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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 15, 2006 21:47:03 GMT -5
"In our town we were guided by a town council. All of the most respected elder artisans would decide any trade decisions or such, but they were equally respected as one would respect a favorite uncle or aunt, nothing excessive. There was nothing to give us reason for protection; the worst threat to the village was a stray wolf or a cold winter...." Darishan trailed off. When he looked up at Elliot, his eyes, usually such a light blue they were white, were now a deep cerulean. "I hope you can become a Guardian for your village, Elliot," he said, nodding with genuine emotion. Then he put a hand lightly to his head as if it hurt, and Darishan's eyes returned to their pale coloring.
"Are you excessively dangerous as a werewolf? You have seemed alright at school, so why would people not respect you for it?"
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Post by baha on Dec 15, 2006 22:42:32 GMT -5
Elliot looked away, his eyes cast to the ground as Várk hissed softly. The student spoke, "Being a werewolf was thought of as the lowest class in our village, a disgrace. It's never voluntary to be a lycan... But I'm still determined to become guardian. I've always wished to bring the class to a higher standard there. Lykaios always made fun of me for that, but... There's something we can fight."
He pointed to the distance where, indeed, a soft colored stag stood, his entire body made of such a pale white he seemed to be made of mist. The Mist Stag lowered its head and charged at Elliot, who switched into a werewolf and leapt over him. Switching back, he yelled over the bellowing of the beast, "So what was a necromancer considered with your family? They were a couple in my village. They were few, but powerful. We've had two Necro Guardians in the past..." The Stag opened its mouth and shot a beam of white light at Darishan.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 16, 2006 0:46:05 GMT -5
Darishan sidestepped the beam of light and quickly scanned the area. With a small gesture and a whisper, a few hands, skeletal and gravel-polished, began to claw their way out of the earth at various places behind the stag.
"It was just a hobby that we all did; there wasn't a class or anything for it in town. Some people would come and ask to speak with suddenly deceased loved ones for property management or just comfort, so it was generally a positive thing about the city. At least, I had always thought so, but I had been young then," he said placidly. Later, when he had been traveling, he was received much less enthusiastically. People wanted to forget those who had lost their life force, and he had been a constant reminder.
After thinking a bit, he said, "I have just ran out of questions." The skeletons he had raised had more or less freed themselves by then, cutting off the stag's immediate escape routes.
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Post by baha on Dec 16, 2006 12:57:39 GMT -5
Elliot snapped Shadow Flare at the Mist Stag, the weapon elongating and burning with a firey intensity. The whip wrapped itself around the beast's leg, crushing it. The Stag fell to the ground, its cold black eyes blazing. It bellowed once more, and sent out several jagged barbs from its antlers towards them, at bullet's speed. Elliot readied his whip, then spoke, "As have I. Well, what's your favorite color?"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 16, 2006 17:43:41 GMT -5
Darishan flicked his staff, sending a retaliating wave of inky shadows which sent all of the barbs flying back towards the stag. "Blue," he replied. "And you two?" All in all, it was not this stag's lucky day.
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Post by baha on Dec 16, 2006 19:55:22 GMT -5
Elliot nodded, "Dark green and blue, favorite food?" He snapped at the ground, sending piles of rock at the stag, crushing its left antler and knocking it to the ground, as the barbes flew into his back. The stag sent more beams of light at the two students.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 16, 2006 20:48:41 GMT -5
Darishan ducked down low to avoid the blast of light. It felt uncomfortably hot over his head as it passed. Since the stag obviously wasn't going to make it in this fight, it obviously was getting a lot more desperate. As the stag fell to the ground, another skeletal arm burst and clenched its neck firmly. The bony grip began to dangerously tighten.
"I don't really enjoy eating in general," Darishan replied. "And you?"
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Post by baha on Dec 16, 2006 22:21:17 GMT -5
Elliot grinned, "Anything with meat. It's a perk of being a lycan; I'm glad I'm not a vegetarian. How old are you, by the way? I'm going to be turning 18 pretty soon."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 16, 2006 22:29:28 GMT -5
"I'm sixteen, and will be seventeen shortly," he responded. A low crack seemed to say that the stag's neck hadn't lasted long. "Hm. I hope the stag didn't have friends or family... What do you think of love, Elliot?" he asked, the question suddenly coming to him.
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Post by baha on Dec 16, 2006 22:38:44 GMT -5
Elliot was silent, bending down next to the dead beast. He pulled out a sleek and deadly dagger he had picked up once at the Ninth Heaven, and proceded to skin the Stag. He finally spoke, "Any type of love is forbidden for a Guardian, so if I'm ever to become one I need to dispose of those feelings. But when I first came here and met the fellow Lycan Alina, I felt connected to her through our gift, our curse. But even still, this false love that flew through my mind was pointless and distracting, and I'm beginning to develop ways to block out these parts of my mind. You?"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 16, 2006 22:42:24 GMT -5
Darishan shrugged, watching Elliot's work. "I can't remember having ever felt it, and don't really think I ever will. If there ever was a battle in my head to block it out, then I suppose it has been long since blocked. I asked this because it seems odd, that other people seem to feel it so freely. Perhaps love isn't so important after all."
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Post by baha on Dec 16, 2006 22:46:55 GMT -5
Elliot nodded, "Its a vulnerable need for companionship. You did not ask a question, but as you did before I'll ask one more, have you ever feared the undead, though you command them?"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 16, 2006 22:53:55 GMT -5
Darishan tried to pull back his farthest memories to aid the answering of Elliot's questions. "No, never," he replied. "It was a natural thing since my father and grandfather often did it right in front of me. And were you, Elliot, ever cast into fear because of your powers?" he asked solemnly.
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Post by baha on Dec 16, 2006 22:59:16 GMT -5
Elliot sighed, "Fear for my own life, yet not of my powers. As I said, being a lycan wasn't the best thing in my village. How do you feel about musicals? Like Phantom of the Opera. I love them."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 16, 2006 23:03:17 GMT -5
"I usually don't hold much patience for those kinds of things, but Phantom of the Opera was pretty good," he admitted. "The Phantom was more than a little insane..." he added. Suddenly he got the image of a small abused child being sent into the basements of TMA, raising himself in his twisted fantasies and eventually falling in love with one of the students. Ridiculous but faintly amusing.
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