zeke-raven .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #zeke-raven b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #zeke-raven u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #zeke-raven b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-25-2012 [html] HAIL THE CONQUEROR WORM
WC (+2) S'cool, brosef <3 And danke!
#sirisecui { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/L9C7i.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; padding-top:140px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; width:550px; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sirisecui p.siriImage + p { text-indent:0; } #sirisecui .ooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic;font-size:11px;border-bottom:1px dotted;padding-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:.90px;text-indent:20px;padding:10px 60px 0px 60px;} #sirisecui p {text-indent:40px;padding:0px 60px 0px 60px;} #sirisecui b {font-size:13px;letter-spacing:1px;} #sirisecui .name {text-align:center;font-family: 'Permanent Marker', cursive;font-size:50px;line-height:20px;} #sirisecui .quote {text-align:center;font-style:bold;font-size:16px;padding-top:15px;letter-spacing:10px;}</style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 05-02-2012 [html]
They were not the symbols that had chosen them. They were baser things, flesh and blood, and they had no purpose for metaphorical language between them. It was better this way—it was right this way. Ezekiel had been a liar for so long that now, when his world was cracking from the outside, this façade would fall. A cannibal ghost consumed his soul, his mind, and he gave into it now as he had never before. Each blow was met with a breath of air, an exhale, a gasp of pain. It was an intimate thing, as primal and instinctive as sex, as raw and uncontrollable as a summer storm. Deep grooves were torn into his arm and released. Ezekiel scrambled back, steadied himself. Sirius was magnificent in his fury. A massive weight collided with his chest, and Ezekiel gave into it. He hit the ground hard and sharp pain rushed up his spine. His hind leg kicked up solidly, flat and hard against the belly of the beast. A cry of outrage escaped him as he hurled Sirius over him. In an instant the Aquila wheeled, leapt to his feet, and launched himself onto the back of the Thistle King. His teeth sank into the thick scruff of loose fur and flesh at the neck to try and secure purchase. Hot blood splattered from his arms as they reached wildly, attempting to grapple the massive Secui body below him. #zeke-raven { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #zeke-raven p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #zeke-raven p.zeke-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #zeke-raven .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #zeke-raven .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #zeke-raven b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #zeke-raven u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #zeke-raven b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 05-02-2012 [html] HAIL THE CONQUEROR WORM
WC (+3) SO. GHEY.
#sirisecui { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/L9C7i.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; padding-top:140px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; width:550px; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sirisecui p.siriImage + p { text-indent:0; } #sirisecui .ooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic;font-size:11px;border-bottom:1px dotted;padding-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:.90px;text-indent:20px;padding:10px 60px 0px 60px;} #sirisecui p {text-indent:40px;padding:0px 60px 0px 60px;} #sirisecui b {font-size:13px;letter-spacing:1px;} #sirisecui .name {text-align:center;font-family: 'Permanent Marker', cursive;font-size:50px;line-height:20px;} #sirisecui .quote {text-align:center;font-style:bold;font-size:16px;padding-top:15px;letter-spacing:10px;}</style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 05-02-2012 [html]
Between them there was something ancient. They were brothers at war for eternity, men trapped in the crux of a destiny that could not be denied. Ezekiel felt compact muscles bunch under his body, below the thick mess of fur now stained by blood. He held taunt with his teeth, lion-like, and would have kept this purchase if not for a sharp and blinding pain in his left hand. It yanked him with such force that he was thrown bodily through the air, taking skin and flesh and fur with him. His shoulder hit the ground hard, sending him skidding in the grass. One hand dug into the earth and hoisted him to a low crouch. Half-hunched, he snarled a furious response to the King. Blood seeped freely from his arm and wounded hand, splattered his body and dripped from his mouth. Dust coated his brilliant pelt, and wet saliva forced sections of it into strange, bristled patterns at odds with the black-gold fire rippling along the length of his spine. A silver medallion flashed at his throat, hanging in the air. Dark whiskers curled up towards his muzzle, crinkled into a hellish snarl. His ears flattened against his head and he rushed forward, dropping to four legs despite his shape. This lasted only until he leapt forward, arms reaching, intending to throttle the mad King. #zeke-raven { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #zeke-raven p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #zeke-raven p.zeke-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #zeke-raven .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #zeke-raven .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #zeke-raven b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #zeke-raven u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #zeke-raven b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 05-02-2012 [html] HAIL THE CONQUEROR WORM
