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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on May 6, 2017 1:10:33 GMT -5
Feel free to post or whatever, here I'm just going to be doing some random bits of writing when I get bored. Expect nothing to make sense or have any connections, it will all be made up on the spot. Enjoy! 
5-6-17~~~ The sun was bright. A lone wolf padded through a lonely shrub-land, gaze straight ahead, never wavering. His pawsteps sent up small clouds of dust, and his legs and belly were coated with a layer of the dust. His path stayed consistent, veering around rocky outcroppings and larger clumps of shrubs, but always heading north. No water was seen for miles, and when a small oasis appeared, the wolf only stopped for a few minutes in the shade of a stunted tree to lap at the clear, bubbling water that came out of the rocks. On and on he walked, always North, as the sun passed it's zenith and fell towards the horizon, still he walked. Through the deserted and rocky land, keeping his pace.
Soon, this place would fade, and still he would walk on. For this place was only a section of his journey. There were many types of terrain he would walk through, sometimes among other animals, but always continuing alone. Never staying in one place any longer than an hour or two, he would hunt when there was prey on his path, and drink when the lands offered him water. Forever on this journey. Forever walking.
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on May 17, 2017 0:17:02 GMT -5
5-16-17~~~
A cold breeze blows over us, and I snuggle closer to her. Feel every breath in her body. My heart beats faster now, slower now. It is as if all other emotion is simply washed away by the pureness of love. The stars are twinkling and bright, the moon glowing as her face does in the light. The faint, distant sound of water, cascading like her golden hair. She is a still as the night.
Our nightly whispers have now faded, to listen to the whispers of the night itself. Crickets chirp softly nearby. The breeze blows gently. But aside from that, there is something else. It is as if the very stars are singing, dancing, rejoicing for our love. I can see the threads of color, woven into the black velvet sky, the sparkles of light, standing against the darkness. The glow of the moon, pulsing like a heartbeat. We are together, in perfection. In love. In bliss.
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Sept 6, 2017 8:01:14 GMT -5
9-6-17~~~
"Four Hearts. Three beat still. One Will. Never divided. Nine Nations across Three Continents. One Fire burns bright above us. Until the End we shall fight! For Vaezio! For Maximos! For Allinor!" A wild cheer went up all across the crowd, and a small smile tugged at the corner of Queen Cryssa’s mouth as she spoke from the balcony of the Royal palace in Endless. Her eyes caught one particular person’s face in the crowd, and he nodded to her slowly, arms crossed in front of him, but grinning with the rest of the crowd. Jake had refused to appear on the balcony alongside her, even as the Chief of Guard. He seemed to think that it made him look too important. But Cryssa could deal with that later. She had a crowd to lead.
Raising a hand to the sky, she focused for a moment on her Hiio’sae, her heart of hearts, where all willpower and magical capability is centered. She shivered ever so slightly at the incredible rush of power through her being, channeling and focusing the incredible energy into her arm and down to her fingertips as they wiggled in the slightly moist coastline air. The water in the air slowly was drawn to her hand, crystallizing into an icy scepter in her grip. The whole process took only a few moments, until Queen Cryssa was holding the scepter high in the air, looking down with a smile upon her subjects. A roar of excitement erupted across the crowd, and several shouts of “Long Live Queen Cryssa!” came from spread across the courtyard.
This is going to be GOOD. And we have a War to fight. For Maximos.
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Nov 27, 2017 19:00:26 GMT -5
An excerpt from a piece I'm writing with a friend, there are a lot of connections to other things but I think It's appreciable on its own.
I'm still for a long, long time. His body has become cold to the touch, I realize when I move it from slumped against the counter to the table I've cleared. I don't know what to do now. Should I bury him? Or make a funeral pyre? Probably the latter, most who controlled magic preferred that.
I build the pyre from timbers in the woodcutting area, setting it up on a large flat rock a ways down the hillside from the cabin. It takes me some time to move him from the house to there when it is finished. It is strange, handling a body. I've never been near the dead like this. Never have killed someone either, or been hiking through strange mountains alone. Guess today was a day of firsts.
