Automagfreek
22-12-2004, 08:01
OOC: Not sure exactly how I want to do this, as I wrote this to get a break from all the war RP's at the moment. For now, I'll just keep this for myself, as I might be closing of this RP. Depends on if the person I want to RP this with is interested, if not I'll open it up. Feel free to [TAG] this thread if you like.
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The air was warmer than usual that November night, and the spray of the lake that lay at the foot of a small grassy hill did not seem to change the temperature. From a lonely and quiet road a pair of headlights cut through the darkness, and a red sports car rounded the corner. As the car moved slowly down the drive, the two people inside starred in awe at the sight that lay before them. Several dozen yards away stood a mighty lighthouse, and a small section of beach on the grounds. Even at night the view they had from just the parking lot was breath taking.
The doors opened, and out stepped a man in his very early twenties, and a beautiful girl who just recently turned eighteen. As he stepped out of the car, he was unsure just what the girl was thinking at that moment, but he himself was too engrossed in the awesome sight of the lightouse’s warming beams crossing over the darkened waters. They walked around briefly looking at the grounds and the tower that had stood for many long years, and it seemed that at that moment fate had brought these two together on this night. The man was none other than Azrael the Advocate, son of the great Damien Dreadfire and heir to the Empire of Automagfreek. For the first time in his life he had felt truely nervous, which was odd because not even the blood soaked beaches of Pantera shook his nerve. The girl was a true beauty in every sense of the word, and Azrael had felt that destiny had truly brought them together. She was a curvey lass, standing at a mere 5' 1". Her shoulder length blonde hair swung about her shoulders and her captivating blue eyes made the hair on the back of Azrael's neck stand on end every time she glanced at him. Her white smile did also bring chills to his spine and oddly enough a warm sense of security accompanied with the feeling that he was at home with her.
The two looked at each other, abit of mystery and intensity in their eyes, and then the pair ran down towards the beach. With a gleam of joy and uncertainty illuminating from their faces, they walked up and down the beach throwing stones in the water and kicking the powdery sand about. The girl smirked ever so slightly and threw a small handful of sand at his pants, and he stood there momentarily looking down. He looked up, a devilish grin across his face, and the girl chuckled aloud and took off running. Azrael was too quick however, and he hoisted her up by the midsection and swung her about from side to side, a laugh escaping him. He knew in his mind that tonight was the night he had always dreamed of, and with a silent smirk he intentionally fell to the ground. She landed ontop of him and the two shared a warm smile, his head pressed firmly on the surprisingly warm sand.
She sat ontop of his midsection and forced his hands down onto the ground. He struggled abit, trying not to use all his strength to flip her off because in his mind he did not want her to move. The events were unfolding quickly, and after a few tumbles back and forth and a slight struggle for dominance, Azrael had managed to overpower her. She squirmed underneath him with a wry look on her face, but behind the act she too knew that in this moment everything felt right and in her heart this is what she wanted. That is until a few grains of sand fell into the man’s eye, and he yelped in discomfort slightly. She quickly got off of him and walked away a few feet, watching him silently as he removed the sand from his eye .
After clearing away the sand, Azrael stood up not knowing what to do next. He had been absolutely awestruck by the beauty that stood before him. Never in his life had he felt this free or euphoric, and his heart fluttered and his feet felt light beneath him. The two did not make eye contact for several minutes, but they merely sat in the sand several feet from each other and took turns playfully tossing stones at eachother’s shoes. Neither one of them knew what to do next, for in their minds they were almost afraid. He knew he was.
Azrael climbed to his feet and walked down to the light surf that the warm breeze blew in from the main body of the lake. He threw some more stones into the water, secretly wishing in his mind that she would come and stand with him. He suddenly felt a figure behind him, and as he turned around he was abit stunned to see her with almost a sad expression on her face. He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow inquisitively, wondering just what she was thinking. She held her arms outstretched ever so slightly, and playfully he placed a rock in her hand. She cast it down hastily and held her arms out again with a commanding look on her face. Azrael stood up and embraced her with great passion, and it was in this moment that a rush of ecstasy and euphoria washed over him. His eyes watered ever so slightly as he looked up towards the star lit sky and nodded his head in content.
