Post by The Katarite on Oct 15, 2014 14:18:55 GMT -5
I just wrote this up literally just now. Tell me what you think and if I should continue!
The night was young and the only source of light on the plain was the moon, full and luminous. The ground was dry…dusty, as if rain had not fell in months. The few patches of grass called to the heavens for just a drop of water, for they were brown and crisp. They weren’t the only living things in this baron land however. Two men, facing each other, stood still…watching each other for even the slightest of movements. One man, named Aeron, stood rather tall, reaching 6 feet, distinguished by his bleached, spiky hair, as white as the full moon above him. His eyes were a deadly icy blue which seemed to pierce into the other man across from him. Aeron wore a sleeveless leather vest, plated underneath with a metal unknown to man. Upon his left shoulder glowed the insignia of his people, a bird skeleton preying upon the carcass of another bird – the mark of Caeli’s Disciples, a clan of people with the unique ability to manipulate the Elements of Water and Air to the fullest extent. They were usually hired as assassins, but Aeron had been caught by his target, Ignius.
Ignius, a man a very few words and a short temper, belonged to the sworn enemy clan of Caeli’s Disciples – Volcanus. Volcanus clansmen had the ability to command Fire and Earth at their leisure. Ignius’ jet black hair, neatly gelled back did not take from his intimidating orange eyes, which seemed to glow in the dim atmosphere. He stood just under Aeron, 5 feet 10 inches tall, but Ignius’ muscular build made up for his shorter height. He wore no upper body wear, just black pants whose bottom were tucked neatly into his orange boots bearing the Volcanus Phoenix on them.
Aeron spoke up in his authoritative and hostile voice.
“It seems I have been caught tailing you…how sloppy of me…”
Ignius did not reply causing Aeron to chuckle and take a relaxed stance, rubbing the back of his head.
“A man of very few words indeed. You know…many wonder if you can even speak. Can you?”
Again, Ignius said nothing.
“Well, if you can, let me know, ok?”
Aeron stretched, cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.
“Guess we can get started then.”
Aeron, placing his left foot forward, reared back and launched forward clapping his hands in front of him at the fullest extent of his arms releasing a gust of wind towards Ignius, who stood there unflinching in his stance – defiant with his arms crossed.
Aeron V.S. Ignius
The night was young and the only source of light on the plain was the moon, full and luminous. The ground was dry…dusty, as if rain had not fell in months. The few patches of grass called to the heavens for just a drop of water, for they were brown and crisp. They weren’t the only living things in this baron land however. Two men, facing each other, stood still…watching each other for even the slightest of movements. One man, named Aeron, stood rather tall, reaching 6 feet, distinguished by his bleached, spiky hair, as white as the full moon above him. His eyes were a deadly icy blue which seemed to pierce into the other man across from him. Aeron wore a sleeveless leather vest, plated underneath with a metal unknown to man. Upon his left shoulder glowed the insignia of his people, a bird skeleton preying upon the carcass of another bird – the mark of Caeli’s Disciples, a clan of people with the unique ability to manipulate the Elements of Water and Air to the fullest extent. They were usually hired as assassins, but Aeron had been caught by his target, Ignius.
Ignius, a man a very few words and a short temper, belonged to the sworn enemy clan of Caeli’s Disciples – Volcanus. Volcanus clansmen had the ability to command Fire and Earth at their leisure. Ignius’ jet black hair, neatly gelled back did not take from his intimidating orange eyes, which seemed to glow in the dim atmosphere. He stood just under Aeron, 5 feet 10 inches tall, but Ignius’ muscular build made up for his shorter height. He wore no upper body wear, just black pants whose bottom were tucked neatly into his orange boots bearing the Volcanus Phoenix on them.
Aeron spoke up in his authoritative and hostile voice.
“It seems I have been caught tailing you…how sloppy of me…”
Ignius did not reply causing Aeron to chuckle and take a relaxed stance, rubbing the back of his head.
“A man of very few words indeed. You know…many wonder if you can even speak. Can you?”
Again, Ignius said nothing.
“Well, if you can, let me know, ok?”
Aeron stretched, cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.
“Guess we can get started then.”
Aeron, placing his left foot forward, reared back and launched forward clapping his hands in front of him at the fullest extent of his arms releasing a gust of wind towards Ignius, who stood there unflinching in his stance – defiant with his arms crossed.
