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Post by Decimas on Apr 9, 2006 15:26:08 GMT -5
With the sun high in the sky and shining brightly through clear skies in mid day, there wasn’t a cloud to be seen. Birds chirped quietly in the trees all around, though there werent too many trees within range for the birds to be audible at most places in the graveyard. Walking outwards from within the graveyard there cam a man dressed in a black dress shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants. His short black hair was slightly fluffed, giving it some form, though it was only about an inch long. The man turned his head up slightly to look towards the shining sun in the sky and squinted as he did. The mans green eyes watered quite a bit in the light as he closed his eyes for a moment and turned his head down to his feet as he walked.
After looking back up and watching ahead of himself, the man continued on his way as he had been doing, walking between graves to the one he was headed to. Once he finally came to a stop, the man stood over one grave and looked down at the small metal plate it had at the head; a poor mans tomb stone. After a moments pause, he bowed his head and lowered himself to one knee, then two as he sat himself down on his heels. The mans eyes seemed to glisten, not from the light that time, but his eyes had become glossy as when wet, and with one hand, Decimas Aurelious placed a single red rose on the grave of his father; his childhood hero.
Resting his hand back on his knee after gently letting down the flower, Decimas looked up towards the sun again. That wasn’t something he ever usually did, but he hadnt seen the sun in so long. The light did hurt his eyes, those nocternal eyes of his that seemed to be more sore in the light of the sun than would be sensable for any man, even considering his habbits. Decimas pushed his top teeth lightly down on his bottom lip and took a deep breath in as he looked up into the sky and close his eyes. Then, turning his head back down towards the grave, he opened his eyes just as a single tear dripped from either eye and slid slowly down his cheeks. “I wish you were here…” Decimas spoke quietly, almost under his breath and trailed off before taking in another deep breath. “I wish you were here dad.” He managed to finish his sentence that time, though still only quietly, even more under his breath than the last time as his eyes squeezed shut, another tear forcing itself out from either eye.
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Post by Adara on Apr 10, 2006 23:17:24 GMT -5
A young girl, about the age of 25 walked silently past Decimas as he knelt before the grave to his father, she paused, her aqua orbs glistening in the sun, watering and red still as she headed towards the exit to the graveyard. She noticed him, and her own tears began to once again well up in her own eyes, just through grieving the loss of bother her parents, she felt his sadness in every nerve.
Her long black locks, shining in the sun with hues of purples and blues, hung limply over a pair of very strong yet slender shoulders, her garments she wore were made of a light silken material, the top was like a ‘T’ that came to an end just above her flat naval, and then the bottom portion of her attire was an ankle length skirt, tied about her with a long slit up the side that moved up to her hip on the left. The colors she wore were of course black, as the reason she’d come was not a fashion statement but to say again, her good-byes and apologize for what had become of her in their absence, knowing her father especially, would not approve.
Adara had not been a Lycan long, but long enough to have learned what she was capable of, as well know the hatred that came along with being what she was. When someone knew what she was, they backed away form her, called her evil and foul, a creature of hell. She, of course, was none of these things and it saddened her to think what her father, a former priest of God would think of his daughter now.
“I wish you were here dad.” Were the words the man kneeling before the headstone had spoken. If only she could wish that of her own father, though she knew, he’d not want to be, she knew he’d sooner be in the ground where he silently lay if he knew his daughter had become the foul creature of the night she had.
“At least he’d be proud of you, I’m sure.” She said as she began walking again, her head now turning back in the direction she was traveling, one hand in the pocket of her light cloak that was thrown about her shoulders, her fingers fumbling with a forgotten piece of parchment she’d stuck there a while back.
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Post by Decimas on Apr 11, 2006 22:57:46 GMT -5
“But he’s not.” Decimas replied quietly, looking down at the ground over his fathers grave as he knelt over it. “He isn’t proud of me because he isn’t here.” The man continued solomely. Decimas didn’t seem on that day to be the evil necromancer that everyone feared. He was just a man sulking in sorrow at the absence of his father. “I never got the chance to make my daddy proud.” He said as his lips started to shiver, tears leaking from both his eyes when he turned his head up to look at the young woman walking passed him in the cemetary. The dark master of death and decay seemed no more than a childs soul when he spoke of his beloved father deceased.
