| Subject: As they are, as they seem, as they will be |
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Date Posted: 05/31/05 10:45:17pm Tue
He only stared at Tyrsis. His eyes seemed to be the very gates of purgatory for that brief moment, promising no pain, no pleasure, just an endless abyss of nothingness. Holding her within that bewitching gaze as ember eyes flowed like the conflagration of hell itself, he watched the entire council. A humidity increased in the room, and it seemed the very air was being pushed down on everyone, waves and waves of pressure, tangible as the entire room seemed to slowly lose focus.
Damuthca's fiery glow calmed however, and ceased entirely, The Emperor watching in brief amazement for only a moment, his gaze moving to the one who had awakened such a power to halt the spread of the curse. The ripping of cloth echoed thru the room, each thread, each fiber tantalizingly slow being torn as great wings spread out from underneath the cloak. No longer the strange light substance of before, they were real, strength almost radiating from each metallic feather.
Slowly standing up, each move a avatar of grace, of dignity as his gaze bore into Tyrsis. A few lords put their hands to their hilts, sweat going down their brow as they understood the Emperor was perhaps preparing something. Eldritch energy vibrated like a heart from his body, as if his power was too great to contain in a mere mortal vessel, yet it was subtle as well, confusing the very psyche of those around him, a brief turbulance of the soul, shaking off their balance, confusion into their actions.
His hand, slowly moving upward as strong fingers tore off the cowl over his face in one smooth dramatic gesture, letting the cloth fell where it will.
Much like I will this whole situation..it will fall where it may.
A metallic mask over the face, showing only the ember eyes that burned deep within the shadows of the smooth platinum like faceguard. Completely unadorned, it seemed ornate by its simplicity, as the Emperor unsheathed the High Dragon blade, and cleaved it, instantly, so fast the entire room was filled with a brief vaccum, into the table where they sat, stabbing it deep into the floor. Leaving it there, his wiry form dancing with excitement as he smiled underneath his mask.
" I will be back tomorrow to claim this blade by force then. By the name of the Emperor of Aurora, if you do not offer surrender by tomorrow's dawn...I will kill all that stand in my way. " He said, coldly and dissapointed as he walked past the lords, a simple glance promised death to everyone in that room if they challenged him now.
Powerful strides taking him out of the chamber quickly, stepping over the now unconcious ...boy...he only glanced at him. Another wild card..there was always so many of those. Then his gaze flicked to Tyrsis, and held her in his fiery gaze.
" I am not who you think I am Escalvonian. I hope you reconsider by tomorrow's first light. " With that, he left, flying swiftly to his army as they banged their drums, loudly, as they would..all night.
Their chants, their war cries, would fill the air.
And they would fill the air with their ranks come the morrow.
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