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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 25, 2011 10:54:59 GMT -5
Hey there~ Don't even worry about it. XD This site is rather undead at the moment, but I'm happy to continue if you are. Though I'll have to admit I won't be able to reply to this until after this weekend. It's a busy time for me, but after Otakon I'll be back.))
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 6, 2011 20:43:03 GMT -5
The beast's rumble made him shift, automatically moving into a position that would be easier to drive his impromptu stave into it. He did not think about that action, or the fact that this serpent would not be moving if not for his student's control. It was simply something bred in his bones at this point. Her question reached him, and it was a understandable question to ask. As a Border Guard, it was his business to know. Her face was slowed, cool, at odds with her eyes, as was her voice. He didn't see hate there. It reminded him of a great woman, though her hair had been unusually dark, almost brown.
"The Academy choses those who attend it. It lies between time and places, I was told. It is... findable, but not easy... not easy to find." His eyes were on the far shore, where the castle loomed misty and brilliant, those thousands of windows like filmy stars in the gloom. "Demons know of it, for my master sent me here. Perhaps other places and people do as well. Even then it is not without protection. It is very rare that I must chase an enemy from these shores. It is something you will not be required to do."
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Post by acro.[Nymph] on Aug 7, 2011 21:45:05 GMT -5
Kleora's eyes momentarily hardened and she nodded once before that usual, unmistakable glint returned to her pulsating green eyes. She smiled casually and peered over her shoulder to make out the Academy through the mist. Almost there. Aside from her overall physically subdued state, Kleora showed no signs of her true level of exhaustion. Beneath the murky waters, the pale, rotted underbelly of the resurrected serpent was slowly but certainly falling to pieces. Scales drifted like feather on the wind down into the muck far below the lake's surface, though the mighty snake showed no signs of weakness. It fed off of Kleora, who would do anything to keep it alive.
"Are there many others like me?" she mused offhandedly, half-lidded eyes idly scanning the ghostly landscape.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 10, 2011 22:55:15 GMT -5
Deshivavihsved watched the waters with a trained eye, knowing that more than often the threat waited until the last. But Kleora was strong, and her deathbeast large, even if rotting. It did not surprise him that nothing challenged them. He wondered of raising her to her heights. Powerful students were often pulled toward the disobedience of their teachers. So far, however, she had been polite and calm. So far. She reminded him of a prophet, with her confident gate and honey-slow gaze, seeing all. Her questions saw too. He felt that perhaps the Lady meant him to receive her, for what else could it be? He would lead this girl in the Lady's footsteps, and withhold nothing.
"There were. There was a time when many death raisers were in this school, but they dwindled. They dwindled until there was only one left. My master tells me that his hair was like blood. He was corrupted by the Lady, though, and murder grew too sweet on his soul. My master tells me that it was his great friend that faced him in the end and led him to the grave." His pastel eyes sought hers through the gaping holes of his mask, solemn and glassy.
"I tell you these tales because I wish to stay you from the fates of these people."
At last they reached the far shore, one much more welcoming than the one behind it. The sand was a warm color, and past the dunegrass was a lawn of emerald, unpocked and unscorched, that ran like a blanket up to the castle walls. Here the many window lights yellowed the mist like a fire, brightening the area around them in a quiet way that spoke of a home.
Her mentor had already jumped down, the water splashing up around him. He had come from a land drowned and this bothered him not. Not knowing much of her strange hold over those lost to the Lady, he still thought that maybe she would have to do something with her deathbeast. And when she was done that, he had a gift for her.
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Post by acro.[Nymph] on Aug 14, 2011 0:49:28 GMT -5
Something--a darkness, a wisdom--passed over Kleora then as Deshivavihsved finished speaking. Her eyes narrowed onto him, seeing past him to something that could not be seen. She thought about her home, what it used to be, and her family. She remembered their faces, and the demons hiding behind their eyes--the very ones that had poisoned Kleora's mind so many years ago with thoughts of abandonment and shame. Kleora stared through Deshivavihsved now, once again accepting her reality as a truth. Blinking, the darkness passed as quickly as it had come, and the odd, characteristic gleam returned to her pulsating eyes. "Perhaps," she began casually, standing upon the great serpent to take in the full view of the Academy. "These people you speak of, the ones that were lost, will still have something to say..." Behind her words, she spoke only to herself. As Deshivavihsved stepped from her creature's back and into the murky water, Kleora placed one slender palm against her pet's slick neck, leaning against it lightly. The giant snake lowered its head and brought her right up to the sand, where she stepped off and turned to bid her creation farewell. The serpent peered straight into the eyes that matched its own, seeing, not Kleora, but Kleora's soul. She smiled and lifted her hands to gently embrace the snake's skeletal head, pressing her cool forehead to its decayed skull. Her eyes closed and she smiled. Humming quietly, the Necromancer whispered her sincere thanks to the risen monster, grinning evermore as it groaned deep in its rotting throat. Sighing, something liken to sadness ringing in its tone, Kleora stepped away from the snake. Her eyes were suddenly intense and focused, matching her voice. " Nos participes gratiae gratum.[/i]" Both her eyes and those of the giant snake flashed brilliantly, the green light nearly engulfing the pair as Kleora's words echoed through the air. Instantaneously, Kleora's whip hissed through the air, seemingly splitting apart the show of light. It struck the serpent between the eyes, causing it to screech and rear its head. All at once, the snake broke down into nothing more than decrepit, skeletal remains, all flesh having almost dissolved into the air. As the light faded and Kleora knelt gently in the sand, a fine mist could be seen rising from where the serpent used to be, first slithering high into the air and then falling to disperse beneath the murky lake water. Kleora, looking one part sad and two parts tired, sighed as her eyes lost their pulsating glow, running her thin fingers through the soft sands of Twilight Moon Academy. "Well then," she chimed, voice nonchalant. "Now what?" *We part in grace and gratitude [/size][/color][/right]
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 14, 2011 20:35:00 GMT -5
He watched as if it were a funeral, but then again, there were few things Devshivavihsved did that did not speak of one. The way of her that she showed it, he had rarely seen its like.