It was Decimas’ father Maximus who had tought him what he believed; to take what you want in life, that no one would give it to you. It was always on his mind in everything he did. He always wanted to make his father proud, and he’d never had the chance. That dream had been stolen from him and he wouldn’t let another one slip from his grasp. Decimas would take what he wanted just like his father had said, and he would give cause for his father to have been proud. Maybe someday he would find a way to show his daddy what he’d done.
“I try so hard.” He almost whimpered, his face becoming covered in tears as he sniffled once looking up at the woman before turning his head back down to the grave where his tears fell idly onto the ground. “I try so hard but he doesn’t know it. He can’t see me now.” Decimas had to sniffle again, and more tears fell upon his fathers grave as he slouched over his own knees, sitting still on his own ankles and sobbing, having moved both his hands up to cup around his face.
“For all I’ve done,” he finally said, having gathered himself enough to talk again. “and for all I do, for all I’ll ever do,,,” Decimas hesitated, looking up at the woman again, his face sompletely covered in his own tears, and his cheeks marked red from his own palms. “My father will never know me and will never be proud of me. I have no one to please but me.”
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Post by Adara on Apr 12, 2006 0:07:33 GMT -5
She had not expected a reply from the man, and when he’d spoken, her feet stopped, just a few steps beyond where he continued to sit, perched on his own feet like a grieving statue that rained tears over the grave it stood by.
She then turned, her light cloak whipping out and around her as she did, the one graceful movement so unnatural for any human, if the Necromancer had not been so distraught, he might have taken note of it. She moved towards him now and then came up beside him, looking down at eth grave he mourned over, her aqua gaze, still tear filled with her own loss and thoughts, seeing the blurred name of the man he cried over, in a blurry semblance that was like looking through a window being pelted by a torrent of rain. She however did make out the name ‘Maximus’ but then after she’d done so, she turned her gaze to look over the man next to her, her own body moving into a squatting position next to him, her arms crossed on her knees, her bottom resting on the heels of her bare feet.
There was a quiet moment where not but his sobs could be heard over the sounds of the birds chirping restlessly in their nests above and then she spoke, when she did, her voice was quiet, and peaceful, filled with not but soft tones and caring undertones. “I understand that you would want your father to know what it is you do, sor, but no, you are correct, he can not, nor will he ever know…” She started, her words telling truth, spoken in those soft tones, though harsh as they were. “However, it is not he who you need please any longer, but yourself.” She continued. “I have learned that if I try to be something I am not, then it is dishonest to myself and that is not what my father would have wanted of me, though, to look at me now, he’ d more than likely turn his back on me and walk away, probably has already turned in his grave over the things I have done.” She said and then took a long breath. “No sir, I am certain, should your father be alive, he’d be more than proud of you, and on anther note…no one is ever as alone as they might feel.” She ended with a slight sigh, knowing her words to be truth, though knowing as well, as distraught as the man was that sat next to her, he’d probably not even hear what she was saying, rather understand what it was she had to say.
Adara then sat quietly on her heals, her eyes now looking out over the graveyard in silence, wondering how many of these poor dead were her own personal doing. She did not like to kill, but had seen war, had, had to save her own hide more than once, and in the end, had killed far more lives than she could ever justify in her own heart. She love all that was good and despised those things evil, she worked hard to stay on God’s side, even though she was branded as an outcast the moment she’d been turned. Branded an evil creature of the night, though it was the furthest thing from the truth, as it were, she was perhaps the kindest, most caring Lycan, any given human or other creature cold pass by and they’d never know it, because the moment they figured out what she was, her kindness was taken as a lie to gain their trust before she’d rip their throats out from their necks, or worse, turn them into what it was she had become. It was those reactions that had made her become reclusive, and even now, she had no idea why it was she chose to try and console someone who’d more than likely, in the end, try and kill her for something she had no control over, the curse that had been laid upon her not all too long ago. But something in her told her that he needed someone just now, and to be alone was not going to do him well, so, she would offer him a kind and caring hand, if that hand was thrust back at her, then it was as it had always been, she would walk away in silent sadness.
