By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)
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				Title: <strong>By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 02:22:31</strong>
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				The warmth of the eternally setting Sun bathed the silent city in an almost gentle glow; deceptively calm and serene to hide the disquiet that loomed beneath the surface. Great iron sentinels stood in their diligence to smite any wanderers daring to approach the sacred place, statues that sprang to life to destroy the reckless and unwary. Anor Londo was not a kind place. Within the great walls of marble and stone hid dangers enough to ward off the most brazen of adventurers, the mountainous region surrounding the still city a sure sign for travelers to the damned land to stay away.<br><br>And yet there were those who purposefully walked the dangerous roads towards the perpetual twilight. Some inevitably in search of riches, seeking to plunder the wealth that lay hidden beneath spiraling staircases and looming statues of heros long-since passed. They were swiftly silenced. Such petty and selfish reasons wouldn't last long against the iron defenders who shook the very ground with their footsteps and shattered bone with each strike of their great blades. Their search for the great tomb that slumbered beneath the city would always end in vain, for only those who possessed a true desire to worship and pray to the holiest of shrines would find their way.<br><br>Never had a mortal man taken a step into the sanctuary that served as Lord Gwyn's tomb. It was an untouched and unspoiled place for silence and devotion; eternal contemplation for the one who dwelt within it's white walls. The few who had approached the looming white fog that barred the way were met with but a single warning to remain at a distance, and should they be deemed worthy by His gaze, a pact would be spoken. This was the reason the chosen few broke through the dangers of Anor Londo; the rise above other mortal men and seek the Covenant that would grant them a God's protection in exchange for servitude. To smite those who dared disgrace the holy relics and tarnish Gwyn's glorious name. They were the Blades of Darkmoon, governed in eternal vigilance by the hand of Dark Sun Gwyndolin.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/QXcqVlm.png)</div><br>Time held no meaning to a deity. The slipping by of years and centuries was but a ripple in the great tide that was the lif of the world, and for Gwyndolin the silence was perfect. His place was to be hidden, behind the wall of fog where he could perform his duty to protect his father's tomb and hide his own personal shame. To be cursed with an appearance so frail, so slender was the chain that locked him away from the outside world. Though even had he the same strength and power as his father, he wondered whether he would choose to leave the sanctuary.<br><br>He had his Blades. The men and women who devoted themselves to the cause of vengeance against heretics and oath-betrayers. They were his arms to reach out into the world and in return his gaze remained on their efforts to reward and protect their faithful service. He stood at the far end of the almost neverending corridor, a hand white as snow touching the throne that he was not fit to sit in. His eyes were ever-watchful, though hidden by a golden crown and he knew... One of his chosen would return to him soon; would kneel beyond the barrier and seek his audience.<br><br>There was nothing to do but wait for the moment when he would speak once more and offer a most special boon to his most loyal. A God's favour was not easily gained, yet this one had done so... A reward was due, and Gwyndolin was not without gratitude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 13:40:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;How uncommon it was, with the world so plagued by wickedness and darkness, for there to be many that would be willingly generous or trustworthy. Hardly a man would admit to their faults, their sins. All for the fear that they too would be hunted. As if speaking their atrocities would save them from cold punishment exacted by those that would seek and exact the gods very will. Velka's eyes, ever watchful... the Dark Sun's will, ever vigilant... The Blades deliverance, ever swift.<br><br>&nbsp;The body fell hard onto the ground, the colder climate making the impact all the more harsh as the wounded cracked his skull against the iced earth. coughing up a splatter of blood soaked phlem as he tried to breath. The cold steel had pierced straight through to the left lung however. There would be no breathing at this point, only an agonizing death as he suffocated on his own blood.<br><br>&nbsp;Aiden stood at the ready, his blade drawn at his side. A more relaxed stance than moments before when he had ambushed the sinner before him. Dressed for the harsh elements, his face wisely shielded from not only the stinging cold but potential frontal attack as well. He was a Blade of the Darkmoon, serving under the covenant of the Dark Sun Gwyndolin. Aiden was no coward, but he had the raising of a thief. His fighting methods involved short bursts of speed and surprise attacks, posting most of his initial strength and skill into that first attack.<br><br>&nbsp;An assassin most would deem him by now, and many have called him while cursing him and their fate and the God he so willingly served.<br><br>&nbsp;"You have none but yourself to blame sinner. Repent, while you still are able to breath. While I bear witness, repent your sins and perhaps the gods will have mercy on your soul" his voice would mumble behind his protective mask. The winds shrieked angrily about them, fierce and unmerciful. Northern winds were never kind however.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a10/L_I_A_S/anime/327c3084-c4b5-4e84-b2d6-5a5bc8ba995a_zps1ac97be1.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;The wounded and judged held himself up with one hand while bent onto his knees. The weight of simply living was nearly too much for him as he watched his life drain out of him onto the ground, watching as the icy earth gradually began to soak it into it's roots. Moments into the attack and he hadn't even the chance to defend himself. As the moments wore on and it was clear to them both that the dying one would not be speaking anything more than gargles and bloody curses.<br><br>&nbsp;Aiden left little else before crouching down in front of the knelt other. Lifting his blade to pose it just over the mans heart.<br><br>&nbsp;"We are finished here" and without another word sent his sword tip swiftly slicing through the mans abdomen and peeking out the back. Moments later pulling his sword free and wiping it clean before retrieving an item of much worth to one of the god's. An item that in itself had placed a great sin upon the now deceased's head. His sin now paid and the item recovered, he wrapped it well and tucked it securely into his satchel before making his way once more.<br><br>&nbsp;Already well on his way, returning to Anor Londo. It took him half a day to navigate the treacherous lands now, as opposed to several when he had first come upon it. Now he could slip through the halls with only a mild danger. The item he carried with himself momentarily stayed with him, as he wished to present it before returning it to it's rightful place amongst one of the other god's things elsewhere.<br><br>&nbsp;He felt that fear again, however it brought him a buzz of adrenaline. A sense of wonderment and awe to be here once more after so long to pay homage to the one whom he served. A soft padding of his footsteps echo'd quietly through the corridor as he made his way down the steps that lead into a short hall, with the Lord of Cinder's honorary tomb facing him at the opposite end.<br><br>&nbsp;Fog swirled within the frame as well as poured out in ominous rivulets. Aiden paused his step as he neared it, knowing full well that he was not to pass beyond. As if not having to be told, he pulled the item he had just recently received from his satchel, still wrapped in clothe and set at his side before he placed his primary sword horizontal before himself as he knelt down before the tomb's entrance.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 14:32:12</strong>
