Post by Yukiten on Oct 3, 2013 3:30:12 GMT
I want you to stay. tags words ### notes | • Adam Grayling stood in the shadow of a blackened tree, his green eyes and smooth fingers tracing the hardly visible seals he and his Circle had made many, many years ago. All this time they had stayed strong, keeping the evil power they hid at bay, delaying its return for as long as the Circle's power could allow. But these bounds were fading, weakened by the power they locked away, their light silver glow a dim shadow. A frown fell upon Adam's stony face. He'd worked hard with Elliot, his cousin, and the rest of his Circle to hide away the evil that threatened his home, his people, all those years ago... It was still fresh in his mind: all the scents and rapid heart beats, the fear, the blood, the creature that became of Analisa Smith. She'd been a normal girl once, but the temptation of strength and power fluttered into her heart and spoke such sickly sweet words to her. The corruption and greed consumed her, body and soul, and no longer was she human, but a beast with crooked teeth and hard eyes. Her body was a canvas of cruelty and madness, broken and transformed into a fowl animal: The horns of a goat crested her forehead, hooves of a prancing pony messily replaced her delicate feet, torn and tattered wings grew from her twisted back, and her skin had become the equivalent of a snake's, leathery and scaled. She'd once been beautiful, he repeated to himself, a blond with soft curls and sapphire eyes. Adam shook his head slowly to clear it, his palm flattened against the dimmest seal. He focused hard, willing his energy to flow into it and restore it, but it didn't. He tried harder, feeling his power flow like sludge through his body, inching to and through his fingers. But it wouldn't flow into the seals, touching the blackened bark and then refusing to interact with it, as if it were afraid. He pulled his hand away and let it fall to his side. "Fuck," he muttered, his brows furrowing. The energy's rejection of the tree was indicative of the growing strength of the evil that lie buried under the soft sands of the island. At this rate, it could break free before the week was out or even before the day ended. But...it didn't add up. The full moon was next month, it couldn't possibly-- He scowled and ran his fingers through his hair, perplexed and angry. It could break free at any given moment, this he needed to come to terms with, but he couldn't. There wasn't enough time to forgive it and move on. There was only enough to move on. The snap of a twig on the opposite side of the island and a soft heartbeat caught his attention, drawing him from his frustrations. He stared into the clearing with his wild green eyes, watching, waiting for whoever to slip out of the shadows. |
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