The long crecent blade gave off no reflection in the moonlight, a solitary eye gazing at it's length with a laugh. He had no real need to communicate verbally, simply an unearthly telekinetic scream would gain any one's attention. Or perhaps the simple call of distress from some fair maiden. That was all in fairy tales, hero's walking back and fourth saving this and that. Stationed just along a rather large ruined cathedral, the heights would be disarrayed with pillars of stones and the like. The figure stood as a black angel, gazing at the moon almost intending to battle with nature itself. Two leathery black wings quietly remained motionless, one along his shoulder, while the other jutted from the back of his waist. His attire was donned with a tightly wrapped black leather, the ground soft with the dust of time. Humans, constantly bickering with themselves had been their own demise. That solitary eye gazed at the ruins, forests and the like. The other was simply covered, just as that. Wrapped with a fine black cord, which held the item in place. Shadowed locks drifted across his facial features, the devil was bored. Extremely bored, with this one's mind wandered to other things. A mission had been offered to him, for a rather lucrative amount. Capture slaves, that's all he had to do. The blade now coated in a sort of poison persay, allowing the simplest of functions. A long sleep, sleeping draught would be better said then poision. The devil was on the hunt, wings contorting quietly would flap slowly. Then a simple lift off, and the being would be gone from his perch. Finally coming to land on the ground, that cold lavendar eye stared blankly at the sorroundings.
*james noticed that the girl would not react to the beads. he started makeing up his camp nect to the water. he made his fire and tent. his surroundings was dark, as he howled at the moon. his ears twitched a few times and he decided to go to sleep. he heard footsteps a few minutes later but decided to ignore it for now. he heard them again, he got up out of his tent, only to see a man's figure he couldnt see anything about this man, it was more of a shadow form. as james got closer the shadow got smaller. he descided that it might be dangorouse. he pulled out his dagger and still ran after the shadow. he didnt know where he was going, he could barely see. he was running untill he came at the edge of a mountain. he almost fell off but his ballance was very steady and he didnt move until he was away from the edge. he still saw the dark figure. it looked as if it was getting closer at a rapid rate. he decided to stand still and wait for it.*
Originally posted by Chaosbarkjake had caught a glimps of a creature in black leather and hid he hated looking like a human sometimes...... alex and and scott were by the water and spotted the camp and snuck over there
The long crecent blade gave off no reflection in the moonlight, a solitary eye gazing at it's length with a laugh. He had no real need to communicate verbally, simply an unearthly telekinetic scream would gain any one's attention. Or perhaps the simple call of distress from some fair maiden. That was all in fairy tales, hero's walking back and fourth saving this and that. Stationed just along a rather large ruined cathedral, the heights would be disarrayed with pillars of stones and the like. The figure stood as a black angel, gazing at the moon almost intending to battle with nature itself. Two leathery black wings quietly remained motionless, one along his shoulder, while the other jutted from the back of his waist. His attire was donned with a tightly wrapped black leather, the ground soft with the dust of time. Humans, constantly bickering with themselves had been their own demise. That solitary eye gazed at the ruins, forests and the like. The other was simply covered, just as that. Wrapped with a fine black cord, which held the item in place. Shadowed locks drifted across his facial features, the devil was bored. Extremely bored, with this one's mind wandered to other things. A mission had been offered to him, for a rather lucrative amount. Capture slaves, that's all he had to do. The blade now coated in a sort of poison persay, allowing the simplest of functions. A long sleep, sleeping draught would be better said then poision. The devil was on the hunt, wings contorting quietly would flap slowly. Then a simple lift off, and the being would be gone from his perch. Finally coming to land on the ground, that cold lavendar eye stared blankly at the sorroundings.
The shadow figure seemed to be hell-bent on something. The dust formation along the ground being kicked up by the running figure, as a second dust cloud could be seen. The second cloud seemed to be gaining as the first finally came to a crashing halt into James. The figure was a male creature with red skin and small horns along his forehead. (Think Darth Maul kind of except not a jedi just some weakling?) The second figure came to a halt, the tight black leather rising just for a moment. The crescent black blade could be seen running up the figure's arm ending in a sort of shield device. "Now, don't cower behind random strangers." The one-eyed figure's voice was beyond cold, hissing with anger amongst other things. This figure was in all terms a devil, eye staring blankly at the target ignoring James completely.