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				The soft tread of footsteps could be heard from deep within the Lord's tomb as one of the faithful returned. The faint hum of guilt-soaked sacrifice drew Gwyndolin's attention further towards the one who came so frequently with souvenirs of heretics and he turned his gaze from the great throne to stare down the long, lonely corridor that led towards the barrier of fog. Though he had never seen the mortal's physical form, the touch and scent of the soul was a familiar one It was rare indeed for the deity to focus his attention on something so trivial as a single life, but this one had been dutiful and swift in judgement. This one deserved speech.<br><br>The offering, once raised was summoned inwards with the simple curling of one slender finger, the wrapped flesh fading seamlessly through the white light. A chuckle might have escaped Gwyndolin were he a being of emotion at the way in which the thing was wrapped; a gift to be opened seemed almost bizarre given the item in question. The fabric fell to the floor and faded from existence; melting into the holy ground and Gwyndolin nodded simply at the blood-drained ear, waving a pale hand across the flesh to send it to rest with the thousands more thay lay buried further below.<br><br>Only then did he speak, his tones powerful, demanding even as they offered assistance. "Welcome back, Blade of the Darkmoon. Thine service has been noted and I am pleased. Thine blade is swift and judgement true... Many have met their divine fate at the hands of your blood-soaked blade."<br><br>There was a pause as he stepped forward, the air shifting and blurring for a moment before he stood just inside of the fog wall, a hand lifting to brush the tips of his fingers against the ethereal barrier. It was as close as he would ever come in leaving the tomb and touching the world beyond, not that he had any desire to leave the place of his father, but to bless the Blade who served so faithfully he would remain closer.<br><br>"I would offer thee a boon for the years of service. The power of Dark Sun Gwyndolin is potent and earthly desire can be satisfied. Please state thy wish and a blessing shall be bestowed upon thee."<br><br>Mortals offered something so powerful could ask for anything. Of course Gwyndolin's power to bless was not as potent as his ability to destroy, but he would see it done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 15:20:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;Aiden was silent for a moment still as he set his hand over the smooth clean well cared for surface of his sheathed blade. After reaching up briefly to loosen the bindings upon his protective mask to drag down around his neck while his form remained knelt forward with his head lowered in respect for the Dark Sun.<br><br>&nbsp;"Your Blade has returned to you, Dark Sun, my Lord. I bring news of success and a token therein" he would finally say before awaiting an expected silence. He would take his leave after some time spent in what felt like the other's presence, even if he was never seen, let alone heard. He would remain unflinching as he noticed several moments later that the token was in fact gone, like the rest. He had come to a silent expected routine to look away at it's mention and see it gone. <br><br>&nbsp;What came that he did not expect after so long however, was to hear the deity's voice. It brought a cold thundering chill up his spine. Something he felt that he had not experienced since the first and last time he had heard his Lord's voice. It brought his fingers to curling tensely as he quietly swallowed and regained his senses to hear the words spoken to him. <br><br>&nbsp;To be welcomed back however, brought an odd joy to his soul. A level of recognition that would satisfy him for what he felt would be the rest of his days. Never had he felt a swell of gratitude as much as he did since within his Lord's service. He owed much to the Dark Sun and showed his pleasure in both the offer given by the deity as well as his choice to accept by his dutiful skill.<br><br>&nbsp;Aiden swallowed slowly again before his head lowered a few more inches as he felt the weight of a pressure he could only know as Gwyndolin's nearing. Then he was offered a boon. Surely this was not a common occurrence. It left him dumbfounded for a moment as he was so graciously given such a blessing.<br><br>&nbsp;His lips glanced apart slightly as he thought for a moment, knowing to force the other to wait on his mortal mind... seemingly opened to a world's of opportunity, was far beyond rude. He did not wish to anger Gwyndolin.<br><br>&nbsp;"My Lord, I have served you for many years now. I have paved you a road out of sinner's, and a river from their blood" he began, a low beseeching tone as he remained head bowed.<br><br>&nbsp;"I regret no moment in my servitude and would seek to continue serving my Lord, as his will wishes, and there will always be Sinner's" he would continue. Pausing a moment as he delved deeper into his desires, his wishes. For so long he had nothing more he could ask for. He even verbalized such.<br><br>&nbsp;"I have gold, I have strength through my Lord, I have purpose" he'd feel his heart strain a little as it quickened briefly at the pressure of Gwyndolin's nearness. He could not see or sense him in the way that the deity could sense the mortals. However, he was a power to remember. A sensation to never forget. An enigma of power that demanded respect.<br><br>&nbsp;It was then that Aiden knew his desire. He paused for some time as he wished to make absolutely sure within his heart, that it was what he wished for.<br><br>&nbsp;"My Lord, I know the one thing that I would desire, by your will alone" he'd finally say as he relaxed his tense form somewhat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 15:40:19</strong>
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				That his words were not met with useless silence was pleasing to Gwyndolin. He had little use for mortals who could only whimper at his voice and scavange for whatever scraps of praise they might gleam from his scon. The man who spoke was of a better sort than most; his tone holding both a degree of confidence in his recognised service and the reverence appropriate for speaking with a deity. How long had it been since Gwyndolin had spoken a word beyond the joining of the covenant with another being? He couldn't place a time or quantify years, but it had been beyond a hundred lifetimes.<br><br>"My will is realised in thine service. The traitors of this world must be brought to bended knee and thou art expert in this task. You will continue to carve the name of the Dark Sun into mine enemies until you slip into the slumber of death..." But that was no boon. That was simply the way things were.<br><br>The mention of gold and power was something Gwyndolin expected. Mortal desires were easily predicted and he did not look down upon the man for speaking of such things. So trivial to a deity but vital in the meagre life of a human. But no, they were not wished for; there was something else. Something that made the man hesitate.<br><br>"I do not possess patience for those that speak nought but silence. You gain nothing by tempting my ire, Blade." There was a subtle sharpness to his tone as he demandes the desire be spoken; he was not a God to be kept waiting. <br><br>"Speak, else depart from these hallowed halls and continue your purpose."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 15:59:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;Matters of such great importance and opportunity were to never be wasted. Neither were Gods to be made to wait, unless you wished to find your boon turn into a curse. Aiden still did not raise his head, but did find his voice as it rose again to beseech the God he knelt before behind that veil of fog.<br><br>&nbsp;"My Lord, I wish not to draw your ire" he would verify as his head lifted in the slightest. Eyes still softly closed, he brought it up more in a gesture than an attempt to look.<br><br>&nbsp;"Might your Blade be graced with his Lord's image?" he would finally ask. While a strong man Aiden may be, before a God... he was dust in the wind. He understood that and not only revered and felt praise before him, but fear as ever. The caution he felt for asking for such was there, however the opportunity was rare, and he wished for nothing else. Needed nothing else.<br><br>&nbsp;"Where I to be given the chance to gaze upon my Lord's visage, I would be counted blessed, far more than I already am"
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 16:31:37</strong>
