Just some random RP stuff.....

[Teh EkwEE]

Demiere looked at his potential leige-lord. "I will serve you, if you wish, to fight your enemies, they will become my enemies as well. But...," His voice trailed off, someone had crossed his ward. The weave of Fire and Spirit reverberated around him, he could sense that it was a women....who had the intention of approaching him. She was silent, he could hear her with his Power enhanced senses, but too quite to be approaching them for a benevolent purpose. His azure eyes grew cold, distant. His pupils, sharpened by the Power, grew larger. All that could be seen were onyx holes staring out from his head. Demiere hunched slightly. His voice, which had trailed off now became pure venom. Full of hate and bloodlust, the only thought that trailed through his head before it grew foggy was <c>
DANGER .Demiere lashed out with the Power. Flows of Air struck out behind him, he grabbed the throat of the one approaching, "Djevik K'Shar...Djevik K'Shar......Djevik K'Shar....DJEVIK K'SHAR!!!!" Demier spun to meet the face of a choking woman, her eyes bulging. He could see his weave, bulging around her neck, choking the life out of her. "Yes....Djevik K'Shar" He looked at Belmont for askance. If he nodded, he would break this one, the one who threatened him. Demiere shook his head....something was wrong...."No.." He struggeld. "Not a threat." he whispered, and his head cleared. Her eyes were turning bloodshot now, her face blue.....His eyes widened, and he severed the weave as fast as he could manage. The women fell to the ground, and Demiere collapsed. "Aghh..." The fog was <C>
clearing now. He became conscious of what he'd almost done. "Forgive me." He almost hurled himself at the women. He formed the complex weave of Earth and Fire and Spirit and Water and Air that was the formation of Delving. He pressed a finger against her neck, where his weave had almost snapped her neck....."You'll be fine." He didn't feel an apology was really needed for the woman. She seemed a commoner, and commoners shouldn't meddle in the affairs of nobles. However, he did believe he owed someone an apology. He turned to look at the effiminate man that owned these lands. "Lord Belmont forgive me....That....happens sometime, it was the after effect of the Dark One's taint on the Source. If you wish her to die for intruding then I will do it. If you wish her to live, she'll only have<C>
have a very large, very sore, bruise to deal with. I have not a great amount of Talent in the area of Healing, so I'm afraid I can't do much for that, but I can take some of her soreness away?" Demiere felt his chances at consolidation and protection had just vanished. He stood somewhat still....he didn't show any outward sign of emotion, but internally he felt....uneasy. Would this foreign lord cared if he had accidentaly killed one of his citizens. "Either way Lord Belmont, I apologize. " He stared at the women, his eyes azure again, the pupils no longer dialated. THe moon shown behind him, silohutting (goddamn spelling) his face in darkness. <E>



Demiere stared at the man called Belmont. Had he just said to call him 'Joshua'? Yes he thought that's what the man had said. The stars were out now, the brilliant purple and orange hues of the brillant sunset that seemed to exude an aura of celestial doing was finally ending. The indigo stars shone with a thousand, brilliant sparkles that also seemed to bode of some higher power, not this twisted power of God that was held over the people of this land. Places where redemption and salvation were only seen through sacrifice. He looked at the man again, a man he though he might share some astral connection to, some predetermined meeting of fate that would alter lives. The man exuded a feeling of calm befitting a king commanding his servants, commanding armies and ordering excutions with<C>
out the batting of an eyelash. His silver colored hair and eyes now shone with the light of the stars above and the street lamps, now being lit by couriers whose task it was to do said task, softened his features maybe even more, making him almost seem a women. It unsettled Demiere to see such a thing, as he had no doubts in his mind that this man who seemed a women, would slit the throat of a person he thought would betray. Demiere almost saw himself in this man during his bouts of madness. Demiere looked after the woman, he steps echoing off the brick buildings as her boots struck the cobblestone. Her frame swayed as she almost seemed to run. "I apologize." he said softly. He nodded slightly, the apology wouldn't do, but there was nothing he could do for the woman. He couldn't stop <C>
the bouts when they came to him, and when they did his only thought was survival. Anything in his way would perish, he had once mistaken friend for foe in one of those bouts and that was a mistake he had promised to never make again. He would always control his channeling, but he couldn't stop channeling, not unless he died, it was life in purest form in that torrent storm of fire and ice that suffused him with his power. Indeed, being severed would be worsed than death. So he would guard this man with his life, become stronger, and learn to control the bouts, and kill those that pursued him. The Dark One's taint on the male half of the True Source had been lifted after almost three millenium of pain and tourture upon those who touched that forbidden power. Those who did pursue it were<C>
destined to touch it again and go mad, and rot alive. But Demiere was afraid that he had a small sliver of the taint in him, on his soul, tainting him until death. His azure eyes returned to the man whom he had come to see. "Yes, I suppose you're right." Demiere extended his hand towards the man, his azure eyes meeting the grey, almost white eyes, of Joshua. "Those who are with you should address you by name." "Joshua" he added, almost as afterthought. The last remnants of twilight still remained, and were quickly fading into the muted yellow glow of the street lights. The last rays of the sun disappeared over the horizon, and it seemed as if Demiere had not left empty handed. It seemed an alliance had been formed. It seemed as if a there was a new beginning. One of strength and <C>
power. An Age to end all Ages. This alliance would commence to conquer all realms. Demiere thought this sounded like a good thought, so he put it into words. "I think this will be a new beginning......for both of us." <E> (I had to put some sort of corny ending there....*le sigh*


Demiere smelled the sour-sweet breath on Joshua Belmont's breath. The Kanj symbol appeared in midair and he felt something intwining it self onto him, sinking into him....and he stared stunned. "You Bonded me?..." and then he smiled. "Yes, a Bond, perfect for what I feel we have." The words he spoke didn't chill Demiere in the least. He expected them. "I would expect anything less than death. I know the feeling of betrayel, rest assured that it will not come from me, the sting of such hurts. I say we speak of the finer details at a later time. The most important thing now is room and board and privacy." the crowds were gathering, more steadily, now under the street lights. The sounds of traveling troubadours and bards telling their stories and playing music was drifting from the few inns<C
on this street. Demiere decided this would not be the best place to continue this conversation. "Joshua, I believe you have a castle in this town, yes? I believe those towers, are it?" The towers Demiere pointed to were on the horizon, where the sun would rise the next morning. He had been scouting the grounds, so he was prepared for the next action. He began walking towards an alleyway hidden in darkness. "You need to follow me, I don't want others to see this." He nodded towards the umbrancing entrance of the alley and began walking, not seeing if his new ally was following. <E>


Demiere nodded thoughtfully, he realized neither of them realized what his abilities were. An in detail description so saidin would be provided for him later. But that.....thing....he did was something similar to his own Warder bond that his Aes Sedai had laid upon him much the same way. Demiere strode off into the allyway. The darkness, complete and enshrouding, it felt like some entity that could swallow him at any moment. He would make sure no one saw what he was about to do. people would be scared if they saw and then loose tounges would fly. He turned a corner in the darkness already knowing this back alley behind the monumental cathedral. Demiere still holding the Power waited for Joshua to round the corner. "Now....I will teach you the first of my abilities. There are two halves<C>