Morziak
The Shadows Become The Light
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Post by Morziak on Mar 11, 2007 8:07:45 GMT
Morziak moved through the shadows with effortless ease, his power over the shadows allowing him to move swiftly through any solid object. His emergence from the shadows inside of a small, stoned walled room with a stone pedestal in the centre enough to make him smile evilly. He stepped forward, hand reaching out for the object he wanted...
A sudden searing pain roared through him, his entire body becoming alive in the pain. He tried to dislodge himself from the body he had created but the pain prevented his escape. The pain forced him to fall to his knees, an inhuman cry escaping his lips. His hair flew out at the side as a numbing sensation washed over him.
Falling face first into the stone floor, barely conscious, he forced his shadows to come to him, swallowing him whole as the pain slowly began to return.
His shadows knew not where to take him, except for the one place where they knew... where he had created his bodies, in the cold depths of the dungeons.
He emerged from the shadows lying on his back, looking at the cieling, his body and mind numb to his surroudings. No thoughts went through his mind, nothing went through his body. Nothing at all. He stared at the large, cavernous roof and heard a voice from somewhere nearby, totally dismissing it all together...
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Post by alenna on Mar 28, 2007 20:44:35 GMT
So there was Enna, cheerfully humming to her favorite tune in the dungeons where she had accedentally dropped one of her essay down its steps. She was careful not to make a sound except for the occasional hum that just burst from her mouth.
As Enna found her lost parchment, she noticed something dark on the floor, something very dark and still. She stiffled the scream that came involuntarily from her thin lips, her delicated body quivering.
"W-who's t-there?" she whispered, her voice shaking from fright.
Enna observed the thing lying on the floor, not sure what to make of it. She had heard of night ghasts, but never really encountered one. Was this creature a night ghast? She wasn't sure, but one thing was positive, it looked like it was in pain.
Instantly her soft and caring instincts told her to crouch down beside the thing and check for wounds. And she did, but before she could check the wounds, she looked into the things face...a student? No...a man. Enna placed her hand delicatedly by her sides, waiting for the man to answer her question.
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