HiEmpLagunaDakarai: – The young man was to be found high in the trees; a typical place to find him to those that knew him, of which there were still few. The newly appointed emperor, despite having been granted an empire recently, still found comfort in the nearby forests that were now declared as his lands alongside his partner. He was sat, high up, with a long leg dangling over a tree as he merely watched the world go by, loving the tranquil quiet and peace of the moment. He was surrounded by nearby flora and fauna, a common occurence with him. Despite his obviously looming size, the animals tend to knew something that others did not; that he was in fact a peaceful creature and to be around him was to be safe. After a brief few moments of peace, his ears twitched; a slight noise to the west. It had been a while since anything new had entered the forest and it intrigued him. He pinpointed the source of the sound but not the creature of entity that was making the noise, it was out of his eyeline. It was a species like trait for him to be able to hear with such precision; he sometimes even called it an annoyance that he was built him such a way. For the time being he kept himself where he was, neither disguising nor revealing his presence –
CharlotteCarrendar: – Far below, where the Emperor may not have seen a figure does move, her skin that of the colour of snow, unnatural in such a natural setting, her hair, that of the winter white, eyes that shine out from blackened halos, deepest crimson. But how is it so, that a maiden of such unusual appeal, should be in this setting? What brings her here? Her hand does just touch an ancient tree, her claws raking the bark away so it falls, shredding, littering the ground in her wake. A shadow did follow the maiden, one that if you were to look was not that of the bipedal form…but it was of a great beast….the bebilth spider. Her true form. Glamour, that was all it was that kept her in the image that did draw the mortal males into her web of malice. She turned her head slowly, looking to her left, for something was watching…but what?
HiEmpLagunaDakarai: – He narrowed his sea blue orbs. Hue’s that were so alluring that he was named after them. To look upon them was to look into a lagoon, hence the namesake given to him by his now long departed mother. They widened as the other touched a nearby tree and dilated when she rakes her claws through them, tipping the contents onto the freshly fallen snow below. Such a thing he would not normally be able to focus in on so distinctly, but this forest was indeed a part of him; he had spent most of his life in or around it and could feel it as others could not. The networks of the trees, the roots….he knew. He stood statuesque; it had bene an age since something of this nature had entered this area. He knew it was not to be trifled with. He sensed pain, a darkness that he had not encountered for some time. It was now that he did slightly disguise his presence, albeit by merely pinning himself closer to the tree branch he was nearest, once again anticipating a reaction. He was a creature of great patience; his species were infamous for it, for delaying an action until the last possible moment –
CharlotteCarrendar:- Lowering her arm slowly, her clawed hand meets with her thigh, her waist twisting as she glances around, narrowing her gaze with her boots sinking into the snow. Parted lips release her warm breath, her breasts rising and falling sharply. The mere crack of a twig, the sound of a hoot from an owl, the forest very much alive in this part, and Charlotte was the one that did not belong. (Charlotte)”Come out…show yourself. I will not bite.”- her voice had a velvety richness to it, as the words rolled off her tongue. She tilted her head, ever so gently as she straightened her body. (Charlotte)”I am just a woman, far from home.” She takes three steps, but looks left and right, the Emperor high above, not in her line of sight.
HiEmpLagunaDakarai: – He stood, perfectly still and emotionless at this time. His brain was that of high intelligence, far surpassing most species; it was a complex network of neurons, electricity, which all in all meant that he could process information far quicker than anything mortal at least. And it was busy processing all the availible options to him: To make himself known, to hide further, to attack, to retreat, to laugh, to toy with her, to be honest, to lie, millions of complex equations that filtered through his mind within a few seconds. He made up his mind; he did not believe her. He did not know why , but he trusted the way he felt. It was unusual for him to behave this way but he was not sure of something. He would make himself known, but it was not be casual. Without warning he let himself fall backwards off the tree branch, falling headfirst towarcds the ground below. He did not wave his arms about nor show any expression on his face as he fell the some 70 feet towards the ground, leaving it achingly long before he took action. Just as he neared the impending forest floor, he kicked out at the side of the tree bark, using the brief leverage to flip himself the right way, somersaulting 360 degress into the air before cushioning himself for the landing by slightly bending his knees. And so he landed on the floor. He could have done this without making nary a noise, but his arrival was intended, purposeful and to provoke an reaction or at least an acknowledgment-
CharlotteCarrendar: – A breath stolen, for she drew it in and held it tight to her chest. The shadow that passed from the tops of the trees to very near the ground, the crunch as the boots would hit the side of the tree and the air swirling around his form. Oh this was big…that was for certain. Her eyes darted to follow, and sure enough the powereded cloud of white would reveal a male form that by all expectations would leave many a woman in lust. She finally released her breath and like a cougar her head moved from left to right, as though checking out this…..prey. Or was she the prey and he the hunter? Her instinct at first would be to attack, but no, he had not warranted such a response. Intrigue, curiousity. She sniffed the air for his scent, as a slow smile appeared upon snow kissed lips. She then went into a crouch as though to mimic his landing, her hands burying into the snow, and like a spider almost, she began to set her trap. (Charlotte)”Are you a son of Adam? For I have not seen one of his offspring with such….skill.”
(to be continued)
There was an overwhelming sense of grace and assuredness to his tone. He did not believe what he was saying was correct- it was very matter-of-fact to him as if he was just stating bullet points. He listened to her once more, replying “A Demi-god you say? Well you surely flatter me to label me with such a term. Demi-god. A mythological being who is partly divine and partly human; an inferior deity” He now chose his time to smile, not a smirk or even one that would provoke a reaction; merely a slightly amused expression. A knowing expression. “I will speak plain. The chances of one such as yourself knowing who or what I am are minute. But If it eases you to think of me in such a way, then who am I to argue?” –
As he finished speaking he observed her reaching down to gather the freshly fallen snow between her hands and mould it into a tight ball before launching it towards him at pace. As she did so his eyes dilated and fixed themselves onto the target that was rushing towards his targeted chest. Quicker than eye could register he brought up one of his gloved armoured hands and caught the ball clean in it, nary splitting a snowflake. How he did such a thing would be difficult to comprehend without the benefit of slowing down the action. It was simple enough however, he brought his hand to the same level of the ball and reached out towards it and as he did so, matched the speed that it was travelling to the speed of his own arm and hand reaching towards it. Having matched it perfectly it was merely a case of opening the said hand and capturing it as easy as if he picked up the snowball himself. He was a master of kinetic energy; having just a few days ago having performed the same trick on arrows that had been aimed and released against him. He held the snowball in his hand for now, watching her take to the nearest tree, taunting him, before replying as he peered upwards. “Though I am sure that this activity would be filled with joy and vigour, I must respectfully decline. I have more relevant things to do than apprehending arachnids”, to which he swivelled himself to face away from her, throwing the snowball backwards with un-nerving precision; it’s projected path upon the other’s chest ironically-