Post by Ahramayav on Dec 17, 2006 6:21:33 GMT -5
With half-closed eyes, Ahramayav strolled through the empty lands that circled the ruinous city of Titanous. If he had eyes, he would be close enough to see the piles of rubble and stone that now made-up the city, but far enough away for them to just be bland piles of greys and browns, dotted in the distance. Without eyes, though, the scene looked infinitely different; through the 1st Word, he saw something entirely different. The markings left by Demons of any sort. Equals. Almost. The dark inpurities that so embody their soul. He couldnt tell if the sight, the far distant haze of a demonic entity, was what aroused him from his mindless wanderings and forced him here. Perhaps it was the familiar scent of blood and pain that so followed around Demons and their Brethren. Or perhaps, simply, it was the lust to be around those of similar origin.
"Demons.." Ahramayav muttered, in the voice that came from everywhere but his vocal box. "No.." the 19th word spoke from the remnants of Ahramayavs body, utilising the same ethereal voice as before; anyone watching, it would seem Ahramayav was simply speaking to himself. Noone would ever know two creatures spoke from the same voice. How would they? "..Lessers, all of them. Physical manifestations of equal power to the Words. They can remain more.. indefinately.." Ahramayav nodded. With a right hand encased in a black glove, he clenched his staff tighter, and rested the dull end on the ground beside him, forcing it to break the surface of the dirt, to stand unsupported. His need to feed was overwhelmed by the forceful desire to venture to this place, and thus, his body was more withered than before. The Chorus was also feeling unusually weary; a feeling he didnt enjoy at all.
"We shall need to feed soon, Host.." Ahramayav nodded again, then let his head slump somewhat to the ground. With a raised right hand, he slid off the glove using his left, he reached into the darkness of the hood of his cloak. The movement was suprisingly agile for one whom looked so old and unkempt in form. With a sudden clench of his fist, the insect crawling over his bandages was taken into his hand, which resumed position infront of his chest. Opening the hand, the insect was reveale to still be alive, his touch as soft as it could be fast. With empty eye sockets covered with whtie materials, he looked down on the pitiful creature; still, somewhere in his mind, he held this creature far higher than that of Humanity. His head rose back to the hidden ranks of Demons before him, hidden away, just out of reach.
"Parasites.." Whether he was talking to the Demonic manifestations in Titanous, or the insect now nestling into the palm of his hand, attempting to break through his second flesh to get to the flowing blood inside. "Just a little longer.." He spoke, as he gently closed his open hand, like a trap closing around an unsuspecting creature. The insect was still embroiled in its task to get through the unbreakable bandages, too busy to notice its doom. The crack of carapace was the last thing the creature heard, as the smear on the white bandages slowly faded until it was nothing; the Chorus fed, if only on an appetiser. The Chorus always fed. "Then we shall feed..."
"Demons.." Ahramayav muttered, in the voice that came from everywhere but his vocal box. "No.." the 19th word spoke from the remnants of Ahramayavs body, utilising the same ethereal voice as before; anyone watching, it would seem Ahramayav was simply speaking to himself. Noone would ever know two creatures spoke from the same voice. How would they? "..Lessers, all of them. Physical manifestations of equal power to the Words. They can remain more.. indefinately.." Ahramayav nodded. With a right hand encased in a black glove, he clenched his staff tighter, and rested the dull end on the ground beside him, forcing it to break the surface of the dirt, to stand unsupported. His need to feed was overwhelmed by the forceful desire to venture to this place, and thus, his body was more withered than before. The Chorus was also feeling unusually weary; a feeling he didnt enjoy at all.
"We shall need to feed soon, Host.." Ahramayav nodded again, then let his head slump somewhat to the ground. With a raised right hand, he slid off the glove using his left, he reached into the darkness of the hood of his cloak. The movement was suprisingly agile for one whom looked so old and unkempt in form. With a sudden clench of his fist, the insect crawling over his bandages was taken into his hand, which resumed position infront of his chest. Opening the hand, the insect was reveale to still be alive, his touch as soft as it could be fast. With empty eye sockets covered with whtie materials, he looked down on the pitiful creature; still, somewhere in his mind, he held this creature far higher than that of Humanity. His head rose back to the hidden ranks of Demons before him, hidden away, just out of reach.
"Parasites.." Whether he was talking to the Demonic manifestations in Titanous, or the insect now nestling into the palm of his hand, attempting to break through his second flesh to get to the flowing blood inside. "Just a little longer.." He spoke, as he gently closed his open hand, like a trap closing around an unsuspecting creature. The insect was still embroiled in its task to get through the unbreakable bandages, too busy to notice its doom. The crack of carapace was the last thing the creature heard, as the smear on the white bandages slowly faded until it was nothing; the Chorus fed, if only on an appetiser. The Chorus always fed. "Then we shall feed..."