Coming Back From the Shadows

[Venion]

The Lord Vilruin was long known to be a recluse. He had not seen an outsider for nearly twenty years or more. Yet today he felt drawn towards the checkered village. It was something that he had never thought he would do. In fact, Venion thought he might never see the outside world—even in death. But alas, his feet were against his mind, so to speak. Though it was a pair of great red dragon wings that carried this metal footed and fingered beast. Venion could easily tower over most beings, even a human basketball star, as he was nearly eight feet in height (seven foot eleven to be precise). An open black leather trenchcoat fluttered in the wind as he glided through the two-toned streets. This twisted theme park was relatively empty at the moment—a tumbleweed rolling down the sun-covered alleyway would hardly be out of place if it wasn't for the mild temperate climate.

Venion dug his clawed hands deep into his coat pockets out of boredom. In the palm of his right hand he felt the small wood lute, and in the left—a satchel of Purplecloud. That lute held so many memories, a lot of them had to do with his smoking habit. Magic called a cloud crystal from the satchel and a piece of paper as well. A quickly as it had been withdrawn from the pouch it was rolled into a cigarette. He withdrew his hand from the pocket and lit the tip with a bit of his fire ray. It was quite an interesting sight to watch, the cigarette floating in the air nearly an inch from his hand to his mouth. He smiled as the purple smoke rose from his lips and nostrils.

[Sakrae Trusk]

Hiding in the shadows, Sakrae gazed at the Vilruin's actions, smoking? A nasty habit if there ever was one but, Sakrae thought, one very appropriate to those who lived on this island. 'We've been through a lot, all of us, if smoking is something this one needs to make himself feel better about his situation, then so be it. I sense something about him though, a great power... I need to be careful.' The Kirsereg Overlord was nothing if not cautious, if he were ever on the losing end of a fight, he would sooner run than die with what dignity he had left. Although, in any of the fights that he had gotten himself into, he had always emerged the victor. Thousands of lives lay in his wake, that much he remembered about his former life, other than that... he could only guess. Sakrae was at the moment in his human form, muscular with a long black ponytail, he stood apart from the rest of the fools who had come recently to conquer the island. He wore a black leather vest, it lay open so that his chiseled chest was visible, as well as a mysterious golden pendant, full of purple crystals, it glowed slightly in the dim light of his hiding place. Hard, long boots covered his feet, and tight leather pants extrenuated his features. Lastly there was a black cloak, with a symbol of an eclipsed sun on it, the mark of his position in society. If one payed close attention to his feet, one would notice that he was floating an inch above the ground, this was a tactic he used so that he would make no noise while moving. All in all, he looked impressive. Odd, but impressive. 'I'll just observe for now, if his powers were admirable, then I'll take the man's soul. If not... well I might just kill him for target practice.'

[Venion]

Venion sighed as he spotted the human out of the corner of his eye. Why couldn't he have happened upon one of Erigon's more traditional inhabitants? Ven was always amused by the way they hid in the shadows when he made an appearance in the Checkered Village. Humans always seemed to fear him. He snorted, a large puffy purple cloud quickly popped out of his nostrils. Then again any Nimlos or Yaveral with sense would fear him as well. He wasn't the type of person 'to fuck with', as Mithos might've put it. Even his large reptilian wings were foreboding. That's not to count the nails of steel on his fingers and his steel, sword-shaped feet.

His existence had become somewhat of a legend or myth over the past few decades. Though his power was hardly disputed. Rumours of his 'Elenia Mor', or star's dark abyss, and how it decimated the entire south side of the old Battledome. Though those who had witnessed the event knew better, it was his fire ray. Ven had only conjured the abyss, never used it in battle. Though now it was to be made certain. Venion lived.

The Lord Vilruin stopped. He would play the hider's game. Cat and mouse. He the cat, his human toy—the mouse. Ven's joint floated down to his hand leaving an arc shaped trail from mouth to fingers. Venion took a second glance at the human—it was no human at all, but a Kirsereg. Its dark aura was practically a dead give away (pun intended). He smiled.

