Go Forth -- Destiny Islands [Open]

Mar 23, 2007 19:52

Slade stepped onto the sand of the beach. He couldn't really feel it on his feet, because his boots were thick and lined with metal. Despite this, the change in texture on the ground was noticeable to his carefully controlled sense of balance. He moved just as smoothly over the sand as he did the hard floor of his Mistress's castle ( Read more... )

raziel, slade

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prophecysreaver March 24 2007, 03:41:20 UTC
'My sire had been fond of astrology, perhaps even moreso after he had made that fateful decision all those eons ago to damn Nosgoth and to rule over a crumbling empire. Long were the nights when he stared at the heavens above, seeking to decipher the mysteries of those inscrutable bodies and to divine what the future held in store for himself and for his world. More than once I had fed him from my own veins, driven to such a desperate state due to his neglect of his physical body during such long meditations.'

'I thought about this as I watched the sky over the village. Countless stars were being thrown from their places, untimely ripped and cast into oblivion. Indeed, no more suitable herald for the fate of the island could be found; the irony, the symbolism, was not lost to me. And for one with ambitions as great as my new-found mistress's? I was certain that this would not be the last to suffer such a fate ( ... )

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halfmaskedhero March 24 2007, 16:58:20 UTC
Slade turned his attention back to Raziel. His eye narrowed slightly.

It was time for him to think and consider. If he had been in his own world he would have taken his time and planned very carefully. He would have gathered as much information as possible and then acted, but that didn't seem to be the way that his Mistress acted. She was graceful but it was clear that her temper wasn't exactly filled with patience.

Slade was silent for a long pause. "It's simple," he said. "They need to fear and be destroyed. One look at you..." He trailed off and let his gaze move up and down over Raziel's body. "Should be enough to send one of them screaming, but what fun is that? You will go to that village and make their hearts and hopes so weak that they will fall quickly before our Mistress' power."

He needed to keep up appearances after all, no reason to make Raziel think he wasn't anything but completely loyal to the witch.

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prophecysreaver March 25 2007, 03:56:42 UTC
'In truth, my warden could have ceased speaking after the first pause. One look at me was enough to send most humans screaming- the only difference was whether they screamed in rage and attacked me, or screamed in fear and ran away. But that was not the only power I had at my disposal; quite the contrary, those who fled were often the wiser of the two possibilities ( ... )

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