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				When finally the desire was spoken aloud, it would be the deity who became silent for several long moments, or perhaps it was a mere instant as the ancient cogs within his mind ground to a halt in that single moment. Anger was the emotion that took the forefront of his thoughts and he turned sharply from the fog bank with a quickness that shuddered the air around him, his voice a deep rumblw of encroaching thunder. "Thou darest ask such a thing of me? Ask for permission to trample this sacred ground with thine mortal tred?" <br><br>Gwyndolin never needed to shout or raise his voice. The barely-contained fury was evident in every trembling syllable and it was only through Aiden's diligent service that he wasn't immediately cast from the sanctuary. Not that the mortal was to know. None knew the failings that haunted the deity through his birth and his growing years. His sense of shame and humiliation whenever he chanced a glance at his reflection in the pools of light cast through long windows.<br><br>Thoughts of what he should have been raced once more through Gwyndolin's mind as he lifted a pale hand to examine the slender fingers before they balled into a fist, blue energy crackling around the hand before he let it drop. If only... he had been like her. Sister...<br><br>"Thou art... a brave soul." He spoke again, his tone calmer as he looked towards the fog once more. "One who wishes to look upon the Dark Sun must do so with absolute faith and their feet will not step upon this holy geound..." He stepped towards the fog, his eyes closed behind the crown of gold. "I shall allow a glimpse. Rise from your knee and step back."<br><br>He waited for a moment for his word to be obeyed before a hand lifted to press against the magical barrier. Slowly it sank through, the white light rippling and fading from sight as he took a slow step forward, parting the fog to allow him to pass through into the cold stone of the city. The air grew still, the light flickering for a moment before frowing brighter as Gwyndolin stood beyond the threshold.<br><br>Robes of white hung down to trail over the floor yet no dirt clung to the surface. The tips of pale fingers could be seen beneath wide sleeves and his face was turned forward, only the lower half visible against the gleaming crown the shimmered with its own light. Lips were set in an expression made carefully blank for a God should not show emotion before a subject, and slowly he waved his arm downward, speaking once again. <br><br>"Behold your Dark Sun Gwyndolin. Gaze upon that which no mortal has ever seen before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>04-08-2013, 22:36:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;Aiden did not need to hear the Dark Sun's words to know that a steadily growing rage was shuddering the cool air around him. It seemed to give it a heat that made even him break into a subtle but cold sweat. He held his eyes open but was staring fiercely at his displayed blade he'd set before himself as he did so.<br><br>&nbsp;Words would not momentarily work as his Lord spoke with more ire to his words than the air had trembled with. He knew only that his Lord was recluse and wished none to enter upon such a holy place.<br><br>&nbsp;"I would not dare treed upon such a place my Lord" he would say after recovering enough to speak. Though moments after having voiced his desire, and the reaction he was getting... he wondered if perhaps he should have asked for something far more meaningless. He knew in his heart that he truly wished to see the one whom he followed so loyally though. The more it seemed to be an issue, the more he wished to cast his gaze fully onto his Lord.<br><br>&nbsp;As a tentative compliment came, giving him what he felt to be a scolding fused with praise, Aiden relaxed only slightly. He swallowed the knot he'd felt forming in his throat before breathing a little deeper and nodding silently at his Lord's words. When it dawned on him that his wish would be granted, he felt a bubbling scorching well of eagerness laced within his curiosity as a human. He gathered his blade once more as he gradually rose from his place before the fog and fastened it once more to his hip, where it had once been before taking a few steps back from that small ceremonial square, scuffed subtly from wear.<br><br>&nbsp;The low torchlight grew faint before it licked at the air furiously once Gwyndolin's form had slid through the fog. The barrier pulling at the God before shifting into it's place and the Dark Sun stood before his father's tomb to meet his Blade face to face. Aiden pulled the warm mouth covering away as well, the material bunching up against the metal protective mask he had loosened when he had arrived before the fog. Pushing back the warmth of his hood as he fully gazed upon his Lord.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a10/L_I_A_S/anime/f13632db-c89d-4696-a83f-d8fe99396912_zpsb3df0bb9.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;For a moment, there were no words. Had he expected something different? Had he expected less than the magnificence before him? Even a moment of doubt wavered his most inner subconsciousness as his human thoughts wavered between it's typical labels to gather whether his Lord was in fact truly male. After such time, he shook such thoughts from his mind. Such things were irrelevant to a God! This is what he told himself, unaware to just how much loathing Gwyndolin felt in regards to his outward appearance.<br><br>&nbsp;"My Lord" he'd speak only moments later as he resisted the automatic urge to kneel again.<br><br>&nbsp;"I thank thee" he would add, "A mere Blade has been honored this day, to be graced with his Lord's presence" he seemed a little distraught after a moment however, as he took into account that he was so heavily robed and wore a masked crown that hid him away in turn. So he waited for a few moments, not wishing to rush the other, perhaps thinking that he might willingly take the masked crown off in order to let his Blade know of his Lord's appearance.<br><br>&nbsp;"My Lord?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 17:51:44</strong>
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				Gods were not supposed to have such petty emotion. It was a mortal affliction that only caused agony and intervened in vital tasks... and yet as Gwyndolin stood outside the eternal tomb he felt a sense of anxiety. It was not something he was used to as in all the lifetimes he'd lived he had never allowed another to see his figure in its entirety. A brief flicker through the fog, perhaps, but never had a mortal looked upon him so completely. He didn't know how to behave as he simply stood and looked upon his Blade, his lips curled into a slight frown... What did the man think? And for that matter why in all the worlds did he care?<br><br>He cared simply because the issue was so close to his heart. He could almost hear the thoughts questioning his appearance and exactly what he was. It was unpleasant, it was a violation and yet it was something he often did himself whenever he gazed at his own pathetic visage. If only he bore his Father's likeness. Powerful, daunting, <em>masculine</em>. But he didn't. Nor was he as Sister Gwynevere.<br><br>"I offered thee this boon. Thine thanks are unneeded; this glance upon mine form has been earned. Remember me not for physical appearence however... but for the power I grant to thee."<br><br>A slender hand lifted to touch the golden surface of the crown that hunf over his face, pausing for a fraction of asecond. To Aiden the moment would be unnoticeable, but to Gwyndolin it was too much hesitation.&nbsp; He had agreed to reveal himself and what deity would turn away from a promise to his most faithful? Fingers gripped the weightless crown and slowly raised it upward, slowly revealing the face that so rarely felt the air of Anor Londo.<br><br>His skin was white as the robes he wore, almost shimmering with an ethereal radiance as he stood in the dim light. Slender cheeks curved elegantly downwards and as he opened his eyes they were deep pools of gold; flickering with light and life as they stared unblinking towards Aidan. His hair too was white and drifted down to brush against his slim shoulders as the mask was lowered to be held at his stomach. "Now you see me. Speak of your observations... do you still pray to the Dark Sun?"<br><br>The tone remained strong, though slightly quieter. He refused to allow his personal demons to be seen by one of his servants. Gods did not suffer mortal affliction...
