Reeth
Once upon a time..
You wander through a secluded grove deep within the forest, seeking a brief respite from the world around you and the denizens therein. The stars shine brightly above you, and the wind carries the gentle scent of fresh water to your nostrils. You move through the foliage, happy to have found a water source in your wanderings and yet wary of what else may come with it. Everything must drink, and you know the things here must eat as well. You find the stream in the misty folds of the night, and you observe the fish playing against the canopy of stars painted so delicately upon the glass surface of the water. A rustle in the brush breaks your revere, and you turn to see a breatheless man come rushing from the woods. His eyes are wild, his breathing heavy, and his garb would portray him of to be a man of luxury. He wear a startlingly beautiful brocade of silk and gemstones, with pantaloons to match and the grandest, although now bedraggled, pair of shoes youve ever seen. He looked so out of place here you forgot all about the dangers associated with contacting others in this place. His wild eyes widen as he sees you and makes a jaunt in your direction. You snap to your senses and crouch, prepared to defend yourself or flee as the situation allows. The man skids to a stop infront of you, heedless to your drawn weapons; natural or otherwise. He screams to you, the whisper-scream of something aweful approaching..
"You must run, flee this place! HE has come, HE comes now.. death to us all! Oh Gods, why must--"
You hear a snapping twig, and the wild eyed man turned towards the noise in sheer panic. His entire body is rigid, and its now that his backs to you do you see the lashes across his flesh. He was beaten, recently; the wounds still bled. One would expect to see this the sign of a whip, but alarmingly; each wound looks like blunt force trauma. Perhaps a great fall, perhaps the man staggered into a particularily nasty boulderfield.. but before you could ask, the man dashed off into the woods opposite the source of the sound. Without so much as a goodbye he ran away, and you were left now to face whatever it was the man was fleeing from. You look towards the direction the man ran, and all at once you get the distinct feeling you shouldnt of EVER looked away from that sounds source. Panic sets in now, and you turn around wildly to see what horror lurks around the bend. What you see sets you so off guard, and what you hear sounds like the perfect greeting of a civilized, cultured individual. Then you feel a gentle tap-tap on your shoulder, and in your haste you spin to see what snuck up so quietly even your senses at full alert failed to warn.
"Hello. Im seeking a man, he may of passed by you a few moments ago; have you seen him?"
Bewildered you look upon a perfectly friendly looking man. He was well groomed, with a mustache and goatee trimmed to a perfect fingerswidth in length. His eyes shone of intelligence and power, the eyes of a leader. His face was somber, but one could see those telltale lines of laughter around his lips, curled into a smile that would win a man any womans heart, if it werent so.. out of place on his face. His hands were folded neatly behind his back, and he presented himself with complete authority; as if he were Lord of all he surveyed. He looked so impeccable, one may not notice the frazzled edges of his tunics sleeves as he stared so serenely into your eyes. He was shorter than most men, standing right at 5' 10", yet the air he gave off was of a practised perfection. His body was toned, muscle generated from years upon years of hard, physical work. He wore simple leather boots, a leather brocade, a spun silken black shirt, and tailor-made-to-fit tight black leather pants, meant to grip your skin as opposed to sliding along it. The outfit of a runner, a hunter. His jet black hair was trimmed short, like his goatee; and held the same uniform length as the rest of his immaculate facial hair. He was tanned, and carried two blades across his back. One was long, weirdly so for such a small frame, and thin. Obviously meant for piercing attacks, whereas his other was short and wide, a powerful weapon meant to deflect and hack through armor and bone alike. He held your gaze with ease, and despite his rather mundane appearance, something was screaming in the back of your mind. Apprehension gripped you now, and finally sense would convey you may not want to be so close to something that scared a man of luxury into the woods. You back up a step.
"Tsk, tsk; one should never be so rude."
The man would say, his tongue clicking against perfectly spaced, brilliantly white teeth. He had the look of a parent scolding a child now, gone was the jovial expression and serene look. It was replaced now, with disappointment and anger..
"I ask a simple question, and you seek to flee before I have my answer. Very well, shall I show you why he screamed, 'Oh Gods'?"
With sudden horror you realize this man had seen you with the fleeing quarry, had known it all along, and was more than happy to play the ignorant hunter to coax that information from you. You bare your fangs and make a dash for the forest; feeling you will be safe if you cant be followed. You ran and ran, deep ringing laughter echoing through the forest, always seeming to be right behind you. You ran for what seemed like hours, chased as if by the hounds of hell itself were beset on your heels. You ran, and ran.. until a sudden sharp stab in your chest reminded you that you need oxygen. You stop, immediately, your hand reaching to your chest. Did something just hit you? You draw your hand back when you feel something sharp slit the tip of your forefinger. You look down to see four feet of Steel protrunding from your chest, held by a single hand. You follow the blood as it oozes from your chest to the hand, with its trimmed nails and boney, bruised and bloody knuckles. You follow the wrist, strong and steady, up the forearm.. and to the face of your killer. You see that same man, smiling benignly, as if a sour joke were just told. He stood completly composed, as if he just materialized right infront of you. He looked bored as he examined something caught in his free hands nails, and without so much as a glance he ripped the sword from your chest. You fell to your knees, your numb hands attempting to keep your lifes blood in your chest.. and failing. You look up to the man again, confused and angry your life was cut so short.
"Oh dont worry, I wont let you go to waste. Your body will feed millions of insects, bacteria, plants.. but not a single animal shall feast on your bones. Your death is just another, one of many, this night. Know that your the fifth so far, and that you died for one reason only. My entertainment. Usually I would draw this out, enjoy every savory moment of agony.. but alas, I have no time for that as of now."
With a sudden snap, the mans foot connected with your temple, and all you knew was black.
If you wish to know more about this individual, what he is, why he kills, why the man ran.. then you must ask. I do not support people knowing everything without ever speaking to the subject of interest. Feel free to ask me for any details of his physical description, why I have an armored fellow as a profile pic but describe a plain garbed man; or for anything else youd want my opinion on.
If you need tables to know why Im here, your in the wrong chatroom. How it will be done? I guess youll find out, wont you??
VerumAeternus