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Date Posted: 06/ 8/05 2:03:16am Wed
Brilliance. There was no other word as the sun stretched forth , and broke the horizon in triumph. First it was subtle, pastel shades of purple, orange, and yellow painting itself across the heavens with such delicate skill. Then the great bastion of light rose upwards. So powerful, so benign, shedding as the entire world awoke. For eternity it seemed to last, this metamorphsis into something entirely different..yet so strikingly similiar, to the twin..Night.
His eyes staring into that orb, as if challenging it..or perhaps nodding at an old comrade, the Emperor held his gaze toward that beautiful globe. Basking in its radiance as he sat down in a small chair, letting the light envelope him and his two bodyguards flanking him, as the entire host turned toward the sun and watched.
It seemed so beautiful this day, much like the first time one sees the destined act. Yet as the beautiful dawn settled into a quite day, The Emperor sighed , deeply, the two aides simply glancing at the gesture, then returning their viligiance. The three of them were clothed in the same strange ornate silks that the entire host seemed to adorn themselves with. Sighning once more, he stood from his chair. His clothing catching just a trifle upon the deep scratches, no claw marks, upon the arm rests.
Making a small, casual glance to his hands, the fingernails caked in blood, he stared, sadly, into the strange..perhaps Omen of that.
How soon will these fingers, or these hands or arms, be caked in blood? Will it be my own...or those around me? He thought to himself, his eyes returning to Escalvone. He knew of their voyage, of their odyessy to Hogoromo. He knew the people of Hogoromo now knew of his army. He pondered his next move, though it was already planned, already destined.
Will I bathe in the blood of the innocent? Of the guilty?
He sighed once more, and flexed his fingers, then clenching them tightly into fists, the knuckles white as he stared at Escalvone.
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