Post by AngelicTragedy on May 27, 2006 20:25:13 GMT -5
OOC- This is my first attempt at an ORP in quite some time, so you'll have to forgive my lacking in detail.
A flash of lightning and a thunderous roar proceeded a dead silence. All was quiet and still now. A light cloud of dust hung in the air of the long forgotten city. Ancient walls and buildings began to crumble and fall. The long forgotten sound of footsteps crushing the dry gravel and asphalt began to ring out. Dark clouds began to form high above. The rumbling masses of gaseous water loomed like high gothic ceilings in a church of times past and the city seemed to be the creaky floor that rang out while a lone visitor marched towards the alter. The crumbling bricks that were once powerful homes and stores finally allowed the visage of the source of the commotion to appear.
A dark slender figure of a man appeared in the shade of the tall ruins that surrounded him. A black sleeveless trench coat hung down over his entire body, obstructing it all from view. His arms were deathly pale and slender like that of a dead man. His long, sleek hair fell softly around his pale face. The crimson of his hair made it appear that he was covered in blood, but this was far from the truth. From under the slick hair appeared a pair of light blue eyes, giving an eerie aura to the figure. A thick mist formed around the mans feet and it seemed to move with him as he walked slowly as strode towards a goal that was unclear at this point.
The figure raised his right had, which was banded in black leather with a silver upside down cross in the palm, towards the sky and the clouds began to clear. The dark night sky came into view and a thousand points of light washed over the ancient city. The man glanced to his side and caught the figure of an elderly man walking towards him with a limp. The figure turned to man as he fell to his knees.
“Please help me young man. I’ve been lost out here for nearly a week and I’ve had no food. I can barely walk and I’m dying of thirst. Can you help me?” cried the old man.
The figure helped the old man to his feet and pulled his head up. The old man smiled at the pale face of the stranger, but the smile didn’t last. The figure opened his mouth and bit solidly into the neck of the elderly wanderer. Blood rolled down the figures chin and the old mans neck as the figure sucked the old body dry. Once all the blood was exhausted, the figure dropped the body on the ground and wiped off his chin.
“That’s all the help I can offer you old fool. I figured you would have known not to talk to strangers. Either way, one of us got their thirst quenched.” the dark figure said as a demonic smile formed on his face.
“Now, all there is to do is gather up a little more blood and then I’ll be able to bring It back. Once I have It again I’ll be able to bring my love back to life and then we’ll bring our race back.” the stranger laughed slightly as he stood tall, surveying the dim light on the city in the distance.
“Long live the Xionthrope.”
A flash of lightning and a thunderous roar proceeded a dead silence. All was quiet and still now. A light cloud of dust hung in the air of the long forgotten city. Ancient walls and buildings began to crumble and fall. The long forgotten sound of footsteps crushing the dry gravel and asphalt began to ring out. Dark clouds began to form high above. The rumbling masses of gaseous water loomed like high gothic ceilings in a church of times past and the city seemed to be the creaky floor that rang out while a lone visitor marched towards the alter. The crumbling bricks that were once powerful homes and stores finally allowed the visage of the source of the commotion to appear.
A dark slender figure of a man appeared in the shade of the tall ruins that surrounded him. A black sleeveless trench coat hung down over his entire body, obstructing it all from view. His arms were deathly pale and slender like that of a dead man. His long, sleek hair fell softly around his pale face. The crimson of his hair made it appear that he was covered in blood, but this was far from the truth. From under the slick hair appeared a pair of light blue eyes, giving an eerie aura to the figure. A thick mist formed around the mans feet and it seemed to move with him as he walked slowly as strode towards a goal that was unclear at this point.
The figure raised his right had, which was banded in black leather with a silver upside down cross in the palm, towards the sky and the clouds began to clear. The dark night sky came into view and a thousand points of light washed over the ancient city. The man glanced to his side and caught the figure of an elderly man walking towards him with a limp. The figure turned to man as he fell to his knees.
“Please help me young man. I’ve been lost out here for nearly a week and I’ve had no food. I can barely walk and I’m dying of thirst. Can you help me?” cried the old man.
The figure helped the old man to his feet and pulled his head up. The old man smiled at the pale face of the stranger, but the smile didn’t last. The figure opened his mouth and bit solidly into the neck of the elderly wanderer. Blood rolled down the figures chin and the old mans neck as the figure sucked the old body dry. Once all the blood was exhausted, the figure dropped the body on the ground and wiped off his chin.
“That’s all the help I can offer you old fool. I figured you would have known not to talk to strangers. Either way, one of us got their thirst quenched.” the dark figure said as a demonic smile formed on his face.
“Now, all there is to do is gather up a little more blood and then I’ll be able to bring It back. Once I have It again I’ll be able to bring my love back to life and then we’ll bring our race back.” the stranger laughed slightly as he stood tall, surveying the dim light on the city in the distance.
“Long live the Xionthrope.”