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aworldforusall2017-01-10 04:14 am
sealedwithlies) wrote in aworldforusall2017-01-10 04:14 am
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The Black Fog
WHO: Dysmas and everyone involved with the 'Nightmare Fog'
WHERE: The City of Birchpointe
WHEN: Twilight
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Brackets
WARNINGS: Worst Nightmares, Violence, and Trauma
[Nightmares.
Shadows.
Darkness.
This is what every single individual alive had in this world. It is what starts hate, violence, wars. Some believe that is the key to conquer. To become victorious you must bring out the worse for those who think they are above it. That is of course what the fairy of Tamatobriga, a Celtic region of the world which known within their forest lies the dark fairies, and their leader, King Dysmas believed to be so true.
As the light from the city faded more and more, the clouds capturing the sunlight. And so did the shadows travel down from the streets to the top of skyscrapers. Then from the shadows emerged King Dysmas who only lifted a foot onto the pavement of a roof on the tallest building in town. His intricate coat and long translucent wings that only magically seemed to glitter although light was bare. One could only fear the power he held.
Dysmas lifted his hand toward the ground as the shadows grew bigger and darker as they seem to now start to fully submerge the city. Thick clouds transpire from the depths as it quickly took over through the city streets. Individuals walking through the fog felt a deep sense of dread strike them, the dark magic creeping to engulf their mind and take over their sense of rational thought as it would bring out their worst fears and horrific illusions of nightmares. Deadly screams of terror could be heard as those effected by the fog would collapse or run in terror from their visions. Some causing anger as they acted out in violence.
Giving a wicked smile, Dysmas watched the city go into chaotic terror under his illusion. Knowing how worse it will be for the humans and demons who lived here now. To live in fright after all can bring out the wicked. And the damage this will bring for weeks to come is only the more delicious for when they turn into the Caligino.]
Fair is foul, and foul is fair… Hover through the fog and filthy air…
WHERE: The City of Birchpointe
WHEN: Twilight
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Brackets
WARNINGS: Worst Nightmares, Violence, and Trauma
[Nightmares.
Shadows.
Darkness.
This is what every single individual alive had in this world. It is what starts hate, violence, wars. Some believe that is the key to conquer. To become victorious you must bring out the worse for those who think they are above it. That is of course what the fairy of Tamatobriga, a Celtic region of the world which known within their forest lies the dark fairies, and their leader, King Dysmas believed to be so true.
As the light from the city faded more and more, the clouds capturing the sunlight. And so did the shadows travel down from the streets to the top of skyscrapers. Then from the shadows emerged King Dysmas who only lifted a foot onto the pavement of a roof on the tallest building in town. His intricate coat and long translucent wings that only magically seemed to glitter although light was bare. One could only fear the power he held.
Dysmas lifted his hand toward the ground as the shadows grew bigger and darker as they seem to now start to fully submerge the city. Thick clouds transpire from the depths as it quickly took over through the city streets. Individuals walking through the fog felt a deep sense of dread strike them, the dark magic creeping to engulf their mind and take over their sense of rational thought as it would bring out their worst fears and horrific illusions of nightmares. Deadly screams of terror could be heard as those effected by the fog would collapse or run in terror from their visions. Some causing anger as they acted out in violence.
Giving a wicked smile, Dysmas watched the city go into chaotic terror under his illusion. Knowing how worse it will be for the humans and demons who lived here now. To live in fright after all can bring out the wicked. And the damage this will bring for weeks to come is only the more delicious for when they turn into the Caligino.]
Fair is foul, and foul is fair… Hover through the fog and filthy air…
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Oh Arthur was scared, but he knew. That this was no time to run away. If he wanted to help others, if he wanted to become a Nephilim, he has to fight. Arthur took a breath as began to glow a white light as he sang the spell, as he tried to fight away the nightmares for everyone. Picking up anyone who collapsed as he held them and tried to heal them, He kneeled down among the streets as he created a light mist but it was far too small for the thick fog. His vision blurred as the fog seemed to seep into him. Trying to make him see wicked nightmares. Visions of his family's death, Jacob's laughter, blood and terror striked his mind as the white magic disappeared quickly under his gaze. He trembled as tried to fight it. Trying to sing louder and keep the white magic alive as tears began to run down his face as he cradled these poor souls, while he himself was fighting his own nightmares.]