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Lion

Going back was not his way of celebrating what he assumed was his own birthday.  His home did not bring him joy, neither did it bring him sadness.  Adela was a distant memory for him...and one that he preferred to keep at bay if he could help it.  Sometimes going back wasn't always the best way of getting over the fact that his life had been a failure before.  But even though, sometimes one had to, in order to see if the town had changed any in the five hundred years he'd been away from it.  Sometimes, he couldn't help but think of what a complete failure the human race was, and how so slowly the foundation of his own native nation was gradually crumbling.  But then again, perhaps he was just being overcritical as he always was.  The fact remained that he didn't like Adela, he was sure he never did.

To go back now was an utter crime against himself, instead of moving on away from the past, he was immersing himself in it again.  Even so...there was an urge in him to see.  To see if perhaps change could occur here as it could occur in any other place.  He learned the failure of rigidity one too many times.  To successfully endure the times, one had to be flexible; it's the reed that bends that doesn't break.  This lesson that he'd taken to heart.

But as iron-cold as he made himself to be, the only passion he knew now was hate, the hate for all things rigid and living.  Just as the world had changed, so did he as death molded him into a hunter of the living.  Going back, perhaps to kill if he could, was possibly another way of destroying the portions of his old, weak self.

Dietrich kept his face curiously morose as he sat down beside an old chimney of a house on the outskirts of town.  He was careful not to wake the inhabitants, uncaring that there were people in the house.  As much as the idea of breaking in and slaughtering the lot of them was appealing, he thought it was a much better idea to simply sit and watch the city from afar.  The city lights would've been blinding to many watching from the distance in which he sat, but to him they were no more than the burning lights of a town that was broken.  If he could, he crush every single building there, wipe it from the face of the planet.  That would the first of many to come.  And in a sudden motion of intense agitation, he clenched his fist and slammed down hard one the roof beneath him, cracking several shingles in the process.  "Oh...crap," he whispered harshly at the fact that the action resulted in a loud crash as several more slid off the roof and onto the stone ground that surrounded.  He hoped that he didn't wake anyone within the house....




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((Hey, it is fine! I haven't RP'ed in time, so forgive me for being a little rusty.))

Something woke up Juliette from her slumber. At first, she perceived it to be a nightmare, but when that was not so, she sat up warily, mentally shaking herself into action. Living in a cottage on the outskirts of the forest often brought travellers at strange hours of the night, so perhaps someone had been banging on their door. It wasn't unusual for people to stop by for food, water, or even a roof, which helped with her family's modest income.

Slipping into her dressing gown, the slender girl picked up the box of matches that lay on her bedside table and struck one, conjuring up a small orange glow and the burning smell of sulphur. Juliette lit the wick of a candle and gripping the brass candleholder, slid out of bed before tiptoeing towards the front of the cottage. The black-haired girl peered through the frosted glass windows, but no shadowy figure presented itself on their porch.

So where had that noise come from then?

Slightly annoyed that no one else in the house had heard it, Juliette clicked her tongue and headed towards the kitchen, rummaging around until she found the iron key. Maybe somebody was actually there, and no way was she going to get another scolding for ignoring what could be another potential guest. Her hand closed around the cold metal, and still carrying the candleholder, Juliette returned to the front of the cottage.

Unlocking the door, she peered outside, but if there was anyone out there then they were doing a pretty good job of being invisible. The shrubs and branches always appeared more threatening under the canopy of night, but Juliette shrugged off her fears. Her home was a safe haven, and had been all her life. Gazing further outwards, she saw the mass of buildings that made up Adela, the largest city here for miles. Slightly closer was a smattering of houses on the outskirts of the city.

Juliette was about to turn away when a strange sight met her eyes. Atop one of the houses was a man, but it wasn't the fact that there was a man sat on the roof that caught her attention. It was the fact that the house appeared to be trembling. Visible clouds of grey dust rose into the sky, as slate tiles rained down from the roof, crashing to the ground.

"Huh," Juliette murmured, raising an eyebrow.

That is what woke me up, she thought. Closing and locking the door, Juliette replaced the key and padded back to her room, shaking her head softly. In the morning she would only remember this incident as nothing more than a dream.

Lion

Dietrich found himself growing angrier by the passing of age.  And to continue to ponder on such thoughts, he knew that it was only a matter of time before he would bring down the entire building and crush the residents inside.  But even in his rage, he could sense movement in the world around him.  No, it wasn't the wind in the trees, rustling the leaves about in a gentle fashion.  But something off to the side, and when he turned his head and looked, he only briefly caught a glance of a woman in the darkness, partially lit by a candlestick, before she stepped off back into her house.  "Shit," he whispered harshly, gaining control of himself for a time.

He was seen, even if it was only for a short time.  He was curious though.  Thinking, that he's been relatively quiet until he crushed the roof tiles, he guessed she must've been awakened at the sound.  Who was that woman?  And more importantly, why would she care about a small crash?  And without much thought, he stood quietly on the roof, minding the loose spaces and crouch-walking along the peak.  And in a great leap, he flew of into the air and landed into the branches of a tree a few meters away.  The tree branches hung low to a window below him of the cottage she just walked into.

Lowering himself until he was able to twist his body onto the roof, he dropped and scampered down, peering into the window and inside to the resident within.  And there he saw the girl, even through the pitch black of night.  What would she think to see him, a total stranger, peering through at her in the dead of night?

[Fail post, sorry.]




Like to kill mages?  Join the Order!
The Order of St. Agratha

Help Rebuild Connlaoth from the ashes of war!
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Desert Valley Nights
Wrong Turn

"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

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