WC (+3) hubbahubba
#sirisecui { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/L9C7i.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; padding-top:140px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; width:550px; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sirisecui p.siriImage + p { text-indent:0; } #sirisecui .ooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic;font-size:11px;border-bottom:1px dotted;padding-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:.90px;text-indent:20px;padding:10px 60px 0px 60px;} #sirisecui p {text-indent:40px;padding:0px 60px 0px 60px;} #sirisecui b {font-size:13px;letter-spacing:1px;} #sirisecui .name {text-align:center;font-family: 'Permanent Marker', cursive;font-size:50px;line-height:20px;} #sirisecui .quote {text-align:center;font-style:bold;font-size:16px;padding-top:15px;letter-spacing:10px;}</style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 05-07-2012 [html]
Again, he hit the ground. Again, the beast was upon him. His life was saved only by the hands wrapped around the monster’s throat, clenching and grasping with sharp claws and hungry desire. He could feel the pulse of blood somewhere under the thick mass of earth and sand colored fur. Greedily, his hands worked into that plush pelt, digging and prying for the hot life that rippled and quivered under his grasp. Somewhere in there was life—it was not the soul, oh no, but there was something real and something about that made him desperate. Even as a massive leg pressed against his chest, against his own throat, Ezekiel was showing all of his teeth and laughing, choking on blood, because for once in the miserable repetition of his life, he felt something. Black pits and white-hot dwarf stars filled his vision. He saw but did not see the world collapsing around him. Ezekiel’s body trembled. Only, when all hope seemed lost, did he finally feel his dead man’s grip loosen, but they did not fall. They remained half-caught in the mess of mane, and on the ground, blood seeping from his mouth and wounds, Ezekiel let out a coughing, breathless laugh. He laughed even as he pulled Sirius to earth with him, arms wrapped around the bulging throat as it rippled and pulsed and changed under his grasp. Blonde hair streaked with black earth and hot blood stuck to his face, fell crazed and unruly around his head. His chest heaved against the half-weight it bore, against the compressed muscle and lanky shape that had taken form within his arms. Still, with his arms around his rival, his enemy, his brother, he laughed a most terrible laugh and stared into a star-spotted sky with wide, clear eyes. #zeke-raven { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #zeke-raven p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #zeke-raven p.zeke-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #zeke-raven .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #zeke-raven .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #zeke-raven b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #zeke-raven u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #zeke-raven b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 05-23-2012 [html] HAIL THE CONQUEROR WORM
WC (+?) hubbahubba
#sirisecui { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/L9C7i.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; padding-top:140px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; width:550px; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sirisecui p.siriImage + p { text-indent:0; } #sirisecui .ooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic;font-size:11px;border-bottom:1px dotted;padding-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:.90px;text-indent:20px;padding:10px 60px 0px 60px;} #sirisecui p {text-indent:40px;padding:0px 60px 0px 60px;} #sirisecui b {font-size:13px;letter-spacing:1px;} #sirisecui .name {text-align:center;font-family: 'Permanent Marker', cursive;font-size:50px;line-height:20px;} #sirisecui .quote {text-align:center;font-style:bold;font-size:16px;padding-top:15px;letter-spacing:10px;}</style>[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 06-21-2012 [html]
Even now, as his body ached and cried out through electrified nerves, he was happy. He was happy because this was real in a way that so many things had not been. There was a deep and terrible hole within him that caused true hunger, true desperation, but he was a man raised to ignore temptation. The faith of repression was one of his father. Ezekiel had thrown this away in the wilderness only to freely shackle himself to Inferni and now knew the burden of such faith. In this moment of absolute freedom, absolute impulse, he cared and wanted for nothing. Amber eyes trailed to a set of pristine green, all acid and poison, and in that moment Ezekiel loved and hated his not-kin as he had loved and hated his own family. One hand still wet from blood lifted, lazily, and pushed a chunk of dark hair from Sirius’ face. It was an intimate, telling gesture. “You talk too much,” he rasped, his voice thick and croaking like the very birds he looked after. Blood seeped freely from his arm, and he tasted iron drip down his throat. His head tilted back and returned to the ground, but his eyes closed and his breathing slowly, gradually, began to return to normal. #zeke-raven { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #zeke-raven p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #zeke-raven p.zeke-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #zeke-raven .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #zeke-raven .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #zeke-raven b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #zeke-raven u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #zeke-raven b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |