*A crud. Not an outsider? Darn angelic intervention guidelines*
"I gage that letting you wander free might be a misguided course of action." They explain
"On what grounds? My appearance? What have I done to offend thee, pureblood? I do not kill angels for the grace of gold in their veins, so it is only fair that you not kill me for the redshadow in mine."
*It's half outsider. Its father was a being comprised of light, and its mother was a human. It takes more after the mortal side than the aberration one.*
*ah*
"A wendigo is not a creature of joy and sunshine.... Although your grace and restraint does move my heart." Raphael steps aside, wary
"Ah, so you assume me a cannibal? A fair assumption... but an assumption nonetheless. I am Blacklight, son of the Great Mover. Scourgeborn and proud." It begins to walk forward again, holding itself with pride, its broken antlers scraping against the rotting ceiling.
Raphael waits patiently, studying the creature
"A wendigo and a cannibal are linked, but distant. If it looks like a duck, and seems like a duck, one might infer it is a duck."
As it gets close, Raphael can feel his blood grow stronger under the red glare of the beast. This thing radiates unnatural power. Blood and darkness, to be sure.
"I haven't seen the sky in so long... I just want to see the moon again... Have you ever seen an eclipse, pureblood?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As it gets close, Raphael can feel his blood grow stronger under the red glare of the beast. This thing radiates unnatural power. Blood and darkness, to be sure.
"I haven't seen the sky in so long... I just want to see the moon again... Have you ever seen an eclipse, pureblood?"
They nod no. "Despite my station, I have not exspirenced everything the worlds have to offer. What are you?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
As it gets close, Raphael can feel his blood grow stronger under the red glare of the beast. This thing radiates unnatural power. Blood and darkness, to be sure.
"I haven't seen the sky in so long... I just want to see the moon again... Have you ever seen an eclipse, pureblood?"
They nod no. "Despite my station, I have not experienced everything the worlds have to offer. What are you?"
It walks past Raphael. Its touch is invigorating, but clearly not positive energy.
"You... wouldn't understand. Angels, by nature, see the world as a set of systems. Anything outside those systems must be destroyed, as you lovingly demonstrated a minute ago. I exist as part of a different system, one much less orderly than what angels often choose to believe will function. I am a half-blood of the void. An heir of the night sky. A monster any father would be proud of."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man in soot covered miner's overalls sits in his room. His hair is long and lank and his face is smudged black with coal dust. He seems to be asleep, but his hand is raised slightly and knocks on the walls with a steady, persistent rhythm.
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The Blacklight wanders the halls, looking for the courtyard.
The Miner, hearing sound outside, stands up and quietly looks out from his cell at the Blacklight.
He is bathed in deep red light as he stares at the giant wendigo-like creature. Its body is draped in whaleskin leather and scarified ritualistically. The beast stares back with its red eyes scouring the miner, and its broken antlers scraping the ceiling. "Have you ever seen an eclipse?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Blacklight wanders the halls, looking for the courtyard.
The Miner, hearing sound outside, stands up and quietly looks out from his cell at the Blacklight.
He is bathed in deep red light as he stares at the giant wendigo-like creature. Its body is draped in whaleskin leather and scarified ritualistically. The beast stares back with its red eyes scouring the miner, and its broken antlers scraping the ceiling. "Have you ever seen an eclipse?"
The sunken eyes of the Miner stare up at the latest horror to manifest before him. He hollow voice crawls from between his unmoving lips, "Can't say I have. I've spent most of my days down where the sun don't shine."
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
He is bathed in deep red light as he stares at the giant wendigo-like creature. Its body is draped in whaleskin leather and scarified ritualistically. The beast stares back with its red eyes scouring the miner, and its broken antlers scraping the ceiling. "Have you ever seen an eclipse?"
The sunken eyes of the Miner stare up at the latest horror to manifest before him. He hollow voice crawls from between his unmoving lips, "Can't say I have. I've spent most of my days down where the sun don't shine."
The monster lowers itself into a crouch, peering through its burning sockets at the man. "Gold glitters within you." It holds out a large claw. "I will show you the eclipse. The skies shall run black with blood."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He is bathed in deep red light as he stares at the giant wendigo-like creature. Its body is draped in whaleskin leather and scarified ritualistically. The beast stares back with its red eyes scouring the miner, and its broken antlers scraping the ceiling. "Have you ever seen an eclipse?"
The sunken eyes of the Miner stare up at the latest horror to manifest before him. He hollow voice crawls from between his unmoving lips, "Can't say I have. I've spent most of my days down where the sun don't shine."
The monster lowers itself into a crouch, peering through its burning sockets at the man. "Gold glitters within you." It holds out a large claw. "I will show you the eclipse. The skies shall run black with blood."
"Ain't never found gold anywhere. Just... coal. Dark... black...soulless coal. Dug coal out of the ground so it could fill our lungs... and stain our skin." He coughs and his sunken eyes light up a little, "Show me the sun. Ain't seen it in so... so long. But please don't hide it. Don't spill no blood."
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
He is bathed in deep red light as he stares at the giant wendigo-like creature. Its body is draped in whaleskin leather and scarified ritualistically. The beast stares back with its red eyes scouring the miner, and its broken antlers scraping the ceiling. "Have you ever seen an eclipse?"
The sunken eyes of the Miner stare up at the latest horror to manifest before him. He hollow voice crawls from between his unmoving lips, "Can't say I have. I've spent most of my days down where the sun don't shine."