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 00:24:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;Aiden remained ignorant to the inner workings of the God before him. The desire to learn more about the one he followed was there of course. While loyal and faithful to Gwyndolin, he was still only human and therefore subconsciously and consciously wished to educate himself on the one he gave his life so willingly to. No matter how devoted he was, that desire would never dwindle. Such was the way for human nature.<br><br>&nbsp;The Blade would bring his eyes up further and lock onto the Dark Sun's face as he began to slip away his masked crown. He heard Gwyndolin's voice, it was near impossible to ignore, even by mistake. However he was taking in and trying to memorize his appearance. He wasn't quite expecting what he was met with and yet he was not disappointed either. There in his heart a seed of yearning had already been planted, and was now steady being tended to the more he learned of his Lord.<br><br>&nbsp;After a few moments however he drew from his viewing to focus more on the one he spoke to, more than the way he looked.<br><br>&nbsp;"My Lord, were I a truly shallow being I would have long since passed at the ignorance I've born in these years having never looked upon the image of the one whom I followed. You are wondrous in all ways and your abilities and execution of them bring a wonderfully misleading contrast to your beauty. You strike fear into those that draw your ire, I have seen this with my own eyes. Your name still stirs the sinners" though they were all compliments, he still was working through his initial awe of years of being without, to being blessed as much as he was. His thoughts and being were rushing with eagerness, a fascination and yearning to have more.<br><br>&nbsp;Though little had been done or said between God and Blade for all these years, his appreciation for the Dark Sun had only strengthened each passing year.<br><br>&nbsp;He would take a tentative step forward, but would dare not attempt to reach out for the one whom he willingly served. He would not wish upsetting Gwyndolin, despite unknowingly already have pushed a few buttons.<br><br>&nbsp;"Even seeing you now, my feelings have not changed my Lord. I am content to be able to thank you in person for all that you've given me however" of course, as a god... gwyndolinn could go where he wished or pleased, but to Aiden, it was a simmering warmth within him to know he could do such more personally.<br><br>&nbsp;"I pray to none other my Lord" he would state with a subtle firmness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 18:10:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;What was it the stirred within Gwyndolin's chest as he man continued to stare so fixedly upon his face and spoke the unending devotion? It was almost a sense of relief that his weak image hadn't tarnished the mind of one of his most faithful, but the idea was laughable at best. Why should a God have a care for what a mere mortal thought? With a mere wave of a pale hand the man could be struck down in a brilliant flurry of piercing light, and yet thin lips parted in the faintest of sighs; barely a whisper against the air. "Then I will keep your loyalty, Blade..."<br><br>Gwyndolin's words drifted into silence as the man took a bold step closer. He didn't move to place more distance between them, he simply watched in a studying curiosity at the mortal before him. The air seemed slightly warmer now than it had been. Perhaps it was the closeness that the deity hadn't felt in many, many years or perhaps it was simply the different air he now breathed outside the tomb. Either way, it made Gwyndolin somewhat uneasy.<br><br>"Prayer and devotion... so readily given..." He mused quietly, almost to himself as he turned his head and lifted a slender hand, studying the pale digits as he slowly flexed ans unflexed his fingers. "... but is this form worthy...?" It wasn't ba question to be answered, the deity's golden eyes drifting out of focusnas he continued to stare before suddenly he seemed to realise the mortal was still there. Still watching. <br><br>"What... is the name I could call thee?" He asked sharply, abruptly lowering his hand and turning back to the man. "Speak, and it shall be remembered. Barely ten mortal names have crossed mine lips but yours will do so. Tell me your name, Blade."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 11:30:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;At Gwyndolin's words, Aiden continued to feel drawn. He was able to keep his head, but despite the years of service and death there was a firm pressure on his chest that held his tongue on more than one occasion. Words were often a difficult thing for those speaking to gods that were unaccustomed.<br><br>&nbsp;Thoughts of insecurities did not cloud his mind with over thinking however, not at this point. He still did not wish to offend the one whom gave him a second chance in life, but didn't wish to waste the opportunity with an internal war. There was one thing he did know however.<br><br>&nbsp;Desire.<br><br>&nbsp;He desired Gwyndolin as the god he was, craved to speak with him more and thought that he could not wish for anything more. The world was so full of sinners and those in constant judgement and to Aiden, Gwyndolin was his center. As repetitive as he knew he was being in the matter, he could not let go of that feeling of gratefulness that he could become one of use in a world of chaos. He would not speak such repetitions however, holding onto such as he opted to make the most of his current situation.<br><br>&nbsp;As he heard the question from Gwydolin's lips he paused for a moment. It was obviously not a question directed for him to answer, but had it seemed... doubting? His thoughts only lingered for a few moments longer on such curiosities before Gwyndolin spoke again.<br><br>&nbsp;"My name is Aiden, my Lord" a simple name, a lone and singular name. He left the rest behind him, opting only to refer to himself as what he was, a blade. So Aiden was all he had left to give of himself.<br><br>&nbsp;"It would be an honor to hear my name cross your lips. If you would, you will have honored me thrice fold my Lord"
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 18:42:52</strong>
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				<em>Aiden.</em><br><br>Blunt, sharp and simple. Fitting for a man whose sole purpose was to act as a mere weapon. Gwyndolin closed his eyes and turned his head slightly, lips remaining unmoving for several moments as he slowly and carefully recited the name in his mind. It was... pleasing enough, he decided, opening his golden gaze to look back to the devoted servant. The light shimmered more brightly around his eyes as they blinked slowly and with a brief wave of the hand delicately holding the glittering crown, the adornment faded from sight to leave his hands free once again. <br><br>"Whenever I sense thine presence, the name shall be spoken. A personal and frand honour to be recognised by the Dark Sun..." He nodded slightly, lifting a hand to briefly rest fingertips upon his pale lips as if to feel the word as he spoke it. "Aiden."<br><br>There was no magic to the utterance. No blessing cast upon it and yet to hear one's name spoken by a god would surely humble even the greatest of men, and Gwyndolin swept his arm from his lips to gesture towards the small ring of candles upon the marble floor. "Kneel then, once more, for I shall assist thee further." He stepped to stand just in front of the bank of fog, waiting until Aiden would kneel as instructed before slowly raising a hand, white fingertips hovering barely an inch from the man's dark hair.