Solaris is quiet inside of me. Eerily quiet. Not even a whisper, or a hint of struggle, and I know it's easily been hours since the release of energy, with no vent since then. It's quiet on the mountainside as well, no birdsong, only my breathing and the soft gurgle of the stream. Even that seems muted, dead. My mind stops at that word, and I push the thoughts away, turning to Hyperius' body atop the pyre. I've covered him in the cloth from the table, not wanting to look at what the Light did to his body. Everything is ready for the funeral, but still I hesitate. How did this all come to be? It had happened so fast, he had been talking about his magic, and then suddenly it was as if there was something else there, besides he and I, and Solaris in me. A fourth presence had appeared, I realize now. Like oil from a lamp, when it leaked out, the Soalris Fire need but let out a single spark and things went up in a blaze.
*Hyperius...*
It was there, right in front of me, his name. So similar to Solaris in nature, but like a different side of a coin. Like comparing snow to ice. Both were cold, and wet. But where ice was solid and dull, snow was delicate and shining white. Solaris was Magic, no doubt, but she was a burning Magic Light without mercy. Hyperius, he was so different. His magic was subtle, calm and collected, he was refreshing like a soft beam of sunlight that warmed one up after taking a swim in a pond on a late summer day. I wondered how connected he was with the Hyperius spirit. I assumed it was similar to mine, but then again, I knew it was very different. Something told me it was a silly comparison, that Hyperius paled drastically to the power of Solaris. Maybe I was being wishful. I had wanted something alike to me. And Solaris, although Light herself, had snuffed out that glimmer of hope in me.
With that thought, not caring what really happened, a dug deep into my power, snagging tendrils of the Solaris spirit that were wound tight around my own magic. I took it all in, every bit I could hold, and more, and then unleashed the flow, let the dam that held back the lake of power shatter, unleashing the full force of Solaris and myself into a torrent of bright light. But this time, there is something else. Warm, deep orange fire mingles with it, engulfing the funeral pyre in bright yellow light. I stumble backwards, but the flow doesn't stop, it is still rushing forth, unchecked. Fire and Light and Energy, flowing from the deepest part of my magical capability, accented by the sparks of Hyperius and the bright merciless Light of Solaris. The entire mountainside is a dancing inferno of raging magical energy when the flow finally splutters and thins. It is all around me, but doesn't touch me. Everything is illuminated. Everything burns. Everything is touched by the Light, and everything is consumed.
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Jan 31, 2018 0:58:03 GMT -5
1-31-18
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I'm sitting alone on the only chair in the room, staring into nothingness. The air around me is still, stifling, and hot; yet also it is cold, drawing the energy from beneath my skin and setting me to shivering. My clothes are old and wrinkled, but they are of the same style as most all wear in this land. My capes are a different story. Although they too are rumpled, and lay around me in no particular form of arrangement, the serene gray and rich brown capes, linked and woven through each other at the collar to fall differently to each side, mean naught to anyone who sees me here. To most all who see me here, they think but of a strange child who refuses to reconcile with his place in the world. Maybe I should regress to seeming lunacy, as I have so often pondered doing. Perhaps it would grant me some more proper form of attention in this wretched, sneering, uneducated place. At that thought, a foolish grin and a chuckle break my countenance, causing me to stir from my stillness.
"You are pretty, when you laugh like that." A woman's voice come from behind me. "Like you know something that those around you do not."
"I don't want to be pretty, Starr. You know that." My retort is heavy with irritation.
"Pretty, Handsome, however you describe it, it was things such as that arrogance that first attracted me to you." Her voice is warm, soothing. I can feel her presence stronger now, as if she might even be there were I to turn around. I give another chuckle, mirthless this time.
"Trying to get inside my skin, are you? Burn you, by the Light, Woman!" I whirl, standing as the chair topples and my capes billow out in fury. I shake my head. She has never shown herself physically to me. In fact, I do not even have a form of her face in my mind. I told myself once that she is beautiful, seductively so, even, but I have never given form to that idea. Her voice is quiet, a murmur, but it is just as alike to a voice of physical sound as her first words were.
"I Love You. You must know that. I loved you long before that pale-haired milksop stole you away into her earthen clutches." Her voice drips with venom at the mention of that woman, but none of it is directed at me. None of it ever has been. Her voice raises back to normal level.
"Why will you not say as much back to me?" Pleading, pain-filled desire fills her voice now. She is right, I will not say it to her. I have thought it, maybe, at several points. But I have never spoken the direct words to her.