Gesturing a look of welcoming, Ven stretched out his left arm and faced his palm upwards. “My fellow creature of the shadows.” He spoke in a clear, yet schlep-ish manner. “’Tis a pleasure. I am Lord Venion.” He lifted his cigarette to his lips and drew in a deep breath of smoke. Intoxicating, really. he laughed inside his mind.

[Sakrae Trusk]

Sakrae came out of hiding slowly, his motions showing his cautiousness. 'Who is this man who can sense my true form... why is it that everyone I meet on this stupid island can sense or see, or feel my real self. Such annoyance.' He sighed as he finally stepped out of the shadows, his black cloak blowing when the wind was actually nonexistant. His green eyes began to slowly loose their iris' and pupils, until his eyes were nothing but white orbs. Soon, they began to glow, as if an inner light illuminated them. Keeping his body an inch or two above the ground, he "walked" over to where the Vilruin stood, he kept his respectful distance though; he didn't want to have any more enemies than he already had. "Indeed, I find it odd though that you are able to see me for what I am so easily... a rare talent Lord Venion." He stared at the man's outstretched hand, a sign of piece obviously... although what he wa to do with it was left up to him. 'I suspect this man's blood would be especially... toxic to me, I can feel the warmth of his lifeblood even from here.' Backing away slightly, the Kirsereg Lord looked the Firekin over, it was rare that he see one like him... their kingdom, his kingdom, was opposite his. The last time he had seen one of his kin was when he had woken up from his deep sleep... the pain that he had suffered. His eyes narrowed, he didn't want to think about it... it was too horrible. The only time he had felt pain was then... true pain. His eyes finished their overview on his cigarette, the purple cloud inside it puffing fumes. If he could smell he would most likely enjoy it, from what he had heard it was a highly usful drug... albiet slightly addictive. "I am Overlord Sakrae by the way, it is a pleasure to meet someone of your... stature." While the sarcasim was unheeded my the Vilruin, Sakrae understood his own private humor. His human form was a little smaller than six feet tall, whereas his true form was over ten feet in height. "What is one such as you doing in such a place as this... surely you have better things to do." His voice at that time began to change from its previous one. It became harsh and raspy, like fingernails being scraped across a chalkboard. "It would seem that you have a nasty habit there Venion, it's going to kill you eventually." He smirked, 'If I don't kill you first.'

[Venion]

enion smirked for a split second, letting out a small puff of smoke from the corner of his mouth. "It is no talent," he restrained his laughter. That vest was so bubbling ugly. What was he? The sultan of Bangladesh? "With your hair and garb, any native fool can reason that. Human's have short hair... and don't wear..." He trailed off trying to phrase it in the least offensive manner possible. His previous dealings with Kirsereg told him that would be the wisest route. Though he had to get in a comment, being the wise ass he was. "Well, such revealing... clothes as you." Ven glanced down at his bare chest, well defined abdomen and low slung leather pants. Perhaps that was the wrong choice of words. Best make a quick recovery or the Kirsereg would seize the opertunity to prey on his weakness. "Or perhaps the both of us for that matter. Hehah..." He trailed off into a silent laughter burring his head behind his long metal digits.

Venion sighed. "Hmm... it seems that I've been a while without the company of someone with such a keen sense of humour." He remarked sarcastically. "Overlord Sakrae, I dare say your true form would be quite a deal larger than myself. I once knew a Kirsereg who took the form of a twenty foot tall pheonix. Quite beautiful. Utterly mind blowing infact... pitty I had to finish her." He laughed to himself, trails of smoke enshrouded his head as he puffed them out of his lips and from the tip of the cigarette.

Venion twitched, his teeth bit down on the inside of his cheek. Long had it been since someone had remarked on his cloud smoking habit. Damned abstentionalists. ((I made that word up... someone supporting abstenence.)) [b]"Though don't we all have a few twists and kinks? Death is only another life." He stopped talking and continued his phrase in a telepathic message: 'You should know that better than most of us.'

His hazy purple eyes seemed to sharpen as he stared directly at Sakrae, prying into his soul slightly as he sent the message. So it appears he hates the living, and wants to kill me. Perphaps that wasn't such a wise thing to send to him.


((Bit late one the reply. Sorry. Exams, new semester, shit-loads of homework... blah, blah, blah. -laugh- well I replied. ^^))