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| God, you say? I could get used to that...; [P] Kona | |
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| Topic Started: Fri May 22, 2009 2:16 am (406 Views) | |
| Duo Animus | Fri May 22, 2009 2:16 am Post #1 |
 
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Ugh, my freaking head... thought Duo as he came to conscioussness, blinking away the lingering pain that grieved the back of his head as he began to sputter and cough. What exactly had happened...? Everything was fuzzy, but he remembered Taras... He'd been strolling around, looking for something to sate his boredom with, and he'd found... Bandits. Bandits that had tried attacking him like fools, and he'd been winning like always- until one of the sneaky bastards clocked him from behind with a club. Who knew that random bandits could learn Blink? He'd looked around in what seemed to be a dimly lit room, the only light streaming in through what he took for three round portholes in the walls. He was the only person in the room, but it seemed as if it was made to hold many more- not comfortably, by the look of things. Wherever he was, he was probably on the ocean, sailing to God knows whe- Sailing? Ocean? Water?! Within seconds, Duo had been yelling and bashing his fists against a doorway that was closing him in from the rest of the ship. Where was his knife, where were any of his possessions?! His anger peaking, he yelled out words that were barely discernable as words, before slamming his fist through the door and listening with a grin as the wood snapped and splintered. He didn't care in the least that he likely had fragments of it all under his skin now, it was the least of his worries. He tore the door from its hinges with a solid kick, emerging onto the deck. Well, a bunch of roasted pirates and retrieval of his possessions later, he somehow found himself outnumbered and being backed into a corner, unable to hold back any longer. With one well-placed jet of power, he was sent toppling over the side of the ship and into the waters below. He'd struggled and kicked and punched everywhere he could, trying to find anything to grab onto and keep afloat with, yelling like a helpless child the whole time. Fear was overcoming him, and soon, he found himself sinking beneath the waves, slipping into a cool darkness... And then he'd woken up. Where wasn't important, as long as the land was dry. The sun was setting, dark enough to not burn him, but light enough to see easily. He dragged himself onto his feet, only to collapse a moment later and curl at the waist, gagging and wretching as water was dredged up and expelled onto the beach. He laid there for what seemed like hours, while in reality was probably only minutes, spasming and shuddering as he tried again to get on his feet. He'd tried to use some of his dark magic to heal with limited success, but healing himself had never even remotely been something he was adept at. What mattered to him most right now was finding someone for him to feed off of, some way he could recuperate. Getting off this damnable island would follow that, and then he'd set that whole ship of bandits ablaze when he found them again. It wasn't long before he found himself wandering through what seemed to be a jungle, pushing away branches and ferns with a scowl as they picked at him, stopping now and again to pull leaves from his red locks. |
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| Kona | Fri May 22, 2009 2:53 am Post #2 |
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Kona crept through the trees of the vast, sprawling jungle that was oddly placed amongst a series of otherwise bare islands. It was unmarked on most maps, and almost totally unexplored save for certain… residents. It was the home of a group of primitive elves who had been cut off from the rest of civilization for elven lifetime upon lifetime. In the past there had been attempts to explore, and even colonize the island but all of the events always were met with failure in the most horrific of ways. Legend had it that the island was cursed and haunted, although some pirates have been gutsy enough to bury their treasure along the cost. If you could catch one of them in a conversation, he might mention how whenever he was there it always felt like he was being watched... as if should he dare to press further into the jungle he would surely meet death himself. These stories were not entirely untrue, for the natives were very territorial. They were also completely at home in the jungle’s winding trees and canopies. Few explorers, who are known in all their forms to the natives simply as oupati, have ever noticed the natives until they were already upon them in a wailing assault filled with carnage and the usual total annihilation of the exploring party. The hunter paused; he smelled something out of place. Then the crunches of awkward footsteps caught up with him. None of his kind would be so poorly coordinated and so very loud, which meant one thing: oupati. The native narrowed his eyes, why did they always venture to this land? Where did they come from? Why are they always so strange looking? He shook his head as he maneuvered closer to the source. There was the legend, the myth, or perhaps even a prophesy that so far had been quite true. Their island would become beset by those-who-wish-to-be-gods and