In Time To Come
((OOC: The poem below does not belong to me. Entitled 'Death of Dusk', this poem is an original work belonging to Mark R Slaughter - what a name! All credits should go to him.
And lol, on a side note, Rune's thoughts are a reference to another poem... Who knows which?))
"You....are an idiot. I don't need weapons to deal with you."
"Argh!" Thomas hissed as he glared at the man. "What's with this cockiness?!"
He was just in the process of responding with these words when he saw Revilo rushing at him, spell at the ready. Grinning, Thomas muttered," About time." The bolts of electricity around him cackled almost as if in response. "But this trick of yours won't work."
Thomas clapsed his hands, morphing his legs into pure electricty to sidestep. "Why did you think they call me the Thunderbolt?" He mused, guffawing as he watched the tree that Revilo summoned hit nothing and crash to the ground.
"My turn," He growled, changing back to his normal legs, then running towards Revilo with the intent to ram against him. Bolts of electricity surrounded him like a protective barrier as he ran, laughing the whole time.
-----
"Truly, it is about time."
Rune sighed, suppressing her emotions. Projecting onto her face a confident expression, she beamed widely as she addressed the crowd that had gathered around her. Seeing their leader this confidence probably stirred them, as they cheered resoundingly.
"Yes, make some noise. It is time for Alissa to know."
The crowd grew rowdier at this statement, some of them going as far as to blast explosive spells in the air to add to the noise. Rune chuckled, watching the miniature fireworks briefly before shifting her gaze back on to the main headquarters.
"I certainly hope we do not have to storm the main headquarters... But oh well, it never hurts to play it safe."
Looking back to the people, she nodded, "Well, we can't waste too much time here, so lets move into Phase Two straight away."
At this, the noise died down, almost instantaneously, as the people closed the eyes to focus. Within seconds, the entire place was glowing. The air was saturated with magical energy, all being channeled towards one person- Rune.
The girl herself, didn't waste away these magical energies.
" The sun resigns,
bleeds out the vestiges –
remnants of the day.
Exsanguination edges into twilight:
red-brown hangs;
upwards darkens:
blue-brown,
blue-black,
death-black,
disquiet – furtive,
like ghoul-ridden fog.
A sombre moon assumes its role,
gushing silver-white lymph upon the muted scape –
a prequel of supernatural undertones
to chill the scene,
ice the spine,
kill the brain –
we have unnerved the very firmament.
But now a shadow closing down the globe:
dinosaurian cloud shrouds the moon glaze,
claims the late hour –
declared in a dying crow caw.
I, the hidden owl
– nemesis of claustrophobic minds –
awake! for mammal flesh –
fresh, jerking out its warmth in dance of death.
Rock-still I perch in sculptured oneness
with my crooked night-tree,
emanating nocturnal allure.
Together we scowl
together we play the dark
upon the land and sky
and mind
while you lie as dead in your box.
Come forth, Winfrith, Dark Angel!"
As if in response, the magical energies in the air spiralled upwards above Rune, forming into a concentrated mass of black. From within this ball of darkness, emerged a figure, who almost seemed to have torn his way through. Landing beside Rune, he looked at his summoner attentively.
"Why, hello there, Winfrith."
Rune greeted the Dark Angel cheerfully. Winfrith, however, responded with a nod. He is, after all emotionless, and a mute as well. Furthermore, it didn't help that he wasn't very good at expressing himself through gestures. So, Rune never quite found out how exactly he would have came to become a Dao, or what he actually is, or whatever else about him that would now remain a mystery.
"Right now, we're still in an uncertain position. We don't know if our enemies will surrender, or put up resistance. Of course, in the case of the latter, you'll decimate them."
All these left Rune's lips fluidly, so fluidly it felt strange. They were, after all, her own kind. Even her hatred for humans would never twist away the conscience that she still had in her own heart.
But, she had already came to terms with that, more or less. 'My soul. Corrupted by vengeance, will seek the end of this all, by whatever means necessary,' She thought to herself, before looking over to Winfrith, who nodded in response.
