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Karyuudo Seraph
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Date Posted: 09/11/04 12:36:58pm Sat
He had slept rather well, despite the fact that he had been sleeping sitting up, with his sword against his chest and held close WITH his back against a corner. There was only one way to reach him, coming directly at him, and that wasn’t going to be an easy task in itself. When he had awoken from his rest, about four hours later, he had remained in his position, unmoving …brooding silently.
His mind swirled, voices raging within him, whispering, seducing. He ignored them now, rather easily actually. Still his eyes were dark, his body tense with anticipation. Where they truly coming? Even here in this vaunted place of holy? He grinned slightly nearly insanely. If any were to come here, they were truly to be a challenge…an adversary worth fighting! The sheer thought boiled his blood….
He remembered moving from town to town, city to city, snuffing out covens, destroying places were demons gathered searching…for the entity that had caused the massacre of Icewind. He deposed despots and tyrants, snuffing out the lives of these so-called ‘apostles’ that were bequeathed with unholy power, demons in human flesh…literally. Killing all that came after him, without second thought…hardly a moment of hesitation. The blood of innocents were on his hands…yet it mattered not. He reeked of blood, both innocent and guilty…his body a honed weapon, his mind focused beyond comprehension as he hunted. The Karyuudo.
When do you feel alive?
When I’m swinging my sword…
Why do you swing your sword?
For revenge!
Never a hesitation. After-all, he who hesitates is lost.
He smirked slightly to himself and came to his feet. The motion was jarringly quick, his speed a constant factor in all his movements. Only conscious thought allowed him the motion of normal beings, a forced action really, already natural motion was decidedly above normal…easily. Idly he yawned, his mithril wings stretching wide, barely contained in the expanse of the room, muscles stretching and joints popping. His sword rested easily in his left hand, a true comfort to him in his life his sword was his best and almost only friend. Walking over to the bed he pulled a shirt over his scarred yet well toned body and pulled the trench-coat back on. Fastening the sword back into place on his back he stepped out of the room and headed down the steps of the inn. The inn keeper smiled at him, he didn’t smile back. What did the inn keeper care? He had been paid handsomely for the room…the man could do whatever he wished.
Stepping out onto the street, Seraph blinked. It was still dark, and he smirked. He took off in the direction of the castle. In his sleep he had felt the stirrings of the spirit world as a being crossed the barrier. The black wind had whispered of it. Smirking again he went towards the location of this whisper. Feet taking him along the routes quickly and silently….
There.
He skidded to a halt at the castle wall, again he ran up its height, his feet taking him up the surface before he had to reach up and pull himself onto it. Silent as death he crept past the guards along the parapet and vanished into the shadows of the courtyard. In moments he appeared in big Emi’s window, his eyes instantly focusing on the new-comer. He rested there on the sill crouched, his right hand hovering over the hilt of his weapon. He looked very much like an assassin his silver and red shoulder length hair rustling in the breeze amethyst eyes cold.
“who are you….and why are you here? You have five seconds to answer…”
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