<br><br>Touch was a powerful thing, even for a god. Gwyndolin had not touched another being for countless years and as he rested his fingertips upon the man's forehead his lips parted with a faint gasp. It was warm... so much warmee than the cold stone that had been his companion; warmer even than the illusions he'd wrapped around himself in a cry for companionship. <br><br>"... Blade of the Darkmoon," he began after a long pause, "I shall impart to you a piece of mineself; power and grace shall be blessed upon thee, by the will of Gwyndolin." Warmth spread from his fingersn trickling like water over Aiden's kneeling figure until his entire body shimmered for a moment with a faint golden glow that seeped inaide his skin.<br><br>"It is done." Gwyndolin said, removing his hand and stepping back. "Enact yoir duty with yet greater diligence, use my power and prosper... then return to me once again. I shall watch your progress with due care. Aiden."<br><br>There was a flicker of light and the frown was replaced upon his head to once more hide his features, and he stepped back through the wall of obscuring fog to the safety and stillness of the Father's tomb. He would continue to watch and continue to offer his protection whenever it was needed... he decided he would not question why he felt so compelled by curiosity with this one. If it was fate's will, then let it be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 21:45:39</strong>
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				&nbsp;To hear his name spoken at the wishes of the god before him was, needless to say, an empowering moment. There might not have been any magic in the gesture, but there was definitely a sort of power that flowed because of it. The blade found his stomach a pit of scorching knots before he managed to swallow and give a slight bow of his head in gratitude, humbled by the honor. He would not speak obvious things however, the ache alone he felt was proof enough of that.<br><br>&nbsp;Direction was given to him and for just a moment he was confused. It didn't last long however as he did not hesitate to fulfill the Dark Sun's wishes once more. Stepping closer before he was standing amidst the candles once again, he momentarily stood face to face with a god. He breathed in tentatively as he stood that much closer before seconds later he was dipped down and kneeling. It was a difficult thing to look away, but he managed it once more as he gazed solely at the trailing hem of the other's garb instead.<br><br>&nbsp;It wasn't so much the sensation of Gwyndolin's fingers that twisted those searing knots harder in his gut, but the fact that the god would willingly touch him, that sent goose flesh shuddering over his form.<br><br>&nbsp;The only sound he made a low and deeply controlled breath that was drawn in and sighed out as he tilted his head just slightly to further bare his face to the other. Looking up again at the god he knelt in front of before his eyes closed and he eagerly accepted what Gwyndolin would give him.<br><br>&nbsp;After the other's ending words reached him, his eyes opened once more moments after he felt to breath deeply of the other's power. For the moment however, his focus was before him.<br><br>&nbsp;"By your will Dark Sun" he would say in turn before watching Gwydolin return to the recesses of the fog once more. <br><br>&nbsp;The moment Gwyndolin was gone from his site he felt an odd vacuum in his chest, in his being. But bowing his head again he collected himself before a long slow shuddering sigh escaped him. It was far more of an intense moment than he ever expected. Though it was more than he would have expected to begin with. After moments to recover his initial reaction to Gwyndolin, he found himself invigorated. He knew that the god had given him something more, literally having poured something of himself into the human. <br><br>&nbsp;Taking up his things again he gave a slight bowing nod towards the fog before reattaching his protective face gear and pulling the hood up over his mostly shorn hair to protect him from the cold element outside once more before turning and rushing off with an exacted step. For humans, it was quick, nearly soundless and powerful movement. He could only imagine what it might look like to a god.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 17:50:11</strong>
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				Gwyndolin continued to watch the man -Aiden as he now knew- hurry to leave the sacred circle. The movement was clumsy and slow by divine standards, and yet he found himself making the simple allowance that the Blade was a mere mortal and rhus couldn't be held to the same high standard. The thought gave him pause and he frowned slightly, turning from the fog to look down at pale fingertips that were now hidden beneath long white sleeves. Why did he make such observations? Why had he made the decision to touch and offer such a blessing?<br><br>He supoosed a sense of lonliness could affect even himself and he looked up towards the great tomb that stood in ominous silence, thought drifting then to his Lord Father. Did he feel lonliness? No, Gwyndolin answered, turning away with a hardened expression. With the countless years spend offering his soul to the Fire, there would likely be little left of the once great Lord Gwyn. The thought was an unwelcome one... for where did that leave him?<br><br>The other Lords had forsaken the world, Gwyn's allies turned insane or twisted into abominations. The only solace Gwyndolin could find was in the illusion he wrapped around himself; in the Sister that should have been and the devotion he felt towards the glorified coffin. He frowned once again, a sigh passing between his lips as he shook his head, golden crown shimmering in the eternal setting sun. He shouldn't have stepped out. It only made him feel the passing of time and give a brief glimpse of what it was to truly exist. For all mankind's flaws, they had their freedom...<br><br>Gwyndolin again shook his head. He had freedom also; it was his choice to remain locked away to spare himself and his Lord Father the shame of his appearence. But then Aiden had seemed in awe of him. He couldn't understand. His power was great, but he was sickeningly slight; too small and fragile... He didn't understand. <br><br>There was nothing to do but watch and wait. The Blade would resume his task and would once again return eith souvenirs of his triumph. But what then? Would Gwyndolin resume the cold indifference he usually showed? He didn't know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>04-09-2013, 22:01:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;Aiden was normally a very collected man for a human. A focused and determined individual that sought to atone for the things he'd done in life that despite the years spent in service for, he felt he would never truly be absolved of. Expecting that he was merely proving his use to stave off an impending death because of his sins. He was not however a martyr, not unless it was an absolute necessity in the service to Gwyndolin and the gods.<br><br>&nbsp;While Aiden was all of these things however, he was still ultimately human, and just as much a man with needs as any other. Despite the time with so much bloodshed and so much traveling through the years, he had come to the rare opportunities where he'd lay with another to sate the baser needs as a man. This was a given, feeling it was no sin, but as necessary as needing food or sleep.