"Do you think I believe an ounce of your supposed sorrow?" My voice was meant to be a lash of cold, but it comes more as a choke of a shred of warmth, laced with the blood that oozes from my broken heart. She hears it, I know, but does not speak on her own. No, all of the thoughts racing in my mind, the emotions tumbling in my heart, and every bit of turmoil in my soul, it is all my own. Her voice comes again. So comforting, welcoming, and perfect.
"I could mend you. Make you whole again. Ease your troubled mind, soothe your broken heart, and bring balance to your soul."
"Fool woman!" I shout, although no other around would have heard such a shout, as it is only an angry thought. "You are the very reason I am this way! 'For I gazed into the eye of the cosmos, and the eye of the cosmos gazed into me...and I have never been the same since.' You gave me such words yourself, to explain you to those I dwell among in this land, to bring Light to the eyes of the foo--" I bite my tongue. They are no fools. I have only ever tried to explain Starr to those in this realm that I have loved, or at least seen some beauty and goodness in. And all have been far from fools.
I knew what her next words would be before they came. An advantage, I suppose, of listening to someone who lives in your own brain.
"You would not be so lost and broken if you had stayed with me. If you had admitted your Love for me."
I sink to the floor, my voice quiet and trembling.
"If you really could do what you claim to be able to, why have you not done it already? And if you cannot, why do you torment me so? If you love me as you claim, would it not satisfy you in some way to have me be with you, not trapped like a rat in this slimy, stinking, sorrow-filled plane of existence?" She is quiet a moment, most would be frowning, scrambling to find some proper argument, but she is only still and quiet and calm.
"You know why. You have pledged your allegiance to she whom you call the Golden Throne, and told her that you would bring her with you if you could pass into another realm. I could not so easily bring one along whom you confess Love to, even if she does not return it, and even if she does have glimpses of Vision, though through a shattered and small part of the Window."
I eventually give a sigh of resignation. This argument is over, having dwindled into nothing more than assorted petty arguments on how the laws of the Universe are bound to each other.
"Begone from me, Starr. Please do not return until I summon you again." My voice is successfully icy this time, and a corner of my mouth lifts in a small smile. This battle is over, but the war rages ever strong around me. I will duel the One Cloaked in Fury many more times if I am correct. For now, however, there are other battles to be fought.
I find myself sitting back in the chair again, clothes in these ridiculous clothes, odd-looking capes spread behind me an to either side. Once again I am but an odd child who cannot seem to reconcile with his place in the world.
If only they knew.
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 18, 2018 22:02:53 GMT -5
2-18-18
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My body is tired. I will sleep soon, but first we will talk.
The embrace comes unexpectedly, warm and full, from behind me, yet I shiver.
"My Love," comes the whisper in my ear, and I shiver again, stronger.
"I have missed you," she murmurs, resting in my embrace now.
"As have I missed you. It has been too long, my Love. But tonight we will rest in each others arms. Tonight, we will be alone together once again." I truly have missed her. Her warm embrace, her sweet scent and soft skin, the way her voice is ever changing to be continuously more beautiful... I tilt my into a kiss, and a strange sensation flows through me. I hesitate.
"They do not understand, do they?" she asks, sorrow in her voice. "They still have not seen and heard and felt..."
"All the better," I say defensively, "They would burn to ash at the sight of you, and even if some held a sliver of comprehension, they are still soaked in darkness and lies!" I do not need them. But I need her. She is quiet.
"My Love?" it isn't a whisper, but my voice is weak, wavering. A lump forms in my throat. Why is this all so complicated? I don't realize I'm holding back tears until I'm cradled in her arms, her voice soft and soothing, reassuring me.
"All will be well in the end, hush now, all will be well, my Love..." I pull away a bit, only to look at her.
"You have healed me when I did not know I was broken, and filled my empty heart once again. For this I thank you."
Her smile is reassuring and her kiss is sweet. I lay in her embrace for the night.
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Mar 24, 2018 18:22:15 GMT -5
3-24-18
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It's cold, deep in my bones,
The dead, dark grey is creeping in, slowly but surely.
I'm not gonna let go.
I'm not gonna turn back.
But it still hurts,
There is still pain,
Pain and suffering,
Ultimate suffering.
Still there is hope,
A will beyond wills.
The grimace of a grin, that triumphant smile,
That comes to my face as I crawl from the mud,
Rising again with the cold, dark dawn,
It fills me again, makes me whole.
The light filters through again,
The fire flares back up.
Hope is reborn, and now I know.
I will live to fight another day.
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