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Date Posted: 10:19:45 07/22/02 Mon
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Zenra.
's message, "Possible." on 20:12:16 07/21/02 Sun
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed uncaringly, unconcerned really. He smiled a charming smile, completely full of warmth and normality, though the situation was decidedly not normal. Where was he anyways? He stood before the Goddess, in her full splendor… damn she’s beautiful… amethyst wings folded around him as he knelt low, long strands of violet suffused with white dangling before his face. Slowly he stood and the smile was hauntingly familiar….something innocent, and yet responsible suffused with a calm knowledge…it screamed of someone that knew more than he should…it screamed of a sudden responsibility deposited on young shoulders…it screamed of Magus…and yet it screamed of more…something else, no...someone else….someone close to her.
Slowly he spoke, wings re-sheathing themselves along his back. “Greetings Goddess… although you probably know who I am, I’ll introduce myself anyways….I’m Mishael Akenzeru…” he smiled charmingly, the point of fangs barely being seen in the smile, and yet something in his eyes spoke of a master predator biding its time, resting. “I’ve noticed that the weave is not what it should be…there are no guardians….this matter must be rectified m’lady. And while I know its not my responsibility, I know that if I have the power to help I should, and I do have the power…”
Movement was detected faster than imagination, hardly perceptible…and yet this was quicker. Eyes flared instantly consumed in an ivory flame that suddenly vanished….the bolt was faster yet, as it leapt from him. It tore through reality, leaving a blinding flash of incandescent light as it accelerated through a Genesis Point, the Point infusing it with chaos, order, and more important, Soul. It flared on a multi-planar scale repeating its destructive force on all realms of life and death, striking with a lethal force undeniable to all but a few immortals. The shadow guardian fell from the darkness, dead, its essence torn from it as it collapsed to the ground before becoming nothing but motes of ash. Briefly, for the briefest second its image wavered in the air….a pitch black bird of prey with crimson eyes, a plume of feathers resting on its forehead arrayed splendidly around a crimson jewel. Avarikai.
“I think dad would have called that..Soul lightning…” he smiled blinking slowly. That gave it away as quickly as anything should have…Zenra would know, that only one being in Ayenee truly had such control over that destructive force, only one being could have made him so familiar…her eyes would have widened at this point as she asked…just to be sure…just to be completely sure….
“who is your father?”
Mishael cocked his head to the right and arched his eyebrow a brief look of confusion on his face… “well I was told that dad’s name was Seraph…Seraph Icewind Daniray Shiragen. Among the Escalvone he was known as…Storm Dragon.” He smiled again…the Child of Genesis smiled a look of innocence and normality permeating his being….
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