<br><br>&nbsp;He hadn't felt it before he left Gwyndolin's presence, but now that he was returning to the lands just outside of Anor Londo, it was an almost painful reminder to his human mind of what had happened while within.<br><br>&nbsp;Riding out until the city of the god's was a dot and the night was harsh and whipping once more before he made camp in a familiar shallow cave he'd come across countless times during his trips to and from Anor Londo. At first he thought of his next task, another sinner. A small but strong fire flickered about, lapping at the cold air as gusts now and then would enter the deepest part of the cave. Wrapped in a thick layer of fur as he tolerated the nights chill and scanned the book in his lap. The light of the fire illuminated the front of him and his book well enough he could read, however it wasn't long before his mind returned to Anor Londo and Gwyndolin.<br><br>&nbsp;Trying to recollect if there were any passages or drawings or even carvings of the gods persona. He dug deep into his memory and found nothing more than images of his sister, even his father but no accountable image of Gwyndolin's face itself. His recollection skimmed the surface of what he had been honored with, and began to put the pieces together that there must be a reason Gwyndolin didn't show himself to others. What that was, he was incapable of truly fathoming, despite his efforts to attempt understanding his Lord. Such thoughts brought his pulse to picking up and knocking solidly against his chest. The tension of it wore on him as he wished to know why. Why did Gwyndolin hide away? Would it be wise to act as a man and not ask such possibly painful questions? It could ultimately anger Gwyndolin if he did, however was simply serving his Lord his best means of repaying the Dark Sun's grace and forgiveness?<br><br>&nbsp;Questions wracked his mind and Aiden couldn't help but want nothing more than to sleep at that point and let the questions rest for the time being. He was too full of questions racing around in his mind to find much solace to sleep, though there was always a sure fire way to reach it.<br><br>&nbsp;It took a series of buckles and layers to finally slip free his cock. It was lewd, but forcing an exhaustion would bring him the sleep he needed. It didn't bother him, he did it often when he was having trouble sleeping in fact. Aiden closed his eyes, his body still tucked away in his layers of clothing, hood and even mask. It was cold enough that he had to drape the thick fur over his lap while he warmed his hand enough to coax his cock to life once they weren't chilled. the fire helped keep him warmer, but it had mainly been for light and for food. However as each moment passed, he found his thoughts twisting, questions and desires becoming perverted as his vice grip squeezed at his swelling head.<br><br>&nbsp;His body warmed as he first tried to think of his favored girls in his travels. Hands moving across soft plump and round curves, beautiful faces and long silky hair. At first that seemed to do the trick, but it was rather sub par considering the sort of rush of awe he felt a few hours before. It didn't fill him with a sense of rush like it used to. Like a switch with how he thought of women he'd had mixed with the disappointment if sensation in comparison to meeting Gwyndolin face to face... it was suddenly his Lord's face he saw riding atop him in his minds eye. It took him so by surprise that he found himself squeezing his girth roughly, almost painfully. It throbbed viciously to life with the image he suddenly had and the sudden guilt that over took him.&nbsp; The image suddenly became a guilty pleasure as it did more for him than he'd expected. It made his flesh crawl with fear of thinking about Gwyndolin in such a way and what would happen to him if the Dark Sun should learn. <br><br>&nbsp;Just like any other person however, he felt his thoughts safe so far from Anor Londo, so far out of reach. He didn't actually commit such a thing for real, so it could not be called into question or punished, could it? The question brought his heart to pounding as he let the image he had play out in his mind, closing his eyes again as he recalled the feminine features of the Dark Sun. Aiden hadn't seen his body, but his imagination played part in that. The Blade never had lain with another male, but the image within him held no distaste for him.<br><br>&nbsp;A boot scraped across the stone floor as his hand pumped himself faster. His breath escaping in thick foggy pants before he found himself lying back to encourage the image of the beautiful god throned upon his cock. It swiftly became too much, even the memory of the god overwhelmed his senses still. After some time, the moment he gave into the image of Gwyndolin it shot down his spin and smoldered within the heavy hang of his balls before they clenched and he felt the searing heat that came just before it spilled onto the cold stone floor and his hands. His release far more fulfilling than he expected to be as he momentarily lied there catching his breath and finally moving the mask with a soft click of fasteners as he took in a deep breath of the cold air to cool his scorched innards.<br><br>&nbsp;An hour had passed before he finally managed to clean himself off and sleepily rest beside the fire. He peered at the flames for a few more moments as the guilt remained at the back of his mind until after he fell to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>13-09-2013, 15:51:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;The newly-formed connection Gwyndolin had placed between himself and Aiden woukd hold fast through whatever distance the man travelled. Across oceans and into the deepest pits of the world, the God wouod always know that the man was alive and focused on his task. It was not an intimate bond; there were no senses of emotion, no traces of thought that would pass as his own, and yet as he stood gazing fixedly at the great tomb Gwyndolin <em>felt.</em> Lips parted in a soft gasp of surprise as a hand lifted to press to his chest, briefly taken aback by the sensation that came through the bond.<br><br>Gods were not supposed to feel. They simply were to be. He was the figure of justice and vengeance, created for that sole purpose. It was a strange warmth that reached the very tips of his fingers and toes, a prickling at the back of his neck that he didn't understand. To any human it would be an obvious display of bizarre self-conscioisness, but to Gwyndolin it was simply unpleasant. He turned abruptly as if expecting to see a figure daring to approach and touch him, but there was of course no one.<br><br>He didn't know where such a wealth of emotion had come from in the Blade. The man seemed held together, seemed firm and confident, but this was something different. He recalled feeling something similar whenever he spoke with his Sister through the air and felt the companionship he otherwise denied himself... was that it? Did Aiden view him as some parental or family bond? <br><br>The idea seemed ridiculous and Gwyndolin's eyes narrowed slightly, the air rippling around him as if sensing his displeasure. He was not to be family. He was a leader, was a figure of guidance... but even as he reaffirmed those thoughts in his mind he found himself frowning and tilting his head up towards the ceiling. <br><br>He would need time to think and to ponder. He should meditate and still himself for the process, and yet against his better judgement he reached through the bond he'd made to offer the suggestion that Aiden return faster than intended. There were no words, no invasion of the mind; perhaps the Blade would feel a hrush of cool air or a sense of being observed as the thought struck him, but in the end it was merely a suggestion.