03-09-2008, 08:36 PM
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xxxxxIt was strange, the way his memories were stolen and faded into nothing, leaving his existance as almost a blur. The One had taken memory from him once long before, replacing them with the seed of insanity that expanded and blossomed in his tainted blood. But as sanity cracked and frayed, the tangible world around him blurred and dissappeared, replaced by what he knew was from the world beyond. Faces drifted across his conciousness, unknown if they were real or not, names and titles lost as though they'd never been there.
xxxxxThe sky had cleared, allowing pale, wintry sunlight to wash across the beach. Seating himself in the sand before the water, he dragged a stone across the edge of his blade, sharpening the already deadly steel into perfection. Pausing, he touched a finger to the edge, drawing it away and smiling faintly at the line of red that'd appeared on the tip. Licking his hand, he returned the knife to it's sheath and turned vision onto his surroundings. There was a shape in the distance, unfamiliar from this point, but as it drew nearer he realized it's identity. Rising, he approached his half-sister, a cold, serpentine smile twisting his dark lips.
xxxxx"It appears the 'Lost Daughter' has returned," Samael said lightly, crimson gaze drifting across her form. He hadn't seen her since she'd been but a child, and had never seen her shifted into full optime form. "What could bring one who prefers the company of wolves to wish to come here?" he asked, cold eyes dancing.
xxxxxThe sky had cleared, allowing pale, wintry sunlight to wash across the beach. Seating himself in the sand before the water, he dragged a stone across the edge of his blade, sharpening the already deadly steel into perfection. Pausing, he touched a finger to the edge, drawing it away and smiling faintly at the line of red that'd appeared on the tip. Licking his hand, he returned the knife to it's sheath and turned vision onto his surroundings. There was a shape in the distance, unfamiliar from this point, but as it drew nearer he realized it's identity. Rising, he approached his half-sister, a cold, serpentine smile twisting his dark lips.
xxxxx"It appears the 'Lost Daughter' has returned," Samael said lightly, crimson gaze drifting across her form. He hadn't seen her since she'd been but a child, and had never seen her shifted into full optime form. "What could bring one who prefers the company of wolves to wish to come here?" he asked, cold eyes dancing.