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| The Harder They Fall; Open | |
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| Topic Started: Thu Aug 19, 2010 12:57 pm (165 Views) | |
| Virgil | Thu Aug 19, 2010 12:57 pm Post #1 |
 
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It is true what they say; That ignorance is bliss. The intelligent will always suffer more in every situation. They are the ones who understand the gravity of things. They are the ones who have a deeper understand of what is happening. Being aware can cause harm, and alot of it. Virgil sat on a rock near a small bubbling spring up in the hills. The area seemed dead all throughout the hills, but the closer to Virgil you were the more you could feel a presense in the clearing. The air around him was almost as if it was pulsing with his heartbeat. As if it were the breath of a god arching above Virgil, helping him become part of his created enviroment. Virgil had his eyes closed and was concentrating on the energy of the nature around him. Learning magic came very easily to some, but for Virgil it took emense concentration, but its not like he had a choice. It was learn or die, and for the intelligent death can be to much on the mind. Admittingly, he was getting better. He was becoming more intune with the elements around him. He could feel the firmness of the earth under his rock. The viscosity of the water in the pool in front of him. The life in the forrestry around him. To a mage, nature can be a living breathing poetry. Water began to rise from the pool in a small thin strand. It began to make liquid movements as Virgil slightly swayed his head relaxingly. The water dropped back into the pool as Virgil broke his concentration, and he opened his eyes peering straight ahead across the small spring. He felt vibrations in the earth. Footsteps. He sat on his rock waiting for this visitor to appear from out of the forrest. Edited by Virgil, Fri Aug 20, 2010 12:09 pm.
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| Rimmon Mikayles | Sat Sep 25, 2010 3:22 am Post #2 |
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Another day on the run, finding different types of creatures she's never seen before with every turn. She was in her human form, having altered herself slightly so she appeared as though she were in her early teens. Her body still looked small and fragile, but the magic eminating from this child was abnormal. Anyone who worked with magic would be able to sense her. She had no idea how to subdue her aura so that others couldn't sense it. These hills, she found very beautiful. It was a shame the plants made a mess of her clothing. At least none of the plants were sharp. For that, she was very thankful. Her bare feet weren't very happy, though, she had to admit. If she could just shapeshift into her demon form, travelling wouldn't be an issue. However, she had only transformed once, and she didn't really enjoy the experience. Her clothing looked raggy; her pants held up by rope and her shirt fit her snugly. It didn't have holes or anything, it was just unclean and made her obviously poor. The only thing (other than her aura) that gave away her heritage were her eyes. Dark orbs, meant for dark areas. There was a sliver of vibrant colour on one side of each eye, but other than that, her eyes are very dark, possessing more black than anything else. Her nails looked more like bloody claws, as well. As she neared a clearing, she caught a strange energy in the air. She had felt it before... the Drow that raised her had a similar energy. She stopped beside one of the trees, standing in its shadow so the sun wouldn't hurt her eyes. The child stood there, looking out into the clearing, looking for the source of this strange energy. |
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