You'll remember me when the west wind moves

Haku Soul · 01-02-2012, 01:41 PM

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This world would seem vast and empty for those who knew not where to direct watchful eyes. Once, he too had found himself lost in these endless fields of, nothing, but eventually, the beast that had clawed his way up through hardened earth from hell itself. The ancient soul was not meant to be trapped, forever in one place. A long time ago, this man, this.. beast had been born with a purpose. A long time ago—exactly how long was unknown to him, for he didn’t let his thoughts linger with the useless details of the flow of time—he tasted the first drop of the blood of the innocent. And he had never looked back. Could not; willed not. But there was an end to every war, and so his mortal, decaying flesh had met its end against a wicked spear of his mortal nemesis. Although his heard had turned to cold stone long before the weapon leapt through skin and flesh, it had been the end of him once the sharp tip had pierced it.

But Gabriel de le Poer had not been victorious. He hadn’t done a goddamn thing. The apocalypse could not be delayed by the actions of any mortal, no matter the dedication they put into their purpose. The blue eyed demon was patient, for the world forever remained his private, little playground. The body he had been born into had been destroyed, but the spirit was immortal and his banishment temporary at best. He would never stop. Not before the final end, when there was nothing left to destroy. Then, and only then, would he melt back into boiling magma and return to the hellfire where he once had risen up from as a young horror, so very long ago.

But the loopholes back into the mortal words were tricky to find, and he was delayed. Once, a black pelted witch had spoken a prophecy, and missed the sweet taste of crimson on his tongue. He didn’t know what the birth of the dragon meant, but he knew it was the key to his next life on the world he so violently had departed with. There was a specific soul he sought to devour, if only he could find it before its lifespan was at an end.

Haku’s shrouded existence held ash and fire, but knowing how, he could move beyond his realm of terrors. Now, ghostly secui paws brought his hulky, cocoa form through vast fields of pale gold. This place was inhabited, and it was through her death that Eris had read up her prophecy. So, the hunter had come to chase after his pray once more.

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