Post by Leon Scapel on May 8, 2012 21:57:42 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;]  [/style][STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]RULES: IF YOU DIE, I WIN.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]Timeless. A definition that resides in contradiction to what is meant to be, and what had been. Yet, had you asked this tanned Elf in particular a handful of years ago, he would have answered with just that. His life, his family tree, a timeless event that never seem to change, as if the Scapel name was damned to its' own hell of rebirth, repeating that same old song. However, this changed for the better worse, nearly ten years ago. [Summer Season. 10 Years Prior to Present Day] |
It had been a little over midday when Leon's tracks had entered that of the Mystic Forest. The sun was cloaked behind the towering canopies, yet still managed to stretch some form of life past the translucent leaves and gaps, a thick humidity overcoming the atmosphere around him. This alone, annoyed the Elf, the stickiness of his skin where leather did not perch, causing his lack of water to become even more dehydrated. Not to mention the smaller bugs and insects that were attracted to the very will of his breath, the moist skin was like a newly open pub. Unfortunately, his blood was not on the menu, as for each tender feel that landed amongst his arms, was countered by that of a rapid smack with no remorse.
The soft sound of birds cawing was like a peaceful melody to the smooth ear, and the belated essence of Spring was moving to the North, rarely a gentle breeze passing through his silver locks. Surely had he been taller, much taller than the trees themselves, the birds would have the same fate as that of the insects. But one could not be picky- especially in these days. Leon had grew up with the natural feel of hate and burning passion, but ever since the word got out that the King had been murdered by his own son, it seem to be an on-going fad.
Raising a thin hand above his head, shielding his eyes from the glare that broke above, crimson orbs narrowed as they desperately tried to make out what laid in the far distance. Was this... water? A pond? A small spark erupted in the Elf's stomach, like a child with a new toy. While smiles and that of glee expressed freely was dead to Leon, the hastily position of his footing was well enough example of his dying thirst, bolting across the forest vines until he stood inches from the glassy liquid.
Mist showered heavily within the perimeter of the pond, a raging waterfall towering above as it fed into the source, an eroded line breaking towards the west as a river formed and slithered out of its' borrow. Even to someone as sour and cold hearted as Leon, this place was... tranquil. There had been no need of frustrations, depressions, or even that of overly excited joy. Just a calm, refreshing atmosphere that had the power to wash all your problems aside.
Exhausted, the man collapsed to his knees, crawling over to the edge of the land to cuff his hands into the water. Rather than being plain old liquid, an icy aura shocked through the Elf almost instantaneously as he dipped forth, the surge traveling from his finger tips, all the way to his shoulders. A brief chill vibrated throughout his spine in hesitation, staring at the dull reflection now captured in his hands. No matter how he had felt on the inside, it seemed that the outside remained the same- a scowl of the ages, with daunting, crimson hues painted carefully into eye sockets. With a sigh, the Elf gently threw back his neck, swallowing the mirror image as if to come to terms with who he was.
Interesting creature, none the less...[/i] a thick voice cooed in a monotoned manner. Alarmed, yet not so much to take action, Leon kept his hands at his chin, hovering in the air as he tried to come up with a clever response to the mysterious companion. "...Aren't I, though?" A slick smirk began to twist at the mans' features as he allowed his arms to fall back to his sides, turning his head at such an angle that wasn't entirely looking over his boney shoulder, but looking to his left all the same, sharp irises staring daggers into the ground. "And who might you be?"
There was a pause between that and the response of the unknown carrier, causing Leon to bare his canines against his bottom lip in silent laughter, his cleverness at its' work. My alias is Sentrad. I presume that you are unaware of where you stand. It wasn't a question, but more of a mocking statement towards the Elf. Surely, those of Gira were well aware of the Mythic Pool and its' purpose, a home to that of beast, awaiting their masters that were tied by fate. Though in this case, in seem that dehydration had defeated the better half of Leon's senses, not aware that he had been the one being played.
"... Sentrad, was it? Let me guess. Only I can hear you?"
You're catching on.[/i]
"So that makes you my pet, mm?"
And you're growing cold.[/i]
To the very least, Leon could admit he was already taking a liking to this creature and its' tongue. While it was a lucky hunch that Sentrad, on the other hand, was not enjoying it as much. A snicker escaped the bitten lips of the Elf as he stood, pressing his booted limbs against the soft dirt as he spun around to face the voice's vessel. Several yards into the shadows of the Forest, sat the presence an overly-large mutt, it's physical build much similar to that of a chimera. A pair of delicate, curved horns sat amongst the large skull, as thick, glimmering canines flickered from the Beast's mouth. His tail stretched around him in a thickened coat of raven and maroon, as did the same texture around his neck and chest, a mane-like patch that boasted his appearance even more. And all this, topped with the yellow, daunting eyes that peered directly against Leon's red.
"My, my... A beauty. While I was not intentionally coming here for a partner, I can say that I'm impressed on such late notice," the Elf chuckled, stuffing his slender hands into the pockets of his leather jerkin. I cannot say the same,[/i] the canine replied bluntly, standing from his perch as he emerged from the Forest shade, the massive form now coming to be in comparison with Leon's light frame. As Sentrad trotted forth, this is also when the Elf noticed an extra attribute to the Beast, what seem to be that of marrowed hooks sprawling from his hind legs. A beauty, indeed.
As Sentrad made his way towards his newly found Rider, his height seem to be that of only several inches shorter than Leon, not including any height added by the horns. His coat was thick in deep hues, a glimpse of highlighted orange that seem to reflect that of the sun above. He had been quite menacing looking, if the Elf had to judge first impressions.
"Well then... at the least, I'll have your assistance in my search for the Dark Elf King," Leon suggested, tilting his head as if reassuring the other. "Let us head back to my camp at the Mountains... from there, we will venture out for more food supplies at the Light City Town, and begin the search anew."
Timeless. A definition that resides in contradiction to what is meant to be, and what had been. A chain that was now broken against the Scapel name, and re-birthing into something much different to this day and age. Had you asked this Elf in particular, what his life had been, he would have answered with just that. If you ask him today, he may reply with, something much, much more clever.[/font][/style]
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