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 Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:00 pm
The hound stood precariously on its small paws, leaning forward to examine the small girl's hand. Its tail swished through the air, the tip seeming to evaporate into the shadows as the beast sniffed the girls hand curiously. Her demon scent disturbed its nostrils, and sent the hound backstepping a few feet with a low grow rumbling inside its hollow chest.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:07 pm
"Aww don't be like that puppy, we could be good friends, we both seem to like the dark" Rumia told the beast as she gave an innocent smile coming closer to the beast
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 5:34 pm
*~`Lucas-Alexander`~*
`~* Eloise*~`
Eloise looked up at Luke, against shifting her weight to her other foot. "Luke . . . . " She started, her voice hoarse. "I've got a bad feeling about that dog . . . and that girl. I don't like this. Come on." She murmured, yanking on his hand, pulling him faster. It hurt her legs to run this fast but she wanted to get away quickly. Luke looked at her curiously, but he did not question his sister's judgment. He quickened his pace, his legs aching slightly. They hadn't run for a while. Once they'd gotten far enough away they'd begun to walk. He gripped her hand tighter, breathing evenly. They stopped at the door of the inn, Eloise sneaking frightened glances back towards the girl cooing to the black dog. Luke gently pushed open the door, gingerly leading her in. (Next post in the Inn Subforum)
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 7:31 pm
For a brief moment, the shadow hound noticed another presence in the town. It turned it's head, searching for a sign of any other creature, but found nothing. Curiosity renewed, the hound returned its attention toward the small girl that stood in its way. It flicked its long, rabbit-like ears as if something was bugging it, but the beast took a steady step forward anyway and reached its lean muzzle toward the girl to sniff at her hand again.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 7:36 pm
"There good puppy see we can be friends, we both like the dark" Rumia smiled as she reached to pet the dog "hmm but puppy isn't a very suiting name for you, hmm I got it, can i call you Yami?" Rumia asked
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:09 pm
The shadow hound ducked its head away as the girl reached forward to pet it, but soon obliged and let her stroke her fingers through its sticky black fur. Tongue lolling, the hound barked softly at its new nickname; its tail began to wag slightly, lashing through the air like a whip.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:22 pm
"You like Yami don't you?" Rumia smiled "but where did you come from, all the pets died long ago?" Rumia wondered as she kneeled down next to the dog but avoiding eye contact,
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:31 pm
The hound growled at the sudden movement of the demon girl, and vanished into the shadows, appearing again a few feet to her left. The beast still did not quite trust this peculiar little girl, and it wasn't going to lower its defences quite so soon.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 9:02 pm
Rumia frowned "Still not very trusting are you Yami" she stated, she then looked at the town clock, "I have to head back to the forest now you're welcome to come if you want" Rumia offered as she began to sink into the shadows
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:40 am
As the small girl sank into the darkness, the hound stepped forward to sniff the ground where she had stood just a moment before. It was still curious about this strange demonic presence that the girl had given off, but did not feel the need to follow her around. Glancing up at the rising sun, the beast visibly cringed away from the rays of light that were peaking over the tree tops. With a high-pitched whine, the hound bounded forward into the shadow of a nearby building, and dissappeared.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 5:35 pm
Rumia had woken up from her sleep, the pain of the amulet seemed to have subsided as she head to the hollow, she got there and noticed the ground was blanketed with a scarlet colored mist.
"Huh red mist...it's coming from the forest" Rumia stated she looked around and noticed a squirrel getting caught in the mist suddenly it grew violent and attacked a nearby bird ripping into the bird's wing before landing a killing blow to the neck
"Huh? i thought squirrels didn't like meat" Rumia stated
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 4:32 pm
Rumia's amulet had finally cracked and fell of causing Rumia an immense pain but it resided and she felt alot better as she made here way to the fountain in the middle of the town the red moon glowing high in sky as she peer at her reflection
suddenly a voice inside her spoke "it shines, a scarlet moon, a beautiful night,
when it shines...it stains you."
"Huh who said that?" Rumia asked looking around but seeing no one
"Who is reflected in your eyes?" the voice answered
"I don't understand" Rumia admitted
"Do my feelings not reach you?" the voice asked
"I hear you but I don't see you, who are you? where can I find you?" Rumia asked
"If you come, will you ever return?"
'Is it dangerous where you are?" Rumia asked
"Will deeply cut wounds never heal?"
"...no they leave scars don't they" Rumia answered still in confusion
"So then, what about the wounds of time?"
