[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by gld. CAIAPHAS on March 31, 2009, 8:56 am
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The sky howled a crisp, foreboding cry; the wind whipped in fury, lore to the portentous storm that brewed in its wake. The conditions, however, were not borne of nature’s original wrath, but rather, the coming of a forgotten son – wielder of lightning, electric and shockingly tangible. Caiaphas came, mounting a succulent silence that shook the trees and the soil in its indistinguishable fist, galloping toward the rising dawn with hooves of dulled silver.
His skin was torn, ragged, scar-ridden; his tail whipped across his haunches with unrelenting strokes, leaving soft indentations of shadow in the crisp, new light. His face, as his body, was stone-like, with etched, sharp contours that seemed almost alien—for where there should’ve been a roundness accentuating his jaw, instead resolved a hardened angle, reaching jaggedly into his thick neckline. His shoulders hulked forward, decimating the distance with colossal strides that breathed a purposeful, reminiscent cadence.
The dawn was beautiful, but Caiaphas was stoic, strong—lightning coursed through his veins and illuminated his eyes, an electricity that formed a familiar glow around the mahogany chestnut of his skin. He had never been a majestic creature, and nor would he be now, standing in the wake of the crumbling Element.
He could not stay, just as he had left before. Caiaphas was not meant to remain inert, loyalty bound—his soul was much too rogue, his mind too aloof and, even, uncompassionate. He was The Maven, a creature devoted to the expertise of battle, to the beauty of body upon body collision and emotions of pain, anguish, fury. He had once been The Polymath, in likewise the same fashion.
Caiaphas had succumbed to the feral instincts of his violent psyche, slaughtering the loyalties and sodalities that he had created—and he had taken to the obscurity of darkness, his legacy left to be trodden in dust and blood.
Caiaphas raised his roman muzzle to the depths of the familiar, memory-laden land beneath his gaze—and just as he had come, vanished amongst a crash of thunder and strike of lightning, his electric eyes alight with passion of a new day.
The Polymath & The Maven
Once of Earth, Once of Lightning
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