they were merely foul demons who held no true godly power. It was claimed that the gods would send forth one who was fiery, brash, and violent; if they were not truthful to their gods, he would destroy them in a fiery blaze. This hadn’t quite occurred to Kona when he finally came upon the unsuspecting intruder, as at first glance he looked nearly the same as the rest of the oupati that had thus far attempted to claim their grounds. The hair was different though; it reminded him of blood. Curious prodding could wait after the intruder was dead though, so with a howling battle cry the hunter fell upon the oupati with his spear held high in attack. His war mask was down; it meant that any kills he made were but sacrifices to the god that was displayed on the mask. The gods will be pleased this day he concluded as the spear came down, his toned muscles tensed in strike. “Sacrafi kor broode dai! Oupati!” was his call in a tongue most likely unknown to the intruder, but it simply meant: “Sacrifice for Blood God!” |
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| Duo Animus | Sat May 23, 2009 2:17 am Post #3 |
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While stopping for what seemed like the hundredth time in less than an hour, Duo became aware of a certain... presence in the area. It was something familiar; the feeling of being watched, observed, stalked even. He was well acquainted with the feeling, for he had caused it in others numerous times as well as experiencing it firsthand while strolling the darkened streets of Balefire. He wondered what exactly was stalking him. If it was an animal of this oddly-forested region, well, he could use a new pet. If it was an inhabitant... Well, he could use a meal. He whirled around, not knowing who or what he would come to face as a shriek pierced the otherwise-quiet jungle. It was followed by what he took for jarbled words, but he ignored them entirely. A dark grin split his face, becoming something violent and primal within moments. His hand shot up, covered in an aura of magic as the spell he had decided on began to work. His target was humanoid, and wielding a spear, that much he could tell before the jet of pure arcane power shot forth from his hand, aimed straight at his aggressor's torso. Once he had a moment to observe carefully, he picked up on the mask that his would-be attacker wore upon his face. The mask itself was decidely unintimidating; in fact, Duo was nearly certain his normal appearance could be more disturbing if he tried. Smirking, he decided to give the fool a quick death and just drawin every bit of blood within his body, but not without getting the chance to see the fear that would hopefully cloud his eyes as he did so. With a wave of the hand, he began to forcibly try and remove the tribal mask with telekinetics, wanting to see every last line of terror that would be etched onto this person's face. |
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| Kona | Sat May 23, 2009 4:01 am Post #4 |
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(Fail Post : D) Kona was caught completely off guard by this strike that came from out of nowhere. The islander was hurled to the dirt below and he slid briefly before bumping up against a tree root. With a daze he moved to get out of the particular situation, but a tugging on his mask drew his attention away from getting up. Since he hadn’t realized what the source of that previous attack was, he deemed it a mistake on his part not to have seen the oupati’s blow coming sooner. The mask came off much to his surprise as he found the intruder to still be a few feet away. With a growl he launched into attack on the oupati again with his spear coming in for a blow that was aimed between the ribs. |
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| Duo Animus | Sat May 23, 2009 4:13 am Post #5 |
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He couldn't help but laugh at the way this idiot was thrown about by such a simple spell, watching as he bumped into one of the many trees about them. Soon he found himself holding a hand up, watching as the mask zipped towards his palm. He turned it over, looking at the item before tossing it on the ground. He smirked as the other growled and attempted a second charge, already knowing what he would do. Flames wreathed his hand in a moment, and he cast them towards the item, watching as flames enveloped it right at the savage's feet. Hopefully this small display would stop the fool in his tracks; a small display of power seemed to be all he needed. |
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| Kona | Sat May 23, 2009 4:46 am Post #6 |
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Kona froze mid strike, this time he certainly had seen the magic powers this being possessed. Only the highest members of the various deity temples had any grasp of the god-magic and so it was without further a due that he quite simply dropped the spear and fell to his knees. The act by no means appeared to be an act of cowardice, nor surrender, but simply respect and devotion. The words he spoke were for that of forgiveness for not having recognizing the being for who he was sooner. The burning mask was the perfect symbolization of the being’s idea, or so the islander thought. Should they question the order of the war gods, their city would burn just as the mask that was before him had. The whispers of prayer continued until he came to a proper conclusion and looked up slightly, but never met eyes with Duo. To do such a thing without their permission would mean instant death and punishment for what can be seen through a god’s eye is more than any mortal man could comprehend. Even after his spoken words, an after thought remained in a repeating state: “Forgive me for ignorance of your identity, my god”. He shuddered as he felt the presence of the newly dubbed deity draw near. |
