Post by Elethaire on Jul 20, 2005 6:27:57 GMT -5
"And in the forest of black, a weapon of destructions, a weapon of life, of death, of light and dark, will remain forever hidden, deep within the earth, in molten, in stone and water. The Phoenix blade shall remain in the shadowed Moss forest darkness surrounded by the god's protectors, Earth, Fire, Wind and Water and their Wielders."
Rafia read over the scripture several times, he rested against the outside of the Mystic Tavern, his piercing feline eyes moved towards the Dark Moss Forest. It had to be it. He thought back to his days where he ruled as one of the supreme gods, he ruled over his dimension creating life and shaping the earth. But it now seemed like centuries, he was nothing anymore. He turned his head and spat on the ground, cursing his brothers and sisters in his far off dimension. It had been legend in his plain of existence, of a weapon, a weapon that could tear through the very fabric that separated dimensions, it would allow him to make his way back to him own dimension and rally his creatures to rip the heavens apart, reclaiming his right in the heavens.
He had been feeling better lately, getting used to the fact that he was stuck as nothing more than a mortal that could summon the creatures he so loved from his plain of existence, nothing extraordinary. Nothing compared to being a god with unbridled power. But this had brought back all the feelings, a chance to ignore the stupid rules his brethren has set out for him, he would be damned before he lived out seven mortal lives before he could return to his own dimension for a trial, a trial… the word was bitter in his mouth
The Phoenix blade was a weapon that the gods of old used, Rafia oldest brother hid the weapon in a distant dimension for safety, but as luck would have it, the blade may have been in the Dark Moss Forest, Rafia smiled. His shoulder length black hair was tied in a low ponytail; his long pointed ears looked even more striking with his hair pulled back, soft tufts of fur on the end of each. He had a slim flexible build with a long thin yet incredibly muscular tail swishing behind him, the same black long black tuft of fur on the end. He was wearing a red sleeveless tunic that looked like it was nothing more than lots of material wrapped around his torso, leather pants protected his legs, but as always he was barefoot, displaying thick dagger sharp claws on the end of his toes. The same on his fingers, but longer. A thin curved sword was strapped to his back and a thick cat-o-nine tails sat comfortably on a special clip around his belt.
Rafia sniffed the air and listened carefully for anyone approaching before he quickly headed towards the Dark Moss Forest to search for the powerful Phoenix blade.
Rafia read over the scripture several times, he rested against the outside of the Mystic Tavern, his piercing feline eyes moved towards the Dark Moss Forest. It had to be it. He thought back to his days where he ruled as one of the supreme gods, he ruled over his dimension creating life and shaping the earth. But it now seemed like centuries, he was nothing anymore. He turned his head and spat on the ground, cursing his brothers and sisters in his far off dimension. It had been legend in his plain of existence, of a weapon, a weapon that could tear through the very fabric that separated dimensions, it would allow him to make his way back to him own dimension and rally his creatures to rip the heavens apart, reclaiming his right in the heavens.
He had been feeling better lately, getting used to the fact that he was stuck as nothing more than a mortal that could summon the creatures he so loved from his plain of existence, nothing extraordinary. Nothing compared to being a god with unbridled power. But this had brought back all the feelings, a chance to ignore the stupid rules his brethren has set out for him, he would be damned before he lived out seven mortal lives before he could return to his own dimension for a trial, a trial… the word was bitter in his mouth
The Phoenix blade was a weapon that the gods of old used, Rafia oldest brother hid the weapon in a distant dimension for safety, but as luck would have it, the blade may have been in the Dark Moss Forest, Rafia smiled. His shoulder length black hair was tied in a low ponytail; his long pointed ears looked even more striking with his hair pulled back, soft tufts of fur on the end of each. He had a slim flexible build with a long thin yet incredibly muscular tail swishing behind him, the same black long black tuft of fur on the end. He was wearing a red sleeveless tunic that looked like it was nothing more than lots of material wrapped around his torso, leather pants protected his legs, but as always he was barefoot, displaying thick dagger sharp claws on the end of his toes. The same on his fingers, but longer. A thin curved sword was strapped to his back and a thick cat-o-nine tails sat comfortably on a special clip around his belt.
Rafia sniffed the air and listened carefully for anyone approaching before he quickly headed towards the Dark Moss Forest to search for the powerful Phoenix blade.