Post by Kaz-chan on May 10, 2005 20:55:24 GMT -5
Fingers towed against the clout of concrete. Hunched against the beaten wall of some east side back alley he laid, rose eyes bent hellward. An immense pair of bizarre wings sprawled out unevenly from either shoulder…they seemed to fluctuate between tangible beryl bat-like structures to sketchy ribbons of cerulean electric energy. While they remained in their tangible beryl state the half-breed seemed at ease, though the instant they sprung back to their sketchy blue electric haze he rolled about tersely clutching at his sides. The wings singed his back and caused the flesh atop his shoulder blades to become raw and tender.
A small gasp came and went as the wings wavered momentarily before dissolving into tiny firefly-like spheres of indigo radiance. They danced and swung about the alley seemingly teasing the anguished beast.
“Are you alright Mr?” Came the guiltless inquiry of a human child to his left. The boy had come from deeper within the passageway rather than the street as one might have guessed. He was clad in scrappy oily dress and stank of the gutter, the poor child looked no older than five.
“Yeah,..I’m just peachy kid…” He hissed thickly between clenched teeth. His canines swelled and settled back to that of an average humans’.
“How’d ya’ get all the way back here, are ya’ hurt?”<br>
“For me to tell you that I’d have to dribble out my guts on this here pavement. My story’s would probably interfere with your nap…or…whatever the hell you kids call it in this part of the world.”<br>
The child creased his nose, tiny fists knotted decisively. “You hafta tell me! You can’t just camp out in someone’s home and not tell them who you are Mr.!
“Guess you’ve got me there…” he murmured eyeing the shabby cardboard encampments around the area.
He spun his lie well; he told the child that his life had been filled with all sorts of magical encounters and ended with him solely having to fight against the forces of evil in the black of night to protect the common good of man. It was the story he always told the naive as to avoid causing them any qualms, sadly whenever he spoke his yarn his true past reared it’s ugly head and replayed it self in full cinematic style before his bunged eyes.
*He stood there horror struck clutching at his ruddy teal mantle…large rose eyes wide with fear, cobalt mop of hair covered with muck. In the back of their rickety home in their small indo-European village he watched his father stand against the mobs. A demon lord, strong and lean, lord Dai was his formal name. His horns were long and curved slightly at the tip (a demon’s strength is measured by his horns in this region) He had an earned restful kindliness in his stained vermilion eyes; which currently were shut whilst he winced clutching at his knees, massive plum wings coated in the rust of his blood. A throng of the local villagers stood in his doorway cursing and berating him to kingdom come. “Please!” he pleaded, great thriving voice howling out over the roar of the crowd. “Just allow me to see her again and I’ll leave you in all in peace!”<br>
“Peace?! You bastard! It was porableh’ you that done murdered her!”<br>“Damned devil, you won’t desecrate the halls of our church too!”<br>“Yeah, You’ve been sheltered here far too long, we only let you live because we didn’t have the heart to get rid of Larine!”<br>
“I’m begging you, I ask only for a second-“ He was cut off hard by a crowbar that had recently been wedged in his gut. He cringed silently. He had avowed since his meeting Larine to never raise a claw against mankind.
“I say we polish im’ off ere..don’t worry about this scum anymore!” They thrashed him about shoddily and he all the while took the beating wordlessly as his child cried and screamed from the corner. Once the mob had disbanded a few of their own remained unconscious on the bloodstained floorboards. Their own raucous numbers had knocked them out. Besieged the demon lord wormed his way to the nearest; a boy of his late teens. Christopher was his name and he had always been very kind…a sort of elder brother to Kane. His father looked over the boy quickly straining to pin open his weary eyes. Kane wheezed from the angle of the room. “Do not fear son, I am not taking Christopher’s life.”
With what little strength remained a clawed hand fumbled against his salty brow and withdrew from his matted violet hair an ornate circlet finished in copper; it had remained hidden beneath his vibrant crest for many many years now. He extended a shaking hand and fitted the band beneath Christopher’s checked cap before collapsing against the floor. Kane remained very still for a long while…an hour it seemed before Christopher gained his feet harshly. “Larine…” He managed hoarsely before lurching and landing painfully against the doorframe “dammit..I didn’t realize how badly injured this boy was. I hope it still suffice…”
He staggered out onto the ripe grounds and towards the old masonry church in the distance. Blood trickled down his tan pant leg and discolored the grass. His wounds tore to the bone.
Small almost feminine human hands morphed into the great muscular claws of Kane’s father as he scrupulously shoved open the great creaking wooden doors of his cathedral. The brushed mahogany lines of funeral attendees turned and gasped at the winded injured young man. In the front of the church a grand burgundy coffin laced with a slender golden cross lay illuminated by the filtered light of virgin marry on the great stained glass. The flowers of their fields lined the walls in brilliant spring hues. A young girls’ choir sung a gorgeous hymn in an old Latin tongue; they were so deep in the act that they failed to notice the indignant trespasser.