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| Duo Animus | Sat May 23, 2009 9:39 pm Post #7 |
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The small show of flames he put on gave exactly the result he had expected: the savage stopped in his tracks, meaning he had the chance to strike while the idiot was busy. Just as Duo was about to summon forth the power required to make the being burst into flames, he realized that his stalker had fallen to the ground on his knees, which he at first took to be begging for mercy. Rolling his eyes, he prepared to cast his spell, but stopped yet again as he heard the whispered murmurings from the other. Raising an eyebrow, he lowered his hand, the red glow in his eyes fading and being replaced by a violet one. From what the thoughts of this human showed, the creature took him as a God, something Duo found very amusing. He had planned on draining this man- or rather teen, as he was coming to realize- of his blood, but now his mind was changing. If he did that now, where would that land him? Granted, he would be operating on a full stomach, but he'd still be trapped on this damnable island. No, he'd let the boy live, in the hopes that he would be led to some form of society, where he could find a way off the isle. He took a step towards Kona, looking down as the other looked up. There came a few moments of awkward silence, for Duo realized that he had no way of communicating with the teenager. It was all he could do to crouch down before him, placing a hand under his chin and then pulling up so that they were both standing. "Village," he said, trying to put things simply so that he might understand. He pointed to Kona, then to himself, saying, "People. Take. Me. To. People." Maybe if he spoke slowly enough, the other would understand him. |
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| Dryan | Sat May 23, 2009 9:51 pm Post #8 |
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(Gosh dang it, I could have sworn I logged in as Kona!) Kona remained completely still save for the steady rise and fall of his chest; ready to accept death for his disgrace to his god. The deities were fierce beings, even the god of the living was cruel for it was within his power to let those faithful live forever yet he chose not to. Nobody but perhaps the highest shaman of their society knew, and they were always shrouded in secrecy. When he felt no blow, but rather his god lifting his gaze to meet the other’s it came as a shock. The native took on a dazed expression, completely baffled at the mercy presented to him. Kona did not stay like that for much longer as the god began communicating in his god-speak, to which Kona was in awe of. The hand signals were enough though and with a nod he scooped up his spear and began to pace back towards the village. He looked back and waited for his god to follow before moving on further. |
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| Duo Animus | Sat May 23, 2009 10:04 pm Post #9 |
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Grinning, he strode after Kona, secure in his triumph. Perhaps there would be somebody at the place he was being guided to that would understand him, someone to communicate his 'Godly whims' with. He followed with a smirk the entire time, already thinking to himself about how he could probably grow to enjoy life on this island, if all went according to the way things were happening in his mind. The sooner they reached the village, the better. The island was thankfully cooling off as nighttime approached, but it was still disgustingly humid. Of course he wasn't complaining when he noticed how Kona looked at the moment; the image was incredibly pleasing. Each small movement brought a new way his muscles would ripple, and Duo found himself licking his lips with an almost predatory glint in his eyes. He was definitely going to enjoy his time on this island. |
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| Kona | Sat May 23, 2009 10:21 pm Post #10 |
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The islander came to stop before a clearing in the jungle, where vast walls made of wood designed to keep the predators of the forest out made for an imposing view. On a few of the spikes that made up the wall were some skulls and some looking a bit more like recent kills. They were mostly a warning to keep out if you didn’t belong, but as it was both of them belonged and one happened to be visiting as a god. Kona gave a shout and then another which was answered with a long cheer of praises from behind the walls. There was a shuffling and soon part of the wall was pulled back on a primitive hinge and Duo was presented the village in its entirety. Scattered about the now apparent vast clearing were a number of small wooden huts and some larger ones where the majority lived, but in the center was