<br><br>This too was puzzling. Gwyndolin could have demanded the man's presence but he did not...<br><br>Mortals were conflicting and confusing. Hopefully their next meeting would yield some answer to the silently struggling deity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>22-09-2013, 10:12:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;Aiden's sleep was hard and his dreams quite vicious and relentless. He'd often dream of the next sinner. Or the obstacles he had faced since becoming a Blade. It was an all consuming path to take after all and it did indeed consume his being entirely, this in itself was not abnormal. However the dreams that were relentless that night were of a different face and it fed off of his guilt.<br><br>&nbsp;Fear that Gwyndolin would come to learn of his behavior the night before weighed on him, even in his dreams as they gradually seemed to turn into nightmares. It bothered him enough to give him detailed imaged of a gruesome and painful punishment. Would such things wager his death? Surely that was just his over active imagination. Visions of lost genitalia, or lost fingers even seemed to plague him before even in his sleep he felt the welling need to hasten his work to return once more to the Dark Sun. The combination left him bewildered and full of anxiety the next morning as he rose and packed his makeshift camp, washing his face with a damp clothe he made with some melted ice from the chill the previous night.<br><br>&nbsp;The pull was still there though, even as he set out to his next destination, he needed to hurry. For some reason, and despite the fact that the desire to return grew stronger, it had been there in the back of his mind as well. It didn't make his work more difficult though, but instead made him more efficient. The next individual he came across was a shameless sinner, suicidal by the looks of it as it took him a full days riding to arrive in the town where the man was. Despite the guilt he had felt for feeling he soiled his image of the Dark Sun with impure thoughts, this made his desire to compensate all the more lethal as he eventually found himself stalking the other with a little less reserve than usual.<br><br>&nbsp;His name had been noted, but not particularly memorized as intel lead him to this moment. It hadn't been difficult finding out where this sinner was as most people seemed to have something against them. Populated areas were always rather tricky to navigate when looking for sinners. He found himself waiting for his target to move elsewhere and realized that he felt far more detached than usual from society. It was only a passing notion, but it did give him something to think about later, when he could afford to. For now, his thoughts remained primarily on what was coming next.<br><br>&nbsp;Taking the time to specifically stalk a sinner was not always something he did, but then again, he felt a need to focus on something else aside from the lingering guilt. As the third night was nearing it's end, he found that he should finally make his move. I was quick, but not without it's pain as he always felt the sinner should be educated to some extent.<br><br>&nbsp;His sharpened steel slid right into the man's chest, as it offered little resistance before he felt the tip of his blade pin the other against the wall at his back. He wasn't met with acceptance however, the man retaliated, catching a clawing right hook into Aiden's throat before the pain became too much for the man and all he could do in the end was clutch to his executioner's clothing. Yet another body falling limply in the throes of it's passing. With a moment to realize that there was a pain in his throat, he finally pulled his blade free of the now dead man before tending to his neck. Finding that in those final moments, the sinner had managed to break some skin and cause a hard enough strike he easily expected bruising. Leaving it be for that moment however he'd look to the corpse before bending down where he'd let it fall and cupped it's left hand.<br><br>&nbsp;Where he'd drawn his blade at the man's wrist, he noticed a band about his ring finger, leaving Aiden with a passing thought that the sinner was leaving behind a family, how shameful. A swift motion and the hand was severed, the passing thought soon forgotten, wrapping it then in clothe as his token to Gwyndolin. There were still others in need of having judgement sentenced upon them, however that ever hovering need to return once more to Anor Londo won out and he was already beginning preparations for the return trip that night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 11:26:57</strong>
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				Curiosity was a strange thing. Gwyndolin had never fekt any real connection to another being before Aiden - even remembering a mere mortal's name seemed oddly intimate for one such as himself. He found himself wondering where the man was and what he was doing. While he coukd sense and feel the general emotion, the sights and sounds Aiden would experience were lost to him. Usually he had no care for the world beyond his father's tomb - let the land decide its own fate and leave him to his own, but this time... he felt curious. <br><br>He closed his eyes and frowned, tilting his head down to gaze at his pale fingertips that slowly clenched and unclenched. So powerful and yet so fragile, he mused. What would it be like to meet Aiden as a form more fitting? A serpant slithered briefly up towards his hand, sliding around his wrist in almost a comforting gesture. Gwyndolin sighed quietly. He couldn't let Aiden see him again. Not as he was. He was too frail, to small and feminine... but there were other ways of meeting the man.<br><br>A focus of power, his eyes glittering with a white light and a shadow formed opposite him in the tomb. The figure slowly took on a shap and form - a young man of toned muscle, white-blonde hair and strong blue eyes. The illusion would hold over distance, and Gwyndoling ensured it had substance. He would see the world around Aiden and-<br><br>His head tilted upward as he felt the pang of joy that came with the kill. Another sinner laid to rest by his most trusted Blade. It made finding the man's exact position easier, and with a wave of his hand his illusion rippled before fading away.<br><br>When the illusion reappeared, it -he, for it was a definite he- stood just bwyond the modest camp that Aiden had made. Gwybdolin could see and feel through him, and he stepped forward slowly, his gaze settling on his quarry. But now what? An uncomfortable sense of paranoia crept over Gwyndolin as he wondered whst to say. He wasn't used to such normal interaction... perhaps the man's name?<br><br>"... Aiden." It wasn't a question. The voice was strong and masculine, pleasing to Gwyndolin's ears. Yes, this was how he should be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>27-12-2013, 11:19:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a10/L_I_A_S/anime/6bba5aeb-cbdb-45e2-a46c-abe2efc4e289_zps2ec15a06.