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Post by Decimas on May 13, 2006 22:30:26 GMT -5
“Someday maybe,” Decimas said quietly, “when all is said and done. When all the world is come and gone, I will see my father once again and I will find a way to make him proud. He will see the things that I have done, he will realise the boy he raised his son has gone on to be what it is I am.” The crying man, no evil terrorist tyrrant of the dead that day, turned his head up to the side to look upon the womans eyes once more as he sniffled again and took in a good breath of air. “My father will indeed be proud of me, I’ll make sure one day.” He was in no state of mind to adress the kind womans own personal life, though he would have liked to at the time. Decimas was no stone when it came to a fathers pride. The love and adoration of his own father was something that even the evil necromancer master had mourned and longed for his entire life. He would never overlook anothers concerns towards the same.
“I need someone else to see what I do.” He finally continued, after having paused for a few moments, staring blankly in his own mesmorised thoughts. “My glory isnt what it should be. I cant obtain my full absolution without anyone knowing what ive done. Its for that reason that all the world must know what I want, know what I do. The world must see the effects of my success because my father isnt here to see it himself.”
After having come to a sort of conclusion in his whimpering sobs, Decimas’ tears started to slow. The rivers of his eyes couldn’t obviously run non stop, and that seemed to be the point where the flow trickled down to leave only his tear streaked cheeks and water strained eyes as reminent of his cries. “What terrible deeds could you have done to merrit your fathers corpse turning over in the burried wooden chest?” Decimas asked, sounding even compassionate. “What things do you do with your life, what choices do you make that would cause the man to do such things? Do you not strive for what you want? Does your own visit here and your own mourning of your fathers dreams claimed lost for you not show the state of mind he would have adored?”
It wouldhave seemed odd to see Decimas be that way with a person if said person had known who he was, but this man really did have a heart within his chest and a pulse in his veins. There was a heart and soul burried beneath the seemingly soulless mind of the necromancer of Karador. He wasn’t careless at all in fact, simply held strongly in his own beliefs.
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Post by Adara on May 13, 2006 23:43:01 GMT -5
Adara could feel this mans conviction in his every word and a near silent gasp escaped between her painted lips. Her Aqua eyes stood watching him as he continued to speak of his longing to please his father, his desperation to make his father proud of him, it was every bit as desperate as her own wish, her own dream, though she would never have her father on her side, not any longer, this she knew completely.
Then he turned and gazed at her, her won aqua orbs searching for his gaze, knowing he looked into her eyes, she bowed her head then, looking away from him, not trusting of any living soul to accept her for what she was, not wanting to give anyone the chance to know, she would not meet his gaze for more then a few moments at any given time, fearing he would find her secret through such a simple thing as her piercing gaze.
“You will make your father proud, I have no doubt about that sir, as a person with such conviction shant fail in his mission, less there be an equally desperate force wanting to stop him in his tracks.” She replied in her soft tones. “I wish you all that you want, and as I have stated before… no one is alone.” She continued, allowing her gaze to wander out over the graveyard again as she spoke to him in that quiet, comforting tone. “As for myself…” She took in a deep breath of most unneeded air. “... I have done nothing that I did not have to do, for the most part, though there are those things that I had no control over... but he would never forgive, he would never understand. “Yes, I do everything I can to make up for what I have done, I only know he would not accept me for what I have become, for what I have had to do in my time. I only know that even an absolution from God himself, for the things I have done, would not change the fact that I am not what he could accept, nor would he…” She took one more shuddering breath and then closed her eyes for a moment, staving off the tears that wanted to come. “But that is enough about me, my life is not worth crying over, I have learned to accept that.” She continued, her brilliant orbs opening once again and she chanced a glimpse at the man next to her again.
She was silent for several long moments and then she even smiled slightly, though as to rather it was genuine or not, was to be unknown. “I am certain sir, that you will have what you desire, the love of your father, his acknowledgement, when all is said and done, as you have put it, will be there, I am certain he awaits you with open arms, for a son such as yourself, can not possibly go unnoticed, even from the deceased.” She finished, her form shifting slightly as she moved to release some pressure from her right foot that was beginning to fall to sleep under the weight of her body. When she moved, the small slip of parchment that was in her pocket slipped into view for a moment, unnoticed by her, the writing barely visible in the light, though it was written in Latin, and seemed very old, there was no other abnormalities about it.