something that seemed to belong to another land entirely. Made from solid gold the vast temple rose from the center of the village, it served three purposes: the king’s home, the place of worship and at its highest peak was the palace of the gods which was a complex all its own. A crowd which was comprised of practically every islander was huddled at the gate and as their eyes fell upon the being Kona had claimed to be one of their gods come to visit them, they all in turn fell to their knees with a bow. Shortly the king and highest shaman approached the so-claimed-good and the shaman gave Kona a stern stare for him to join the rest in worship. Kona obliged and settled down like the rest, allowing the king, the shaman, and their lord a moment. The king had no true purpose in religious affairs, but it was his responsibility to ensure that the shaman’s requirements were carried out, and it would be his head on the stake should it not be up to standards. The shaman was one well versed in the arcane and so took an instant understanding to the “god-speak”. With a hushed, respectful tone he inquired, “Have you come at long last to ensure our loyalty to your power?” the shaman turned his eyes down from the “god” and was silent as he awaited both judgment and an answer. Once that was received he simply stated, “I will prepare your ceremony… I know now whom shall be your sacrifice,” the shaman took a glance towards the worshiping Kona, and then back to Duo’s feet, “is there anything I may do to ensure your comfort before I begin preparations?” |
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| Duo Animus | Sun May 24, 2009 2:10 am Post #11 |
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He waited, tapping his foot impatiently as Kona gave a shout and the gate swung open slowly. The skulls atop did nothing to intimidate him, for they were nothing new to him. He looked around at the village; everything seemed primitive and ramshackle, at best. He could knock a hut down in seconds, given the opportunity. Almost giving up hope of seeing anything interesting, his eyes finally fell upon the titanic structure crafted from gold that was erected in the middle of the city. He would have stared longer in awe at the structure that dwarfed him, but he began to notice the villagers crowding around them. He tensed for a moment, ready to attack and expecting that he was about to be beset by savages, but instead he found them humbling themselves before him. Relaxing, he allowed a smirk onto his face, watching as two villagers that were adorned far differently than the others appeared. His guide had joined the people kneeling prostrate before him, but that was unimportant to him for the moment. It gave him a sense of long-awaited satisfaction to hear one of them speaking his native tongue, listening as the shaman spoke. He said nothing, allowing him to finish while he mulled the words over. They really did take him for a God... He could have cackled on the spot. He glanced at Kona as the shaman did, wondering exactly what the man had meant when he designated Kona as a sacrifice. Well, that just wouldn't do. "I want that one alive," he said sternly, pointing a finger at Kona as he spoke. Lifting his other hand, which was wreathed in flames, he added, "Understand me?" |
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| Kona | Sun May 24, 2009 3:58 am Post #12 |
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Kona shifted slightly as he felt the gaze of the two holiest beings present fall on him and he felt an understanding of what they were discussing. It was fairly obvious, as it was often told that he who made contact with a god would be the most fitting of sacrifices. Besides, he had practically insulted to god by attacking him and mislabeling him for an oupati. The shaman nodded slowly, “You will have as you desire as it is not my place to decide how you want your offering. He will still be presented to you though.” The shaman bowed and let two lower members lead Duo to his palace. Meanwhile the head shaman stepped over to Kona and raised him to his feet and motioned the hunter to follow. Kona willingly continued after, at least pleased to be making up for his ignorance, even if it meant he was doomed to sacrifice. Yet that was a high honor in their society to be sacrificed to the gods. Duo was eventually leaded to the top mot portion of the temple that was the god-palace and statues of their gods were displayed around the entrance. One in particular looked disturbingly similar to Duo. Coincidence? Perhaps, though it could also be fate. The palace itself, while being but one large open aired room, was lavishly furnished with all sorts of luxuries to which it could be concluded that they had been taken from captured ships. A fine bed, a number of cushions and expensive chairs were but part of the display, and it was all free for Duo to use as he pleased. Kona found himself in a part of the temple who very few had ever entered. It was restricted to the highest shaman and the person of sacrifice themselves. So it was under the circumstances of being an offering, if not quite a sacrifice, to their claimed god. The shaman began marking Kona’s body with the ritual symbols and such while giving a ritual chant. Once he was prepared for his perhaps final walk through the village, and to come before his god, Kona let out a long sigh. This