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Damuthca
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Date Posted: 05/ 4/05 6:16:06pm Wed
In reply to:
Emi
's message, "Er." on 05/ 4/05 11:31:41am Wed
Damuthca's head only nodded as he slowly picked Tyrsis up and flew off a few hundred feet, out of sight as he slowly put Tyrsis gently down. His claws let go of their embrace gently, hesitantly, the entire manner seemingly flowing from the great dragonic beast. The trees themselves hushed, the birds went to their nests, huddling as Damuthca only stared at Tyrsis.
With a roar, the seal broke, and as the loud agonizing pain as joints moved and forced themselves into a more compact, more frail frame of that as a Escalvonian Forgotten, Damuthca's expression never changed, nor did the atmosphere.
It seemed like the pain of transformation lingered as he knelt down and gently held Tyrsis's hand within his own, his long hair gently cascading down like a veil of mourning as he slowly flapped his wings.
" Forgive me , my love. I have come to truly love you. However, I cannot respect your wishes now. " He said, slowly standing up , each muscle suddenly rushing with energy as the Dragon came out instantly within his hands. His hands caressing the handle for a moment, the knowing fingers gently gripping , the ornate blade briefly glowing as he flapped his wings once more.
Not noticable, his eariler flapping had been clearing a fine layer of dust, revealing large lines surrounding Tyrsis. His dark eyes, invisible beneath the mane of his hair as he danced around Tyrsis, his blade arcing downward as he neatly parted each of the lines, missing the woman by mere inches with a few passes as his blade came up, after each slash..
Covered in some dark liquid.
Blood arcing down, a few droplets landing upon his person and upon Tyrsis as he continued to part the lines, even as they moved of their own accord, forming a very complicated arcane sigil. His feet, twirling like a dancer as he always avoided moving the lines, his body a blur , a whirlwind of beauty and grace, droplets of sweat ebbing down his forehead as he concentrated.
Then it was over, the dance ending as suddenly as it began. Sweat pouring down his face, hitting the ground, and mixing with the jewels that also fell from his face as the final metallic ring echoed hollowly as he sheathed his sword. Holding himself there, too numb, too drained to do anything else but pant as despair in physical form ran up and down his frame like wildfire, consuming all other thoughts and dreams, incinderating his ambitions and goals as he slowly fell over Tyrsis.
" You did well my friend. " Came a voice, a blue crystaline door opening besides the two. Neatly sliced from reality, the blue door seemed to hold the eternal astral plane within, yet from within a shadow grew, manifesting itself in another blink of an eye as the Emperor slowly smiled at the two, though his features were well hidden beneath all the clothing and armor that marked his station.
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