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The Last of His Kind; Need seke or uke
Topic Started: Apr 23 2010, 09:12 PM (97 Views)
CrazyInsanity
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The night sky was as black as it could get without the blaze of an illuminated moon. The cluster of days shadowed in darkness as the alabaster symbol of night went through it’s monthly cycle of hiding in darkness. The heavens were dusked further by the swaying and shifting of dreary clouds. As lightning struck the horizon, a looming shell of a castle blazed in fury. The grey walls scantily protected hollow rooms that had been that way for nearly five centuries.

The practice of magic had been long lost to man’s knowledge. Runes graphed along the walls glistened with condensation as humidity of oncoming rain slicked the surface. Smooth fingers contrasted the decay as they dragged along the glyphs. The pale flesh highlighted a pale yellow by the flickering of a single candle. Bold violet eyes took in the words, irises seemingly inhuman as they were tinted white from lack of sun exposure. Thin brows rumpled between the eyes just above the bridge of a slim nose, creating an expanse of silken flesh above the brow bone before a hairline of the deepest ebony began. Silken locks falling far and straight to a slim waist shrouded in loose folds of dark robes.

Blanched lips shifted, molded, and pursed. The breath of a whisper forming words in a deceased language. There was a modern brother, Latin, for the words… but they held no similar meaning when recited in such a spiritual manner. This man, this necromancer, Gou Li, had grown up speaking the language fluently. Learning the ways of old before his comrades, his brethren, his teachers and students alike, were taken from this plane and forced onto another where they could not even be reached by the most skilled of spirit raisers. He was the only man with such sacred knowledge left. On account of that alone… many feared him.

Gou Li moved through the castle like a specter that he might raise if need be. His steps smooth and soundless. The way his robes seemed to float around him gave him the appearance of gliding if he put his mind to it. He did what he could to protect his beloved home. Scaring away those who came near, frightening those who were brave enough to enter. He was tricky rather than blood thirsty. The man vowed to never harm a child if he could help it. Confusing the young ones until they found their way to the entrance and vowed to never pay homage to such a vertigo inducing place. But then… not only children visited the castle.

In the beginning, only thieves would enter. Grave robbers for the most part. People who didn’t believe that something like spirits existed, their minds focused solely on greed as they attempted to pillage what gold and precious gems still lingered within the castle. As times changed, so did the visitors. The villages around were quickly becoming ruled and controlled by different men, different religions, different societies. Some of the rulers were… not so apprehensive when it came to the castle. They had heard the lore, they had scoffed at the very thought of someone doing magic, and had sent up militias of their brave, ignorant, soldiers to get slaughtered by the undead.

Those interactions had left Gou Li drained more often than not. His energy wasted on raising expanses of souls followed by controlling them was barely worth it until he recuperated and remembered why he had done it. Honestly, the necromancer wished the normal people would just leave him be. Though, as he stared down the runes that he had memorized since his youth, the necromancer couldn’t help but feel a little lonely. The halls echoed with the slightest movement, though he can remember a time when they were bustling with other creatures of the night… creatures like him.

There were moments when he sat in contemplation, wondering if the world would ever need a man like him… if there might, perhaps, he someone willing to be like him. Moving away from the wall, the candle flickered as he wound his way to a terrace window. Staring out at the village below, he could see the flickering of fires within the comfortable homes. A straying thought pulsing from his mind causing dark lashes to bat against fair cheeks. Perhaps an apprentice lived below. Perhaps a boisterous youth with hidden talent might find his way up to his deserted home with hopes of adventure and a life of wonders untold.

…Perhaps someone would come up and not fear him and his powers.

Withdrawing once more to the shadows, Gou Li continued to wander the castle. Watching and waiting in an unseen manner for someone, anyone, to take a chance with his home. He doubted anyone would, but if someone did… he’d be there.

[Purple Butterfly Pills rewrote this for me. I will do better and if I'm stuck, I'm asking her for help. ^^; *Is kind of sad, but it works strangly enough*]
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