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Post by Pitch on Jan 19, 2013 16:32:45 GMT -5
Pitch was bored, his kingdom amongst the shadows was lonely and dull. His beasts, his demons, he created the out of sheer boredom, the monstrous shadows took the form of dragons, griffins, horses, demons and monsters that bore no name, and the victors, he allowed them rise to the surface world, to do as they will. Once he had manifested the fear, had shaped it, had bestowed it a physical form, he could no longer contain it. It was beyond his control. They were images of death and decay, living nightmares made to bring terror and chaos. Forcing their victims to relive their darkest horrors again and again until Pitch recalled his powers. It mattered little who they infected, everyone feared something, even he, he merely just kept his repressed.
Time had come down upon him, His boredom and his lonliness blended into a seam of bitterness, one that coiled around his heart like a vice, rotting the organ until it felt nothing more than disdain.The empty cages rattled and he dispelled the two beasts fighting to claim one other and stepped through his shadows. he didn't understand why such things no longer brought him to earth, perhaps the Guardians had done more than banish him, perhaps the Guardians had sent him to this bizarre place, but he doubted it. They were against him, the only force that stood a chance at defeating him, they wouldn't dump him somewhere else, especially a place like this, where belief was not needed to fuel his chaos. Such a lovely place this was.
A whinny broke through his musings and the great blackened horse came to a halt in front of him, tossing its impressive head, and opening up its mind to the terrors it had inflicted. Pitch chuckled darkly as he watched the children scream, watched them cry and clutch one another as his demons drew closer. He stroked the creatures mane and neck offering it his 'love'.
"So cruel, so callous, you are divine my love." He cooed to the beast who nickered and brushed his nose against Pitch's face, the shadow bender did not mind, his shadows had provided all of the love he would ever need.
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Post by Raphael 'Rafe' Cain on Jan 20, 2013 17:06:43 GMT -5
Rafe left the bus to catch the demon, that was in town. As he hoped that this demon will tell him where was Mallos, and he also hoped, that this day would be when he got his daughter back. Unfortunately there was no such luck, at least not yet, but he didn't give up. To Rafe's surprise however, as soon as he got off the bus, he stayed in with the other two, he felt himself been pulled back, as he couldn't understand what was happening. Not long after that though, he found himself in a place he never been before , as he sighed.
Rafe then heard screams, as he run to where he heard the screams come from, and sighed. He watched in terror, to what was happening not to far away, and just stood there. Rafe had no idea what to do otr who was doing it, it terrified him to see people get hurt, not too much the fact that he could get hurt or not. To him, others mattered more, then he himself did. It was just the Rafe was, even if he did his best to keep his distance, that didn't mean that he let people get hurt, far from it.
And now, it wasn't any different. Anyway, Rafe then got his sword as he fought the things that attacked, the innocent people, as it wasn't easy but he saved as many as he could. Until he couldn't do much, so instead he carried the ones he could to safety, as he looked around and sighed. When he saw some of the creatures go towards him, as well as the other as he moved fast to get away and got as many people as he could to run to. Rafe then turned back as he did his best to distract as many creatures, things as he could before getting out of there himself. Some of the people were too scared to leave or even wounded or both, so he had to leave them behind, a he had no other choice. Yet, he was glad he saved as many as he could, even so he wished he could have saved more.
Anyhow, as he got out of their, he watched people scatter around, as he sighed then walked off. Rafe then watched the creatures go off to s certain direction, as he followed in hidden, as he hoped that they will take him to their leader, the one that send him. Which was what happened, as he shook his head. Rafe then hid and watched, before he showed himself, as he wondered who the guy was, and what were those creatures, as they kinda effected him but he fought it. He planned to get the guy to suffer for what he did to the people, in one way or another. But first things first.
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Post by Pitch on Jan 25, 2013 21:21:23 GMT -5
His stallions were flawless creations a mixture of shadows and dreadful fear of his own making. The beasts knew no peace, no joy, no happiness, they were mindless monsters that could change their form at will and capture people within the depths of their most terrifying nightmares. Once created they could not be controlled. Fear was directly related to chaos and once chaos is cast in a physical mold it is merely unleashed. It cannot be tamed or bartered. Pitch could dispel them if they choose to turn upon his own countenance but once he set them free, they obeyed no master.