With that Rumia felt the voice silence as if it had left leaving her in a deep confusion as she walked threw the town "I...I don't understand" she admitted holding her head from the confusion and uncertainty
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Healing Heart Musician Crew
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 2:08 am
The wraith made a bout again, slipping through the mist as a faint magic buzzed about him, protecting him as the cast of a holy cleric would do. Valter stared up at the moon and a thin smile penetrated his features. A scarlet moon. It symbolized blood being spilled. He remembered so long ago, when the moon shone as it did now as the village had cowered before him as he slaughtered then without remorse or emotion. He clutched the lance in his hand as he repositioned the shield in the other, the soft shuffle of armor piercing the silence as he walked through the Hollow, aimlessly as he looked for the next victim.
He heard Rumia, but not the voice she spoke to. He would not bother them on this night however. He was feeling rather... lazy? Nay, that word no longer suited him. Laziness was a human feeling. He was no longer such. What would be a better word....
Empty.
His soul was cold. Dim, but alive with thoughts of vengeance. Oh how it burned to destroy those that had re-infested this town, stealing away his silent solitude.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 3:46 pm
Rumia was lost in thought as she came across an old house smelling the air she realized that some one was living in the house, this made her feel hungry as she slipped into the shadows and entered the house
The man took notice of her but was to scared to flee as she walked towards him
suddenly voices in Rumia's head began to echo and she was under a trance walking towards the man
"Pupil's clouded in deep vermillion, my skirt wavers this same sweet color
Upon these childish cheeks may this red color bleed, my legs collapse from the throbbing
Controlled by these sweet hallucinations, I play a tune that blooms from my five fingers
The sound of a crimson red tea dripping as I tease and gouge them deep into your neck" The voice echoed out of Rumia
she had now grabbed hold of the man and he was unable to escape
"Piercing exhaustively into your delicious pulse, should I stop?"
"i'm overflowing with insanity, how can I stop?"
"This life- I'll pull and rip it apart. The red and silver will burst out and disperse!"
"The true me is no longer anywhere..."
Rumia then bite into the man's neck drinking his blood before stopping the man trying to scream in agony
"This tone of screams coming from your shriveling throat, the melody becomes a rainbow of vermilion
This hue from slaughtering you, what a sweet, deep color it releases!
This tone of screams coming from your shriveling throat, when the red rains down painting my lips,
I ascend this beautiful stage, and there I dance alone." the voice stated as if satisfied with the meal
The blood rained down on Rumia covering her the scent, the warmth and the taste drove her on she had completely lost herself as she chanted on
"Inside of me, inside of me, inside of...me...
me...
One, there's one word to describe it...
Endlessly, endlessly, endless...
Endlessly..It repeats,
It repeats, It repeats, It repeats, It repeats, It repeats, It repeats...
the screaming...
I've caught it; the left arm is sweet...
I'm going insane; the right arm is sweet...
sweet...Sweet!... (screams with a smile)
It's happening again... It's so enjoyable
it's so enjoyable
Finally my wish...it's so enjoyable.. so enjoyable...
I'm shaking.
Red...so red
Sweet...so sweet
your's is so red
your's is so sweet...
I'll break you!" With that Rumia tore the man's head off
Rumia began to change in appearance now as the voice that echoed into her soon became her own
"This life- I'll pull and rip it apart. The red and silver will burst out and disperse!
I want to stay like this, in my beautiful world
This life- I'll scatter it like flower petals, the rich color blooming forth for me to drink
The memories dance, let me make you mine...
This life- if it's your's, I'll exhaustively feast upon the blood and flesh.
I'm sorry, but this is my final act of love.
These four limbs I offer up as a sacrifice- become a corpse at my feet!
Because you'll never live forever..." The new Rumia chanted as she let the torn remains of the man fall to the floor she sat quietly in the blood stain house regaining her memories of who she really was....
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Healing Heart Musician Crew
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 10:43 pm
He felt it... Death was in the air. And so near too. He slipped forward through the fog a t a quickened pace, stealing what little remained of the mans soul that slipped into the night air. He smelled the blood, and was witness to a sight of utter gore and annihilation. If the holy man were truly a man of righteousness, he would have found the sight abhorrent, and would have cast the evil thing back into the hell it deserved. But... the wraith just stood there, silently reveling in the death of another victim to madness. His eyes wandered the scene, catching sight of Rumia sitting among the carnage. He smiled thinly, but he held little fear of the creature. He himself had no blood to drink, and he believed in his abilities well enough to control any remote chance of fear.
He thought to speak, but he was at a loss of words. How would he speak to destruction incarnate? The Creature was obviously not in it's right mind. He kept his eyes trained on the thing,as he stood just inside the doorway, cloaked in the shadows of the corner.
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