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Post by Decimas on May 14, 2006 22:13:48 GMT -5
“All the dead know who I am, but no one alive has the slightest clue.” Decimas spoke quietly, almost murmuring as he lowered his head again, thinking upon what he himself was saying. “No one likes me, everyone hates me. Every soul alive and dead holds certain fear of me for all the things I do. They call me names and throw threats at me.” The necromancer paused for a monment, realising that the woman that sat there next to him would more than certainly stand against him as well should she know what it was he was talking about. “I’m more alone than you might think young m’am.” He said as he turned his head back up to look at her again. “but they’ll all thank me in the end. When all my work is done and the world has reaped the truest reward, they all will thank me for what Ive done. That’s why I cant give up.” He shook his head as he spoke those words, “That’s why I have to keep going through all the persecution, all the solitude. I have to keep going and take what I want. No one will give it to me, so I have to keep going. It’s just like my father always said to me.”
“But if what you’ve done was what you had to do,” Decimas said, returning the conversation to the woman that sat to console him. “If there was no way you could ever control it, then it wasn’t you who did it, but rather the circumstances that you’ve been in.” he paused for only a moment to wipe the last tears from his own cheeks and looked the woman in the eyes again. “If your father was a man worth the love and admiration you seem to show for him, then he may certainly hold hate for what you’ve done, and for what you have become, maybe, whatever that may be. He may loath the very thoughts, of what has been done to you, but I assure you that any father worth calling a father, would undoubtedly still be proud of a woman with the aspirations I think you have.”
It may have seemed odd to any who knew who he was, to see Decimas being as comapassionate as he seemed to be that day but he truly never lied. Decimas never faked who he was or put on face. He refused to portray himself to be someone he wasn’t, so stuck with hiding it from the world instead. His dream had no reason to be mean to this woman who was so nice to him, and there was nothing within the necromancers soul that would ever take her life or her soul without due cause. Decimas wasn’t a bad guy, he just did what he had to do.
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Post by Adara on May 14, 2006 22:51:29 GMT -5
Adara listened to his words carefully; this man sitting next to her was much more than she had given credit for in the beginning. There was a deep desire within his being that longed to be released, nearly screamed for its release and though she would not be so rude as to press the matter, her mind worked on his words for the moment as he continued his discourse about his future. “it may be that you consider yourself alone sir, but in all honesty, if you look in the right places, you will find that even the most unexpected hand may one day shine through to prove you wrong in your thought of aloneness.” She returned to his remark on being alone.
After she had spoken, she noticed that piece of parchment sticking out of her pocket and brought her hand to her pocket and tucked it back in again, so as not to litter the beautifully kept lawn of the graveyard, she would really have to remember at some point that she needed to find a trash bin to toss the silly thing.
Adara then took in a long breath and turned her face to the man and grinned, despite his afore eerie speech about the dead, taking it as his way of dealing with his mournful state, her grin was most genuine this time and her eyes even caught the light and showed through in their entire brilliance, sparking to life like two aqua gems set in her pale beauty. “Thank you for your kind words sir, I will not forget what you’ve said, and perhaps you are right, maybe…” She allowed her lips to turn up more, creating a smile from the grin of before. “Just maybe, when all is indeed said and done, I will find open arms waiting for me.” She finished and then turned that smile towards the grave that still lie before them and inclined her head. “He must have been a great man, for you to hold to his approval the way that you do, as I can see you are destined for great things yourself.” She told Decimas then, once again, looking over at him, though not turning her head, it was just with her eyes she looked over this time.
No, Adara would not approve of what it was Decimas was trying to do, nor would she like him, but, no matter what horrors the Master Necromancer would throw at the Realm of Karador and the rest of the world, no matter how terrible they were, they were still great things, and so, her words rang true, no matter how one looked at the situation.
“As for me, I shall continue to do my best to be as my father would have liked, and as you have said, I may not be able to change what I am, but it is indeed who I am that matters in the end… I hope.” She finished, her eyes now moving back to the graveyard.
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