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Wyrd.
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Date Posted: 16:38:04 02/24/03 Mon
In reply to:
Vain
's message, "No escape" on 14:29:06 02/24/03 Mon
The creature felt no anger, but the instinct. The syphoning of Null was as he had predicted. This creature would create his own demise. He stopped midleap, reality shifting and contorted into the perversion of a black hole Vain thought he could suck Wyrd into.
"Fool."
Bat-like wings spread full span, Void and Null becoming one, an acid tone to reality that seemed ungodly, undivine. Crimson eyes laid across Vain like daggers, the sheer look could cause reality to shift, and twist, and destroy, but that was not his intention. It was not what he did, either. Wyrd smiled, Void and Null intermixing and cancelling each other out, two of a kind becoming negates of each other.
The shield held strong within it's own infinate circulation loop, not one of them could leave through it, but only after it would be dropped would there be release. Wyrd hovered there in the air, even as each tendril of Void disappeared, his own Null negating it. This was one of the stalemates.
Wyrd smiled even more, if he was right, and this...Vain was absorbing anything from him, it would in the end destroy him. Wyrd could not be corupted, nor could his own powers be used against him, even taken from him. He was the focal point, and he was the end of all things. If Vain did absorb anything from him, it would eat him from the inside out. He was foolish if he would think otherwise.
"You're right, you are not the one who can destroy me, nor can you best me. This now comes down to the climax, which I shall enjoy. You have nothing I want, nor anything I need to become more. Now it is all to the point of who's better. You will fall...to my talons."
Wyrd lowered to the non-ground where they stood, held in simple suspention within the globe. His tail rose, and the razor bone emerged. He held it like a scopion ready to strike, his front lowers slightly to the ground as though a predator ready to pounce. Wings spread to their fullest, a bird of prey twisted to look like some kind of unholy hybrid of Chaos.
Demon, crystal dragon, shadow watcher, guardian, vampire, angel, forgotten.
Each distinct creature could be seen in the design, manipulated in such a way to never be unmade, unmanipulated. Wyrd smiled.
This would be......fun.
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