The assassin smirked, knowing that they would be futile in finding a Shade. His smirk faded, for it was only a small shimmer of light, of playful mischief... He continued to wait, knowing eventually, that he would find Rosalie alone. He needed to talk to that one.
The drow blended in well with the shadows. He silently waited, his breath nonexistant. He traced a glyph in the air, further concealing him within the shadows.
Vallyn headed towards Rose, appearing from the shadows that the sun light presented. He stared nonjudgingly at her. He continued to hide in the shadows, awaiting for her to be alone.
"The moon is... foreign to me..." He whispered, walking towards the village. He turned and eyed Kretze, wanting him to follow.
The drow-shade relieved the boy of the blades, turning as he did so. Mournagh and Zilvinidia went back into their respective scabbards as the assassin walked off, searching avengefully for his brother.
Ooc: no problem ^^ Hope you guys have fun without me tonight! *Thinks of a background for his Rogue Malik Shadowhand*
Sessamaru led the way, his body moved with casualty. His graceful steps went unheard and quick. Ahead of them, rested a village, where the taverns and homes were alit with candlelight and laughter. The strange green moon glittered amongst the stars. "A green moon?" He asked.
Vallyn smirked. Right before impact, he put one foot forward, and already he appeared behind Blake, two rapiers plunging towards the kidneys and liver. The agile drow-shade smirked.
Ooc: lol, it may have to start tomorrow, I'm a tad bit busy tonight :(
Sessamaru heard the fear, the grim recognition. He got up, his green cloak fluttering slightly, almost silently. "Agreed. But, we have to be careful. Any type of contact can corrupt us or anyone else. Everything and everyone is affected. They're omnipotent." Sessamaru warned, his eyes shifting, again, to the left. "Lets go." He walked towards the Heart.
Ooc: I said I was joking '>.> You just killed him off! Bah. Anyway, the actual story should start soon, though...
The Forgotten sat there, quiet. "What do you think we shall do for the moment?" He asked, finally.
The drow-shade picked up the pace, spinning like a screw, his ice-rapier extinguishing the flames. His footwork was quicker and more lighter, his blades danced atop one another like snakes. He blocked parry after parry, countering them with a few of his own twisting thrusts and swings.
Ooc: The only thing you missed was the death of a Death Knight :P (I'm uber! WOOT!) lol, jk. That's about it. The real story is about to start.
"Nice to meet you." He spoke sincerely, a smile breaking across his bone-bleached face. Sessamaru sheathed the light blade, the green glow banished. "Midnight... The swords are weak at midnight." He muttered, noticing that the insistent pull was nothing more than a pluck.
The crouched drow-shade leapt into the air, the ice rapier extinguishing the flaming ball. As he was still airborn, Vallyn shadowstepped, already crouched again as two blades came upwards into a thrust. The drow was enjoying his time.
The green-eyed albino's knees buckled, causing him to fall. It was about to rain. Something seemed familiar. He couldn't place it. He rolled onto his back, his head lolling to the right. Sanguine pierced through the clouds. "How long?" He asked. He didn't pay attention to the ruins, he was too tired to move his body. He rested there, not able to move any more.
Ooc: Whatever the wielder wants them to be. The blades at the moment are only black vapour, but the hilts are the same. Once the person touches the hilt, the blade forms the rest of the sword. So it could be anything. BIC: Sessamaru sat down on a boulder. "I'm Sessamaru..." He introduced himself after a long moment of silence, melancholy in his voice and name.
Sessamaru stepped forward, and with that one stride, he entered the room of the orb, in which held two residents. Alaric and his brother. The green-eyed albino was grim, the blood that acted as tears vanished into his pores, turning into crimson vapours. He stared at them. "Alaric, stop!"
The ice rapier, Zilvinidia, intercepted the blow, as the shadow-weaving blade of Mournagh came upwards, snapping the spear back. Finishing off the parry, the drow crouch-spun, both rapier coming up in an scissoring cut at the youth's stomach.
