Post by dravenaurex on Sept 30, 2012 22:44:14 GMT -8
Draven emerged from the darkness with a great sense of unease. His hood was up and drenched from the rain. "look at this place!" the little spirit squealed bursting out from underneath Dravens cloak. "Its so old I'm not even sure how its still standing...." Draven reached out and grabbed the spirit by the throat. "Shut up and look. The storm hasn't touched here... the night is clear and the moon is out. Yet there is rain falling just inches past this darkness." He moved his hand back pointing to the shadows that the just emerged from. "Something not normal is going on here. That's what drew me to this place. I can feel that whatever has beckoned me. Its inside." The spirit reached for its ethereal throat as if to rub it better just shrugged. "If you say so. I still say its old."
Feeling his anger flourish Draven reached into his cloak and pulled out a long runed blade with one hand and unholstered his revolver. "Get back into Rak before I shoot you. You know how i hate your rabbling. We need to be careful going in there, I for one do not wish to have a repeat of the last time." The spirit just made a soft yet disturbing hackle, but did as he was told. Swiftly he returned to his resting place in the Blade Rak. Looking up at the citadel Draven let a forced breath out a great dread had washed over him. He walked up to the iron doors and pulled on them.
The doors were heavy but slid open obediently revealing an entrance hall. It was just as dark inside as it seemed out. just a few torches to light along the walls, one side he noticed had a couple chairs and a small table. In the middle of the room was a fountain shaped like an angel. With the sight of her Draven released his tension. The feeling of dread slipped away into the darkness. Finding his way over to the table Draven sat down and pulled out his pipe. There didn't seem to be anyone around and he didn't exactly want to go to far into this place without knowing if there were actually any alive inhabitants.It was then he noticed her.
"My name is Draven, I have come from a quite tedious and tiring adventure you might call it." He paused for a moment taking a few puffs from his pipe. "Your citadel seems very peaceful from the inside. I hope I am not intruding on anything." Draven looked down for a second and before he was able to say anything further he was interrupted by a bright blue flash. "Hiya! I'm Draven's little tag along. You can call me Sidhe. He may say its peaceful in here. I just say its old." Sidhe floated around for a bit staying around Draven, finally setting down on a chair opposite of him.
Feeling his anger flourish Draven reached into his cloak and pulled out a long runed blade with one hand and unholstered his revolver. "Get back into Rak before I shoot you. You know how i hate your rabbling. We need to be careful going in there, I for one do not wish to have a repeat of the last time." The spirit just made a soft yet disturbing hackle, but did as he was told. Swiftly he returned to his resting place in the Blade Rak. Looking up at the citadel Draven let a forced breath out a great dread had washed over him. He walked up to the iron doors and pulled on them.
The doors were heavy but slid open obediently revealing an entrance hall. It was just as dark inside as it seemed out. just a few torches to light along the walls, one side he noticed had a couple chairs and a small table. In the middle of the room was a fountain shaped like an angel. With the sight of her Draven released his tension. The feeling of dread slipped away into the darkness. Finding his way over to the table Draven sat down and pulled out his pipe. There didn't seem to be anyone around and he didn't exactly want to go to far into this place without knowing if there were actually any alive inhabitants.It was then he noticed her.
"My name is Draven, I have come from a quite tedious and tiring adventure you might call it." He paused for a moment taking a few puffs from his pipe. "Your citadel seems very peaceful from the inside. I hope I am not intruding on anything." Draven looked down for a second and before he was able to say anything further he was interrupted by a bright blue flash. "Hiya! I'm Draven's little tag along. You can call me Sidhe. He may say its peaceful in here. I just say its old." Sidhe floated around for a bit staying around Draven, finally setting down on a chair opposite of him.
