Post by LARES MORTECLERE on Sept 20, 2015 17:31:01 GMT
It was a chilly night at the summit.
Cold zephyrs pawed abound at the mist-laden mountain peaks; though all laid veiled in the long-descended obscurity of night one could clearly see the vast canopy of crisp forestry, the rolling clouds of low-hanging mist descending to become fog amidst the forest floor and around the forever luminant corona of Naruki city's inner precipice.
The lone Bount would be an observer to this natural scene. All abound there laid the piety of nature- the stirring of chittering insects, the low groan of leaf-combing winds and the distant echoes of blearing automobiles, the latter of which earned irritated twitches from the male's eyelids. He stood not so far from the shrine and two stone laden pathways leading to a pair of idyllic springs, but remained a conspicuous distance from the red arch of a Torii gate- as if he were forbidden passage through it...
No less, though, would the Bount be visible to passersby whether their destination was the blessed shrine itself or its neighboring springs of purity and release. It seemed odd for so flamboyant a presence as he to be here; his waist-length tresses of lush lavender fell thickly about his muscled stature, much of which was bared despite the length of his indigo muffler. A scant belt of silvery charms rustled at his hips, from the front of which there descended a single purple loincloth.
He loomed over the cliffside, bone-white sandals clapping against his calloused heels as he paused to cross his arms whilst staring into the distance, one forearm of which was clad in a harrowing vetebral vambrace swathed in blackened gore. Something wrong lingered in his eyes as he appraised the scarce few passing humans here: in the glint of his carmine hues, an avarice was stirred for the flesh of the living alone, by which the fruition of his killing urges might be seen.
The lone Bount would be an observer to this natural scene. All abound there laid the piety of nature- the stirring of chittering insects, the low groan of leaf-combing winds and the distant echoes of blearing automobiles, the latter of which earned irritated twitches from the male's eyelids. He stood not so far from the shrine and two stone laden pathways leading to a pair of idyllic springs, but remained a conspicuous distance from the red arch of a Torii gate- as if he were forbidden passage through it...
No less, though, would the Bount be visible to passersby whether their destination was the blessed shrine itself or its neighboring springs of purity and release. It seemed odd for so flamboyant a presence as he to be here; his waist-length tresses of lush lavender fell thickly about his muscled stature, much of which was bared despite the length of his indigo muffler. A scant belt of silvery charms rustled at his hips, from the front of which there descended a single purple loincloth.
He loomed over the cliffside, bone-white sandals clapping against his calloused heels as he paused to cross his arms whilst staring into the distance, one forearm of which was clad in a harrowing vetebral vambrace swathed in blackened gore. Something wrong lingered in his eyes as he appraised the scarce few passing humans here: in the glint of his carmine hues, an avarice was stirred for the flesh of the living alone, by which the fruition of his killing urges might be seen.
The night was young, the hunt soon to begin...
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