"The spring seethes and the river surges...
please guide that dark sky...
the power to pursue a beautiful dream...
amen."

[ Darkness was something familiar to Deathwing, but not the sort he awoke to; dizzying and unsteadying, he found his head spinning as scarred eyes cracked open to greet Paradisa. Shifting a little, he grunted at the prickling at his ( Read more... )

( private, dream; )

[ Deathwing opens up this particular entry with a somber tone. After journeying for several days, he stands on the outskirts of Paradisa's domain, the very edge of the world. Looking over it with not a hint of trepidation, just determination, he quirks a small, sad smile. ]

I'm not one for religion. Gods can't save me where I've gone. Gods are the ( Read more... )

[FLASH!

Walking through the lobby, anyone might have been forgiven for thinking it had just been struck by lightning along with that blinding sudden flare of light.

FLASH!However, they would be mistaken on second glance... The furniture of the lobby has all been pushed back to the walls and high-end photography equipment has been set up. A camera ( Read more... )

( Room 1012 Filter; DREAM AHOY )

[ In a remote corner of Paradisa, far from the eyes of mortals and far from the reach of castles, a mournful cry pierces the night. It is the cry of a beast wounded, not in body, but in soul. For Deathwing has suffered a grave loss, inflicted upon himself by his own foolishness.

He'd harmed her, the last thing he intended to do. Harmed his beloved ( Read more... )

[ There's a new face at the Death Match bar today, a grizzled one that, at the moment, has had far too many and is currently collapsed into the counter.

Deathwing had no taste for human alcohol, but upon dragging himself back to the castle after an extended recovery, a fleeting thought struck that mortals often used it to "drown away their sorrows ( Read more... )

 [ Deathwing is currently slumped against a nondescript tree in the woods, his journal lying a distance away as he dictates to it. He grips tight to the mace in his hands; though he no longer has the strength to wield it, he hopes it might ward off any potential pursuers. ]

[ filtered away from Deathwing's enemies or anyone who would pass ( Read more... )

( private )

 [ There is a demonic cat resting in the library atop one of the many tables, books piled all around it. Curled in its tail is a pen, currently scribbling furiously in an open journal. Splayed beneath its paws are a variety of texts detailing dark, forbidden magics. Sharp red eyes follow the pages, jagged claws skimming lines written in an ( Read more... )