was not what he had expected to have happen to him, he had expected to live out his life and perhaps die at the fangs of a tiger or something when he was finally too old to hunt successfully. As the ceremony began, Kona found himself walking up the steps flanked by the king and head shaman. Intricate markings were all over him in the color of blood. His eyes were down in submission as he was placed before Duo. While he had been prepared, Duo had been presented with clothes befitting his rank. It was up to him to pick what he wanted from the wardrobe though. To pick a god’s clothes for him was practically an insult. The shaman bowed to Duo and backed off along with the king, “May you find our people most hospitable.” The crowd that was gathered around the base of the temple gave out a loud chant that grew in speed until it came to a loud climax and ebbed off. Kona looked slightly up to Duo, and then right back down. It was his choice what happened next. |
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| Duo Animus | Sun May 24, 2009 4:28 pm Post #13 |
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"Works for me," he said curtly, ending the conversation right there. He followed the two lower members of the society, looking up the long golden set of stairs to the top with a grimace. Did they truly expect a God to venture up them by foot? No, instead of walking, he merely glanced to the very top of the temple, where the entrance was, and allowed himself to teleport straight there, leaving his guides behind to blink in confusion. His gaze fell upon the statue that shared his features, wondering just what God it was. "Probably fire," he said aloud, musing to himself. All in all, he was coming to enjoy this place. Unlike Balefire, everything was well-furnished, a veritable treasure trove for him to play around in. Running and jumping, he plunged into a pile of cushions, rolling around for a few seconds while giggling like a child. This came to an abrupt stop when others entered the area. He stood slowly, walking towards the minor assembly that had gathered before him. In the time between entering the temple and being where he was now, he had picked out new attire consisting mainly of what he took for silken garments, very loose and very light. He folded his arms across his chest, ignoring the shaman, and the king, and the chanting crowd. He waited for them to leave, focused only upon Kona as the other looked up at him. Without a word, he turned around on his heel, walking to the large bed and sitting upon the edge, feet dangling over the edge as he felt the sheets. They were soft, probably velvet. He lightly patted the spot next to him, giving Kona a clear indication of where he was to go. |
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| Kona | Sun May 24, 2009 4:38 pm Post #14 |
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Kona blinked a few times as Duo simply left him; not quite sure how to comprehend that. Risking what could possibly be taken as an insult, he looked up to watch where his god had traveled and noticed him signaling him over. Abiding by the demand he willingly walked over, and taking the hint, settled down next to him. His face was a look of confusion; he wasn’t dead yet. Surely the being next to him would have wanted something sacrificed in blood, but perhaps he had approved of their village that much? That spark filled him with subtle joy; to have the approval of a god was a mighty thing. The native turned his head down and awaited what would be asked of him next. |
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| Duo Animus | Mon May 25, 2009 3:32 am Post #15 |
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Hmph, poor kid looked confused as Hell, and not without good reason. Duo's eyes took on a light purple glow, allowing him to gaze into the other's thoughts, offering him some insight into what exactly the other was thinking about. The first thing he learned was that his name seemed to be Kona... As a way of testing this, he placed a finger in the middle of the teen's chest, asking, "Kona?" as he did so. Without waiting for an answer, he withdrew his hand, pointed to himself in the same manner, and said, "Duo." He had a feeling the other would understand; so far, he'd proven fairly intelligent. Their names apparently established, he was feeling a bit more familiar with the other already. It wasn't long before he felt hungry again, though, which prompted him to wave a hand over to where his cloak had been set down. His dagger lifted from it, flying to his hand as he grasped Kona's wrist somewhat lightly. Something made him want to avoid making the other a vampire or killing him, so this was his alternative. He waited a moment for the other to be sure of what was going on before he slid the blade along his arm horizontally, nearer to the elbow to avoid cutting anything that would severely harm him. Once the blood was flowing, he quickly placed his open mouth against the wound, drinking and feeding on the ruby droplets with only very little care at the moment. Finally reaching a point where he was at least a little bit less hungry, he pulled himself away, taking a corner of the sheet and pressing it against the still-leaking wound as he licked a few stray drops of blood from his lips. It would stop soon enough. |
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