((OOC: The poem below does not belong to me. Entitled 'Death of Dusk', this poem is an original work belonging to Mark R Slaughter - what a name! All credits should go to him.
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"You....are an idiot. I don't need weapons to deal with you."
"Argh!" Thomas hissed as he glared at the man. "What's with this cockiness?!"
He was just in the process of responding with these words when he saw Revilo rushing at him, spell at the ready. Grinning, Thomas muttered," About time." The bolts of electricity around him cackled almost as if in response. "But this trick of yours won't work."
Thomas clapsed his hands, morphing his legs into pure electricty to sidestep. "Why did you think they call me the Thunderbolt?" He mused, guffawing as he watched the tree that Revilo summoned hit nothing and crash to the ground.
"My turn," He growled, changing back to his normal legs, then running towards Revilo with the intent to ram against him. Bolts of electricity surrounded him like a protective barrier as he ran, laughing the whole time.
-----
"Truly, it is about time."
Rune sighed, suppressing her emotions. Projecting onto her face a confident expression, she beamed widely as she addressed the crowd that had gathered around her. Seeing their leader this confidence probably stirred them, as they cheered resoundingly.
"Yes, make some noise. It is time for Alissa to know."
The crowd grew rowdier at this statement, some of them going as far as to blast explosive spells in the air to add to the noise. Rune chuckled, watching the miniature fireworks briefly before shifting her gaze back on to the main headquarters.
"I certainly hope we do not have to storm the main headquarters... But oh well, it never hurts to play it safe."
Looking back to the people, she nodded, "Well, we can't waste too much time here, so lets move into Phase Two straight away."
At this, the noise died down, almost instantaneously, as the people closed the eyes to focus. Within seconds, the entire place was glowing. The air was saturated with magical energy, all being channeled towards one person- Rune.
The girl herself, didn't waste away these magical energies.
" The sun resigns,
bleeds out the vestiges –
remnants of the day.
Exsanguination edges into twilight:
red-brown hangs;
upwards darkens:
blue-brown,
blue-black,
death-black,
disquiet – furtive,
like ghoul-ridden fog.
A sombre moon assumes its role,
gushing silver-white lymph upon the muted scape –
a prequel of supernatural undertones
to chill the scene,
ice the spine,
kill the brain –
we have unnerved the very firmament.
But now a shadow closing down the globe:
dinosaurian cloud shrouds the moon glaze,
claims the late hour –
declared in a dying crow caw.
I, the hidden owl
– nemesis of claustrophobic minds –
awake! for mammal flesh –
fresh, jerking out its warmth in dance of death.
Rock-still I perch in sculptured oneness
with my crooked night-tree,
emanating nocturnal allure.
Together we scowl
together we play the dark
upon the land and sky
and mind
while you lie as dead in your box.
Come forth, Winfrith, Dark Angel!"
As if in response, the magical energies in the air spiralled upwards above Rune, forming into a concentrated mass of black. From within this ball of darkness, emerged a figure, who almost seemed to have torn his way through. Landing beside Rune, he looked at his summoner attentively.
"Why, hello there, Winfrith."
Rune greeted the Dark Angel cheerfully. Winfrith, however, responded with a nod. He is, after all emotionless, and a mute as well. Furthermore, it didn't help that he wasn't very good at expressing himself through gestures. So, Rune never quite found out how exactly he would have came to become a Dao, or what he actually is, or whatever else about him that would now remain a mystery.
"Right now, we're still in an uncertain position. We don't know if our enemies will surrender, or put up resistance. Of course, in the case of the latter, you'll decimate them."
All these left Rune's lips fluidly, so fluidly it felt strange. They were, after all, her own kind. Even her hatred for humans would never twist away the conscience that she still had in her own heart.
But, she had already came to terms with that, more or less. 'My soul. Corrupted by vengeance, will seek the end of this all, by whatever means necessary,' She thought to herself, before looking over to Winfrith, who nodded in response.