ANAHITA
Hour by hour
May we two stand
May we two stand
Torchlight and jovial chatter broke through in waves, finding its way to her from between the tree trunks.
Anahita stood leaning against a birch tree, bathed in the last strands of orange light offered by the dimming sun, quiet as a shadow, lost in thought. She watched the procession winding from the well-trodden dirt road into a forest trail. A merry group of villagers on their way to visit their neighbors across the wood. Friends, spouses and neighbors, a loose dog or two and lively children milling between them. The season of the harvest has begun, a time of toil and a time of merriment.
Ana's long dress stirred in the evening breeze and she pulled a wine-red shawl tighter around her shoulders. So many things had changed shape, the very continent reformed, but this... was familiar.
Anahita stood leaning against a birch tree, bathed in the last strands of orange light offered by the dimming sun, quiet as a shadow, lost in thought. She watched the procession winding from the well-trodden dirt road into a forest trail. A merry group of villagers on their way to visit their neighbors across the wood. Friends, spouses and neighbors, a loose dog or two and lively children milling between them. The season of the harvest has begun, a time of toil and a time of merriment.
Ana's long dress stirred in the evening breeze and she pulled a wine-red shawl tighter around her shoulders. So many things had changed shape, the very continent reformed, but this... was familiar.
When we're dead
Between these lands
Between these lands
the Butcher
Dusklight Security ✓
Age: 42 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds | Level: 1
STR: 37 - DEX: 32 - END: 30 - LUCK: 37 - ARC: 88 - INT: - HP: 30 - BASE ROLL: 69
SICARIUS - Mythical - Bone Dragon (Black Fire Breath)
Age: 42 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds | Level: 1
STR: 37 - DEX: 32 - END: 30 - LUCK: 37 - ARC: 88 - INT: - HP: 30 - BASE ROLL: 69
SICARIUS - Mythical - Bone Dragon (Black Fire Breath)
Played by: Skylark
Posts: 3,620 | Total: 21,839
MP: 10177
Posts: 3,620 | Total: 21,839
MP: 10177
11-06-2024, 09:27 PM
reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
Needing to have sated some amount of a bloodlust if only to keep his too sharp teeth locked behind his lips, Astaroth finds himself also in the woods of the Outer Brambles, having managed to snag a creature within the woods to drain and devour to take the edge off. It wouldn’t last, of course, but at the very least there would be no questions asked, no missing persons this far out in the wilderness of the Hollowed Grounds, no fingers pointing back at him.
So it’s with distraction and an attempt to get the slick warm blood from his hands that the butcher sparks the flame, letting the light cleanse the blood on his hands until they sluff away into ash, enough that he’s grateful for the dark hues he wears (always impeccably dressed). Tonight’s attire consists of a dark black, silken shirt, buttoned up to the top with an equally dark vest over it with embroidered floral designs in a shiny thread against the matte hue. Black slacks also accompany the look, but rather than choosing the wingtip shoes, the butcher has chosen boots for this occasion. As if he had a semblance of an idea he would be getting them dirty.
Evening blows through the branches, a chill to it that Astaroth already begins to loathe as he takes his trek back, coming upon a rather unique scene. The main forest trail with visitors meandering down the pathway, accompanied by the barks of canines and idle conversation. But something about the picture doesn’t fit, he realizes, as he spots Anahita’s dress stir with the next fluttering breeze through the branches.
Casually, he makes his trajectory toward her rather than heading back toward the Inner Quarter, drawn in by the gradient hue of very distinct horns atop her head. His own are pointed not unlike her own, hues of fire obsidian make up the two pronged antlers that curve back around his head from his temples, and a spaded tail that lashes in calculating movements. “Why, hello there.” Comes the deep accented hum of a greeting – far enough away to not startle her by his approach. He doesn’t recognize her, but being a centuries old Ancient having only reawakened a year ago now, he imagines he doesn’t know every single Ancient in Caido anymore.
Either way, Astaroth offers her a wide smile of greeting, polite and as gentle as can be for a man who’s had all of his teeth sharpened into points.
So it’s with distraction and an attempt to get the slick warm blood from his hands that the butcher sparks the flame, letting the light cleanse the blood on his hands until they sluff away into ash, enough that he’s grateful for the dark hues he wears (always impeccably dressed). Tonight’s attire consists of a dark black, silken shirt, buttoned up to the top with an equally dark vest over it with embroidered floral designs in a shiny thread against the matte hue. Black slacks also accompany the look, but rather than choosing the wingtip shoes, the butcher has chosen boots for this occasion. As if he had a semblance of an idea he would be getting them dirty.
Evening blows through the branches, a chill to it that Astaroth already begins to loathe as he takes his trek back, coming upon a rather unique scene. The main forest trail with visitors meandering down the pathway, accompanied by the barks of canines and idle conversation. But something about the picture doesn’t fit, he realizes, as he spots Anahita’s dress stir with the next fluttering breeze through the branches.
