Post by Ajax Matashina on Oct 6, 2012 15:12:02 GMT -6
It had been a cold night, forcing most of the mortals off of the streets early to escape the winter winds chill which whipped up old newspapers and other items of rubbish into cyclones billowing down the streets a harsh reality of just how unforgiving the coming winter would be upon the city.
A Golden silence drew closer the later the night became until all that could be heard would be that wind and two men which stood within it.
He stood tall harsh eyes watching the one whom also stood as he did, the two of them on opposite ends of the street.
Metallic eyes ablaze with fury drew in the presence of another coven leader who stood against him, his figure hidden within a thick greying hooded cloak, all features hidden, all except two white eyes which shone out from within the darkness.
“Old one you are not welcome nor will you ever be welcome here in these lands”
Sliding a leather jacket and off over his shoulders he dropped it to the floor without thought. The roses upon his flesh darkening and withdrawing into tightly sealed buds the thorns upon them protruding outwards until they tore through his skin leaving spiked structures upon his upper back, shoulders and upper arms, with such a display there would be no need for a verbal warning from Ajax Matashina, enough had been said without words.
“Yet here I stand”
Hissed the slightly taller figure who had now started to slowly advance in equal steps towards the opposing end of the streets where Ajax currently stood.
Standing his ground Ajax did not move, not until the point in which the male's breath could be felt cold against his own stone cold skin.
Vines reaching out off of his flesh in a flash of a movement grabbed his foe wrapping around him as a constricter would upon its prey.
Only to be torn away by tendrils of silver light, causing Ajax to quickly withdraw them, blood soaking down onto the streets where the vines part of his own life force had been cut away.
The two seperating as quickly as they had joined they now stood in silence both regarding each other, regrouping,both wounded though not fatally a warning hanging over the two ancients in a thick cloying blanket of acrid air, until the cloaked figure twisted up into his self made silver light vanishing back off of the streets of Lacrimosa.
A Golden silence drew closer the later the night became until all that could be heard would be that wind and two men which stood within it.
He stood tall harsh eyes watching the one whom also stood as he did, the two of them on opposite ends of the street.
Metallic eyes ablaze with fury drew in the presence of another coven leader who stood against him, his figure hidden within a thick greying hooded cloak, all features hidden, all except two white eyes which shone out from within the darkness.
“Old one you are not welcome nor will you ever be welcome here in these lands”
Sliding a leather jacket and off over his shoulders he dropped it to the floor without thought. The roses upon his flesh darkening and withdrawing into tightly sealed buds the thorns upon them protruding outwards until they tore through his skin leaving spiked structures upon his upper back, shoulders and upper arms, with such a display there would be no need for a verbal warning from Ajax Matashina, enough had been said without words.
“Yet here I stand”
Hissed the slightly taller figure who had now started to slowly advance in equal steps towards the opposing end of the streets where Ajax currently stood.
Standing his ground Ajax did not move, not until the point in which the male's breath could be felt cold against his own stone cold skin.
Vines reaching out off of his flesh in a flash of a movement grabbed his foe wrapping around him as a constricter would upon its prey.
Only to be torn away by tendrils of silver light, causing Ajax to quickly withdraw them, blood soaking down onto the streets where the vines part of his own life force had been cut away.
The two seperating as quickly as they had joined they now stood in silence both regarding each other, regrouping,both wounded though not fatally a warning hanging over the two ancients in a thick cloying blanket of acrid air, until the cloaked figure twisted up into his self made silver light vanishing back off of the streets of Lacrimosa.
I am so happy to see that