"It seems that you love these creatures you raise, however briefly," he murmured wonderingly. He stabbed his impromptu weapon into the sand and removed from his pack a small pouch wrapped in something waxy. It gleamed with water, but the contents were dry. A pouch within a pouch, and this one a shimmering white velvet. Inside was a glass orb, strangely fragile looking. Inside was a twirling trail of the palest blue and green, twisting in upon itself endlessly through what seemed to be ice.
He offered it to her dutifully, though his stare was still quizzical.
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Post by acro.[Nymph] on Aug 14, 2011 22:49:23 GMT -5
She stared at him from her place in the sand, her expression hiding something crazed behind something (possibly) wise. "I love them," she began, voice somewhat detached. "Because they love me." Slowly, Kleora stood and absentmindedly wiped the sand away from her skin where it had clung to her body. Her eyes watched Deshivavihsved with a cool interest, narrowing onto the small pouch that seemed to almost defy logic. She liked it; her eyes shimmered.
"What is that?" she chimed, stepping closer to examine the small orb Deshivavihsved held out to her. At first she seemed tentative, almost unwilling to touch it, but then it's aesthetic appeal struck a nerve and she reached out a slender hand. Her fingertips gently brushed the orb's surface, Kleora completely fixated on the way its colors appeared to wriggle with life. Gently, she took the trinket from Deshivavihsved and cradled it in her palm, holding it nearer eye level to examine it more closely. Its colors were reflected in her gaze.
"What is this?"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 16, 2011 0:43:40 GMT -5
He laughed, a short, mechanical sound, devoid of any of the humor that laughs were traditionally meant to carry. A smile did not even touch his face for it, though she would not be able to see that. His eyes, however, had a faint tightness around them. And yet he was to be her teacher. She was dangerous. Oh so dangerous.
The orb felt like ice, freezing to the touch, but it did not seem to have any more weight than would a feather or a leaf of paper. The swirling contents, bright in the dim light, seemed now to gravitate more toward her touch.
"A Nulled Orb," her teacher explained. "There was a people that captured the spirits of the land inside gems like these and used their powers to do great things. When the spirit died, the orbs were considered nulled. This ghost of a spirit inside will serve you well, though. She knows we are not the ones that imprisoned her. If you choose to summon her, you will never be long lost, though your enemies may be. And in desperate situations she may do more for you."
***Kleora received Nulled Orb*** It is cold in my hands, I feel that it stares without eyes. Using this orb will summon a Forsaken Spirit, also known as a Perished Gemsold Sprite. In death she has power yet; it requires very little energy to summon her. She can coat a battlefield like a fog, fooling enemies with phantom shapes just out of sight, but her summoner will always be able to walk true to her destination.
"Have you questions? We may not meet again for a time."
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Post by acro.[Nymph] on Aug 16, 2011 20:58:21 GMT -5
ooc:// Sorry it's so short!!
The chill of the orb was hardly a contrast against the temperature of Kleora's palm, but something--a power, a surge--was sending chills down her arms. There was something (someone) locked inside of this tiny glass thing... Kleora's thoughts were running rampant. "She," Kleora mused in hushed voice. "I'll take care of her..." Eyes still utterly fixated on the item in her hand, the Necromancer addressed Deshivavihsved.
"I have no questions except... how am I to find you if the need arises?" Her voice was slightly detached, her fingers dancing delicately against the surface of the small orb. A soft glow of green light pulsated gently in her eyes. A Nulled Orb...
She loved it.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 18, 2011 3:45:40 GMT -5
He had not seemed to have considered that, and his pale violet gaze turned thoughtful. He saw that the gift had not been amiss. At Twilight Moon Academy, teachers traditionally presented their students with a gift upon arrival; he only could wish that it would serve his student well. In response to her question, however, he retrieved a long, thin reed whistle from his pack. There was a polish on it that showed signs of knicks, as well as other coats of polish underneath and nicks from that. This he offered her as well.
"If you are on the school grounds, it is likely I will hear it, though it is doubtful any else will." Border Guards were conditioned to be able to hear the shrill sound beyond hearing, and by some trick of physics or magic (he was not the one to ask which), its sound carried very, very far. They had used to use them in lands without a quicker means of signalling that something was wrong. A smile touched his face, one that would have looked extremely out of place had it been visible, though it was genuine. "Dogs may not like you for a while afterward, however," he added blandly.
"If that is all, the time is now yours. When classes begin again, I will find you. Search out your room, or fellow students."
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Post by acro.[Nymph] on Aug 18, 2011 11:07:12 GMT -5
Kleora received the whistle with a quiet thanks, running her fingertips down the length of the reed and becoming familiar with its flaws. She hadn't even been at the Academy for one hour, and already she was seeing and learning things so utterly foreign to her. The young Necromancer took a step closer to Deshivavihsved, head tilting slightly to one side as she peered through the eye slits in his mask. Her stare was not at all hostile or abrasive, but it was indeed focused--intense, in a way. She was remembering him, committing his eyes to long-term memory. He was helpful, useful, and (most importantly) she enjoyed his strangeness.
Nodding once to herself, Kleora smiled, the intensity falling away from her striking eyes. "Thank you," she remarked casually. "I'll go now." Abruptly, she pivoted around and took several quick steps forward, pausing momentarily to turn back to Deshivavihsved once more. Her eyes flashed and she performed something like a half-bow before taking off in full-stride toward the Academy.
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