Casually, he makes his trajectory toward her rather than heading back toward the Inner Quarter, drawn in by the gradient hue of very distinct horns atop her head. His own are pointed not unlike her own, hues of fire obsidian make up the two pronged antlers that curve back around his head from his temples, and a spaded tail that lashes in calculating movements. “Why, hello there.” Comes the deep accented hum of a greeting – far enough away to not startle her by his approach. He doesn’t recognize her, but being a centuries old Ancient having only reawakened a year ago now, he imagines he doesn’t know every single Ancient in Caido anymore.
Either way, Astaroth offers her a wide smile of greeting, polite and as gentle as can be for a man who’s had all of his teeth sharpened into points.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
Age: 28 | Height: 173 ( 5′ 8″) | Race: Ancient | Citizenship: Nomadic | Level: 0
STR: 7 - DEX: 13 - END: 12 - LUCK: 3 - ARC: - INT: - HP: 0 - BASE ROLL: 16
Played by: Azul
Posts: 15 | Total: 17
MP: 0
Posts: 15 | Total: 17
MP: 0
12-02-2024, 11:11 AM
ANAHITA
Hour by hour
May we two stand
May we two stand
She felt his steady approach before she saw it, a lone figure, tall, overdressed and moving with intent. Her eye caught a flicker of the dying light reflected in dark, pointed horns, and she stood upright from her relaxed position, the furrowed tree bark tugging at her shawl.
He brought with him a faint smell of blood which drew an almost instinctive smirk out of the corner of her lips.
She stood across from him wearing an inquisitive look in her eye, a black, flowing dress that hugged her tightly at the waist and fell, layered and encircled in lace, down to her ankles. When the air stirred, it wove itself into her long tousled hair while fabric danced around her like a willow branch.
His voice was deep and melodic as he spoke his greeting. There was a threat to the way he walked, towering over the serene landscape, the way he grinned (despite his intent), the way he spoke, like a cat who'd found something to play with. But the danger was not pointed at her, and his sharp edges were reassuringly exposed. Anahita felt quite at ease.
She raised the slipping shawl back around her shoulders, "Well hello, stranger," she spoke in a voice hoarse from lack of use. She considered him for a moment longer and continued, "Taking a stroll?"
He brought with him a faint smell of blood which drew an almost instinctive smirk out of the corner of her lips.
She stood across from him wearing an inquisitive look in her eye, a black, flowing dress that hugged her tightly at the waist and fell, layered and encircled in lace, down to her ankles. When the air stirred, it wove itself into her long tousled hair while fabric danced around her like a willow branch.
His voice was deep and melodic as he spoke his greeting. There was a threat to the way he walked, towering over the serene landscape, the way he grinned (despite his intent), the way he spoke, like a cat who'd found something to play with. But the danger was not pointed at her, and his sharp edges were reassuringly exposed. Anahita felt quite at ease.
She raised the slipping shawl back around her shoulders, "Well hello, stranger," she spoke in a voice hoarse from lack of use. She considered him for a moment longer and continued, "Taking a stroll?"
When we're dead
Between these lands
Between these lands
the Butcher
Dusklight Security ✓
Age: 42 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds | Level: 1
STR: 37 - DEX: 32 - END: 30 - LUCK: 37 - ARC: 88 - INT: - HP: 30 - BASE ROLL: 69
SICARIUS - Mythical - Bone Dragon (Black Fire Breath)
Age: 42 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds | Level: 1
STR: 37 - DEX: 32 - END: 30 - LUCK: 37 - ARC: 88 - INT: - HP: 30 - BASE ROLL: 69
SICARIUS - Mythical - Bone Dragon (Black Fire Breath)
Played by: Skylark
Posts: 3,620 | Total: 21,839
MP: 10177
Posts: 3,620 | Total: 21,839
MP: 10177
12-04-2024, 08:20 AM
reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
A gentleman, if not a butcher also, but he was always the gentleman first. And as such, he hesitates at a respectable distance before the other Ancient, his tail coiling behind him comfortably as he listens to her hoarse voice greet him in turn – like she’s been working on knocking the cobwebs loose from her vocal chords while the wind stirs between them again – ruffling his dark hair that’s managed to remain mostly in place and combed back, while he watches as the very same breeze slips through her long hair and the white fabric, fluttering and gentle despite how he wonders just how gentle the two of them are.
At any rate, his smile remains aimed at her as she slips the shawl up around her shoulders and he nods his head, sharp points of the antlered horns pointing up as he dips his head low. “Indeed. It is quite a lovely night for it, wouldn’t you say?” He asks, pulling his dark mahogany gaze away from her to peer through the trees and past tree branches and trunks as if listening for anything beyond their conversation, before his attention slides back toward her with that same effortless, shark-toothed smile. “Were you taking a stroll as well?” He asks curiously, flipping the question onto her, tail whipping at his heels.
At any rate, his smile remains aimed at her as she slips the shawl up around her shoulders and he nods his head, sharp points of the antlered horns pointing up as he dips his head low. “Indeed. It is quite a lovely night for it, wouldn’t you say?” He asks, pulling his dark mahogany gaze away from her to peer through the trees and past tree branches and trunks as if listening for anything beyond their conversation, before his attention slides back toward her with that same effortless, shark-toothed smile. “Were you taking a stroll as well?” He asks curiously, flipping the question onto her, tail whipping at his heels.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