They exuded fear and even as he stroked the great beast, its nostrils flared, hooves scraping across the dirt, nostrils flaring, the creature whinnied into the air, golden eyes a lit with the same maliciousness and chaos that Pitch, himself exuded. He chuckled darkly and with a wave of his hand the creature vanished, the shadows slinking back from where they came and the fear coiling back into Pitch's own flesh. A wicked grin crossed Pitch's face and he folded his arms behind his back.
"Are you going to come out of hiding or shall I send my demons to find you." Pitch purred, a seductive edge to his voice as he awaited his silent stalker. He was immortal, he could not be killed, injured, stripped of powers, humiliated... sure. But he could not be killed. It mattered little who followed him, lest it was North. He couldn't stand North and his incessant loud ways.
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Post by Raphael 'Rafe' Cain on Jan 28, 2013 2:12:14 GMT -5
Rafe heard what the other guy said and sighed, as he got out surprised that he knew he was there, but not too surprised as demons could do that, not all. Also he could tell if the guy and the things he commended weren't like the usual demons he fought against. Rafe looked around then back at him and sighed, as he wasn't sure what to think. He looked him over and sighed, as he shook his head. "I have dealt with a lot of things during my 400 years on earth, I doubt you could be much worse than that" he said to him. He looked around once more, then back to him. Rafe sighed then looked to the side, and after that to another side, then back at the on in front of him and sighed.
"In case you were wondering who saved the people from your demons, whatever they are. Then you are looking at him! I won't let innocent people get hurt by the likes of you." he said, as he watched him closely. "Your demons are ugly, I will tell you that much!" Rafe continued, as he watched him closely and was ready for anything, or so he thought that he was, anyhow. "Why are you hiding behind them? What are you scared to lose, so you need them to do it all for you? You are completely pathetic" he said, few minutes later and sighed. "Will hand it to you, they almost effected me, but you have no idea what I deal with everyday! Well you need to survive and do what you must, then you learn to deal. 400 years are a long time."Rafe said to him and sighed.
He watched him and shook his head. "Don't you know how to fight?" Rafe asked him, as he wondered. He looked down then back at him. "You are more or less like, Mallos. Except he does fight on his own too, unlike you" Rafe pointed out and sighed. "If I was closer to your demons they might have got me, but they didn't" he said to him. "They didn't get rid of me, how about you?" Rafe said, as he watched him with curiosity. He waited for him to reply curiously.
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Post by Pitch on Feb 1, 2013 18:30:18 GMT -5
Pitch could scarcely remember his life as a mortal, so long had hatred and vengeance coursed through his veins, so long had he been volatile and cruel. So long had his bitterness and anger consumed his world that this scattered discoloration was all that he knew. Hatred and fear, shadows and darkness, they colored his veins, coursed through the black cavity that was his heart and dominated him, until nothing remained... well nothing good. His heart was hollowed out, empty black and twisted, and the careless insults thrown his way did little to wound them, in fact he grinned, lips pulling up in a sinister smile that revealed teeth just a bit too pointed to be considered normal. never intimidated and never put off, Pitch remained where he stood letting the human slink from the shadows of the ice covered rocks and the snow covered mountains. Such was life for a maggot like this creature, slithering from one rotting shadow to the next, contaminating his world like a sick plague.
"Demons? Apparently your eyes are just as sluggish as your brain, I command no demons. Shadows forged from darkness and fear, chaos given a physical form. They are horses, although I dare not expect someone as uncivilized as you to know as such." His words were a seductive purr, rolling off of his tongue with the gentlest of caresses, and even as he spoke they came into being beside him, pawing the earth, steam rising from thick nostrils. and shifting restlessly. He caressed them fondly. A single touch and they plunged you into your worst nightmare. "I would not expect someone as dull and uncouth as you to understand the fabrication that is involved in creating one of these magnificent beasts."
Pitch hated those who could not shut up, who bragged and boasted and down-sized his own skill. North did that. He believed the louder and longer one spoke the more determined and tough that made them. North was wrong, it was the quiet, deadly ones that brought the trouble, the power. They remained out of sight, hidden, until the timing proved right. This man was quickly boring him, too loud, too aggressive, too cocky.
"I can fight well enough, I simply am loathe to waste time and energy on someone like you." This last one was spoken in a snarl, and golden eyes narrowed into a fearsome glare, a quick flick of his wrist and shadows twisted, spinning through the air forming, shaping into the darkened stallions, surrounding him completely. They did not move but the snorted and whinnied, crying, begging, pleading to infect this ignorant fool with their nightmares and they waited only Pitch's command.
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