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; Having returned to the camp he'd made once more after his next reaping he had found himself shamefully recollecting thoughts of pleasure from the night before, moments of his usual meditation on reaping another sinner, lost for the moment as he waited for his food to finish cooking over the small fire he'd made again. Easily assuming he was alone, as he'd always been in such a well hidden area he'd managed to procure, Aiden wasn't expecting to hear his name as he induldged in those same thoughts again. His arousal having grown again, weeping in his closed fist as his hand stayed nestled in the folded layer of his trousers.<br><br>&nbsp;"...Aiden" he heard, like an almost whispered echo that reached the cave from the wintery chill of the darkness just outside it. For a split second he thought it was his imagination going into overdrive... however it didn't sound like his god's voice at all. It was nothing like it at all, this caused his body to tense instantly and the pleasure he was indulging in momentarily was just as quickly put on the back burner as his free hand shot to his beltline to draw his curved dagger from it's sheath with a silent but swift motion before he threw the pale of melted snow he kept for bathing onto the fire and peered outside the cave moments later as his eyes began to slowly adjust.Pants still unraveled and loose resting on his bare hips, the smell of smoke from the doused fire and the grease of meat wafting within the cave without his saying a word, but at the ready. His reaction taking a total of 10 seconds to perform.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>27-12-2013, 17:07:54</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRLT7g14WDtoarY2nN55rkUz7CouSFgH2-NTQxL0fBpDvabmkk0uCS523s)</div><br>Gwyndolin watched the display of beautifully efficient reaction. A swell of pride that he had no right to bear coming to his chest at how swiftly the blade sang from its sheath to point at the potential threat. Blue eyes blinked slowly, looking briefly towards the state of partial undress before refocusing upon the man's sharp features. Nothing had been said which left him at something of a loss. He didn't want to divulge his identity, not right away else the experience would be changed...<br><br>"Peace..." He said finally, slowly raising his hands in a show of surrender, something strange to the stoic deity. Why he was going to such lengths for a mere man was beyond him, but he would be indulgent for a little while. "I mean you no harm... I am simply another servant of the Dark Sun, drawn here by the demise of Sin." <br><br>It wasn't entirely a lie, and Gwyndolin stepped forward slightly. "I seek simple company from my long solitude. Would you grant it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>27-12-2013, 21:21:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;Aiden continued his silence until his eyes managed to focus upon the lack of firelight and he was staring from the heart of the darkened cave, unmoving and his body coiled tightly just beneath the skin, readying itself to move if necessary. As the voice came again, proving he hadn't in fact imagined the voice he peered through the lip to behold the other man, regarding his words with silence as he considered what was said and what he swore he heard. Had he really heard his name, or was it simply the man's mixed with his overactive imagination a few moments ago. He'd swallow slowly, the scent of food having wet his pallet.<br><br>&nbsp;"Speak your name stranger" he'd finally say, his tone suspicious as he made demands of the other, unmoving still with the blade he drew raised and ready. The chill from the doused fire began to invade the previously warmed cave depths, coating his partially naked flesh. The rush of adrenaline managing to distract his awareness of it for the time being, but his flesh still reacting of it's own accord. His naked arms prickling with goosebumps over the hard layer of clenched muscle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>28-12-2013, 02:27:16</strong>
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				"I am-" Gwyndolin hesitated. He was so used to giving the introduction that his voice had taken on the familiar regal tone, which his forcibly lessened as he continued, "-Glen." It was the first alternative name that came to mind and he mentally berated himself for loosing his composure so easily in front of the man. He had to do better. Aiden was no fool - he would see through lies if they were not well woven.<br><br>"I understand your anxiety over my sudden appearance. If it will appease you I will turn away as you... address yourself." He nodded towards Aiden's state of undress before lowering his hands and turning away. The illusion would do him no harm if it was banished with a strike of the wicked blade, but hopefully Aiden would see the gesture as one of trust between men - one that Gwyndolin himself would never know.<br><br>A silence fell between them as Gwyndolin stared at the scenery. It was so different to the tomb he had encased himself in. Open sky, rugged plains and a multitude of colour... and he couldn't help but have his mind linger on the man behind him. The brief touch he had allowed himself was tantalising. Perhals through this illusion he could experience more? But how to go about such a thing...?<br><br>"May I join you? The night is cold to linger on one's own... perhaps I could restart your fire?" It would be simple enough for him to conjure flame. Hopefully Aiden would ask few questions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheShii</strong> on <strong>28-12-2013, 23:43:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;Aiden stood there in the deep dark of the cave as he listened and waited with his weapon drawn and poised. The answer came but at a moments hesitation. Did he believe the other with the answer he was given? No, however he wouldn't question it for the time being. As mistrusting as he might be of his fellow man, as fallable as they tended to be, he did understand that some people had a right to their own discretion, unless the gods should deem differently anyway.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well Glen, it's already nightfall, and it would be shameful of me to send you back out into all of that" he'd sigh, only moving to slide his blade into it's sheath once more before he leaned over to pick up the bucket he emptied onto the fire, all while watching Glen carefully. <br><br>&nbsp;"You're welcome to restart the fire, it's fairly doused though" he made his way to the mouth of the cave steadily, keeping his eye on the other as he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By the Power of the Dark Sun (Khoraz / TheShii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 11:44:22</strong>
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				Gwyndolin watched with eyes hiding a small hint of curiosity. It was strange to see Aiden lacking his usual respect and revealing just how cautious he was - a fine Blade to be sure. Still, humans were simple enough to imitate, or so the deity thought, and he had Glen smile slightly at the eventual decision to let him remain in the small camp. "Good... you have my thanks."<br><br>Glen bowef his head briefly, white-blonde hair rustling slightly before he glanced towards the fire. The wood was thoroughly wet, and it would likely be impossible to relight by normal means. Gwyndolin was no pyromancer but a spark was a simple enough affair. He stepped closer and crouched beside the wood, touching his fingertips to the damp and drawing out the water with a slight curl of his fingers. Once that was done it was a simple matter of conjuring a spark and lighting the wood.<br><br>"Will that be satisfactory?" He asked, straightening up.
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