“LARINE!” Cried out the possessed Christopher as reeled and lurched between the aisles’ nearly diminishing to his knees every few steps. ”Larine!” he wheezed like mad collapsing in a sobbing heap atop her polished casket.
“CHRISTOPHER BE AWAY FROM THERE!” Shrieked a woman from the rows.
“That isn’t Christopher, it’s that damned sinner!” Replied another.
+Continued+
A small gasp came and went as the wings wavered momentarily before dissolving into tiny firefly-like spheres of indigo radiance. They danced and swung about the alley seemingly teasing the anguished beast.
“Are you alright Mr?” Came the guiltless inquiry of a human child to his left. The boy had come from deeper within the passageway rather than the street as one might have guessed. He was clad in scrappy oily dress and stank of the gutter, the poor child looked no older than five.
“Yeah,..I’m just peachy kid…” He hissed thickly between clenched teeth. His canines swelled and settled back to that of an average humans’.
“How’d ya’ get all the way back here, are ya’ hurt?”<br>
“For me to tell you that I’d have to dribble out my guts on this here pavement. My story’s would probably interfere with your nap…or…whatever the hell you kids call it in this part of the world.”<br>
The child creased his nose, tiny fists knotted decisively. “You hafta tell me! You can’t just camp out in someone’s home and not tell them who you are Mr.!
“Guess you’ve got me there…” he murmured eyeing the shabby cardboard encampments around the area.
He spun his lie well; he told the child that his life had been filled with all sorts of magical encounters and ended with him solely having to fight against the forces of evil in the black of night to protect the common good of man. It was the story he always told the naive as to avoid causing them any qualms, sadly whenever he spoke his yarn his true past reared it’s ugly head and replayed it self in full cinematic style before his bunged eyes.
*He stood there horror struck clutching at his ruddy teal mantle…large rose eyes wide with fear, cobalt mop of hair covered with muck. In the back of their rickety home in their small indo-European village he watched his father stand against the mobs. A demon lord, strong and lean, lord Dai was his formal name. His horns were long and curved slightly at the tip (a demon’s strength is measured by his horns in this region) He had an earned restful kindliness in his stained vermilion eyes; which currently were shut whilst he winced clutching at his knees, massive plum wings coated in the rust of his blood. A throng of the local villagers stood in his doorway cursing and berating him to kingdom come. “Please!” he pleaded, great thriving voice howling out over the roar of the crowd. “Just allow me to see her again and I’ll leave you in all in peace!”<br>
“Peace?! You bastard! It was porableh’ you that done murdered her!”<br>“Damned devil, you won’t desecrate the halls of our church too!”<br>“Yeah, You’ve been sheltered here far too long, we only let you live because we didn’t have the heart to get rid of Larine!”<br>
“I’m begging you, I ask only for a second-“ He was cut off hard by a crowbar that had recently been wedged in his gut. He cringed silently. He had avowed since his meeting Larine to never raise a claw against mankind.
“I say we polish im’ off ere..don’t worry about this scum anymore!” They thrashed him about shoddily and he all the while took the beating wordlessly as his child cried and screamed from the corner. Once the mob had disbanded a few of their own remained unconscious on the bloodstained floorboards. Their own raucous numbers had knocked them out. Besieged the demon lord wormed his way to the nearest; a boy of his late teens. Christopher was his name and he had always been very kind…a sort of elder brother to Kane. His father looked over the boy quickly straining to pin open his weary eyes. Kane wheezed from the angle of the room. “Do not fear son, I am not taking Christopher’s life.”
With what little strength remained a clawed hand fumbled against his salty brow and withdrew from his matted violet hair an ornate circlet finished in copper; it had remained hidden beneath his vibrant crest for many many years now. He extended a shaking hand and fitted the band beneath Christopher’s checked cap before collapsing against the floor. Kane remained very still for a long while…an hour it seemed before Christopher gained his feet harshly. “Larine…” He managed hoarsely before lurching and landing painfully against the doorframe “dammit..I didn’t realize how badly injured this boy was. I hope it still suffice…”
He staggered out onto the ripe grounds and towards the old masonry church in the distance. Blood trickled down his tan pant leg and discolored the grass. His wounds tore to the bone.
Small almost feminine human hands morphed into the great muscular claws of Kane’s father as he scrupulously shoved open the great creaking wooden doors of his cathedral. The brushed mahogany lines of funeral attendees turned and gasped at the winded injured young man. In the front of the church a grand burgundy coffin laced with a slender golden cross lay illuminated by the filtered light of virgin marry on the great stained glass. The flowers of their fields lined the walls in brilliant spring hues. A young girls’ choir sung a gorgeous hymn in an old Latin tongue; they were so deep in the act that they failed to notice the indignant trespasser.
“LARINE!” Cried out the possessed Christopher as reeled and lurched between the aisles’ nearly diminishing to his knees every few steps. ”Larine!” he wheezed like mad collapsing in a sobbing heap atop her polished casket.
“CHRISTOPHER BE AWAY FROM THERE!” Shrieked a woman from the rows.
“That isn’t Christopher, it’s that damned sinner!” Replied another.
+Continued+