The monster lowers itself into a crouch, peering through its burning sockets at the man. "Gold glitters within you." It holds out a large claw. "I will show you the eclipse. The skies shall run black with blood."
"Ain't never found gold anywhere. Just... coal. Dark... black...soulless coal. Dug coal out of the ground so it could fill our lungs... and stain our skin." He coughs and his sunken eyes light up a little, "Show me the sun. Ain't seen it in so... so long. But please don't hide it. Don't spill no blood."
"You are born of gold, living and twisting inside of you. The sun is in your nature, and for that I envy you. I will show it to you." It places a claw on the miner's torso, nearly covering the man's chest and belly with its blackened claw. "Then you will always be able to look within, and they will never be able to take the sun from you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
"That's what fire does. It eats up the oxygen... then the parakeet will die." He slams against the door of his cell and grips the bars breathing heavily, "Put out that fire! You'll suffocate all of us in this unholy cavern!"
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
"That's what fire does. It eats up the oxygen... then the parakeet will die." He slams against the door of his cell and grips the bars breathing heavily, "Put out that fire! You'll suffocate all of us in this unholy cavern!"
The boy just looks up at his ceiling, a thin layer of smoke already forming, "Its too small. Not enough to fill my lungs, not enough to fill the room"
He is bathed in deep red light as he stares at the giant wendigo-like creature. Its body is draped in whaleskin leather and scarified ritualistically. The beast stares back with its red eyes scouring the miner, and its broken antlers scraping the ceiling. "Have you ever seen an eclipse?"
The sunken eyes of the Miner stare up at the latest horror to manifest before him. He hollow voice crawls from between his unmoving lips, "Can't say I have. I've spent most of my days down where the sun don't shine."
The monster lowers itself into a crouch, peering through its burning sockets at the man. "Gold glitters within you." It holds out a large claw. "I will show you the eclipse. The skies shall run black with blood."
"Ain't never found gold anywhere. Just... coal. Dark... black...soulless coal. Dug coal out of the ground so it could fill our lungs... and stain our skin." He coughs and his sunken eyes light up a little, "Show me the sun. Ain't seen it in so... so long. But please don't hide it. Don't spill no blood."
"You are born of gold, living and twisting inside of you. The sun is in your nature, and for that I envy you. I will show it to you." It places a claw on the miner's torso, nearly covering the man's chest and belly with its blackened claw. "Then you will always be able to look within, and they will never be able to take the sun from you."
His deep sunken eyes widen as you grab him. "Ain't no gold in me. Only coal... killing and twisting all inside of me. Ain't no sun either. How can there be? Sun ain't touched my skin in ages. It was taken from me long ago."
As it gets close, Raphael can feel his blood grow stronger under the red glare of the beast. This thing radiates unnatural power. Blood and darkness, to be sure.
"I haven't seen the sky in so long... I just want to see the moon again... Have you ever seen an eclipse, pureblood?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They nod no. "Despite my station, I have not exspirenced everything the worlds have to offer. What are you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sorry missed this*
They nod. "I get that feeling. How long have you been here?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*no worries*
"i..i dont remember."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It walks past Raphael. Its touch is invigorating, but clearly not positive energy.
"You... wouldn't understand. Angels, by nature, see the world as a set of systems. Anything outside those systems must be destroyed, as you lovingly demonstrated a minute ago. I exist as part of a different system, one much less orderly than what angels often choose to believe will function. I am a half-blood of the void. An heir of the night sky. A monster any father would be proud of."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Schizophrenia*
A man in soot covered miner's overalls sits in his room. His hair is long and lank and his face is smudged black with coal dust. He seems to be asleep, but his hand is raised slightly and knocks on the walls with a steady, persistent rhythm.
The Blacklight wanders the halls, looking for the courtyard.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Miner, hearing sound outside, stands up and quietly looks out from his cell at the Blacklight.
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
He is bathed in deep red light as he stares at the giant wendigo-like creature. Its body is draped in whaleskin leather and scarified ritualistically. The beast stares back with its red eyes scouring the miner, and its broken antlers scraping the ceiling. "Have you ever seen an eclipse?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The sunken eyes of the Miner stare up at the latest horror to manifest before him. He hollow voice crawls from between his unmoving lips, "Can't say I have. I've spent most of my days down where the sun don't shine."
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The monster lowers itself into a crouch, peering through its burning sockets at the man. "Gold glitters within you." It holds out a large claw. "I will show you the eclipse. The skies shall run black with blood."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ain't never found gold anywhere. Just... coal. Dark... black...soulless coal. Dug coal out of the ground so it could fill our lungs... and stain our skin." He coughs and his sunken eyes light up a little, "Show me the sun. Ain't seen it in so... so long. But please don't hide it. Don't spill no blood."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
"You are born of gold, living and twisting inside of you. The sun is in your nature, and for that I envy you. I will show it to you." It places a claw on the miner's torso, nearly covering the man's chest and belly with its blackened claw. "Then you will always be able to look within, and they will never be able to take the sun from you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That's what fire does. It eats up the oxygen... then the parakeet will die." He slams against the door of his cell and grips the bars breathing heavily, "Put out that fire! You'll suffocate all of us in this unholy cavern!"
The boy just looks up at his ceiling, a thin layer of smoke already forming, "Its too small. Not enough to fill my lungs, not enough to fill the room"
His deep sunken eyes widen as you grab him. "Ain't no gold in me. Only coal... killing and twisting all inside of me. Ain't no sun either. How can there be? Sun ain't touched my skin in ages. It was taken from me long ago."