The two held each other for what seemed an eternity, but neither of them cared, because for the time they held each other lovingly it seemed as if everything in the universe was as it should be. For that moment, there were no problems, concerns, worries, nothing. Everything was....perfect. No distant conflict, no internal power stuggle, nothing. The Gods had truely blessed him on this night.
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The air was warmer than usual that November night, and the spray of the lake that lay at the foot of a small grassy hill did not seem to change the temperature. From a lonely and quiet road a pair of headlights cut through the darkness, and a red sports car rounded the corner. As the car moved slowly down the drive, the two people inside starred in awe at the sight that lay before them. Several dozen yards away stood a mighty lighthouse, and a small section of beach on the grounds. Even at night the view they had from just the parking lot was breath taking.
The doors opened, and out stepped a man in his very early twenties, and a beautiful girl who just recently turned eighteen. As he stepped out of the car, he was unsure just what the girl was thinking at that moment, but he himself was too engrossed in the awesome sight of the lightouse’s warming beams crossing over the darkened waters. They walked around briefly looking at the grounds and the tower that had stood for many long years, and it seemed that at that moment fate had brought these two together on this night. The man was none other than Azrael the Advocate, son of the great Damien Dreadfire and heir to the Empire of Automagfreek. For the first time in his life he had felt truely nervous, which was odd because not even the blood soaked beaches of Pantera shook his nerve. The girl was a true beauty in every sense of the word, and Azrael had felt that destiny had truly brought them together. She was a curvey lass, standing at a mere 5' 1". Her shoulder length blonde hair swung about her shoulders and her captivating blue eyes made the hair on the back of Azrael's neck stand on end every time she glanced at him. Her white smile did also bring chills to his spine and oddly enough a warm sense of security accompanied with the feeling that he was at home with her.
The two looked at each other, abit of mystery and intensity in their eyes, and then the pair ran down towards the beach. With a gleam of joy and uncertainty illuminating from their faces, they walked up and down the beach throwing stones in the water and kicking the powdery sand about. The girl smirked ever so slightly and threw a small handful of sand at his pants, and he stood there momentarily looking down. He looked up, a devilish grin across his face, and the girl chuckled aloud and took off running. Azrael was too quick however, and he hoisted her up by the midsection and swung her about from side to side, a laugh escaping him. He knew in his mind that tonight was the night he had always dreamed of, and with a silent smirk he intentionally fell to the ground. She landed ontop of him and the two shared a warm smile, his head pressed firmly on the surprisingly warm sand.
She sat ontop of his midsection and forced his hands down onto the ground. He struggled abit, trying not to use all his strength to flip her off because in his mind he did not want her to move. The events were unfolding quickly, and after a few tumbles back and forth and a slight struggle for dominance, Azrael had managed to overpower her. She squirmed underneath him with a wry look on her face, but behind the act she too knew that in this moment everything felt right and in her heart this is what she wanted. That is until a few grains of sand fell into the man’s eye, and he yelped in discomfort slightly. She quickly got off of him and walked away a few feet, watching him silently as he removed the sand from his eye .
After clearing away the sand, Azrael stood up not knowing what to do next. He had been absolutely awestruck by the beauty that stood before him. Never in his life had he felt this free or euphoric, and his heart fluttered and his feet felt light beneath him. The two did not make eye contact for several minutes, but they merely sat in the sand several feet from each other and took turns playfully tossing stones at eachother’s shoes. Neither one of them knew what to do next, for in their minds they were almost afraid. He knew he was.
Azrael climbed to his feet and walked down to the light surf that the warm breeze blew in from the main body of the lake. He threw some more stones into the water, secretly wishing in his mind that she would come and stand with him. He suddenly felt a figure behind him, and as he turned around he was abit stunned to see her with almost a sad expression on her face. He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow inquisitively, wondering just what she was thinking. She held her arms outstretched ever so slightly, and playfully he placed a rock in her hand. She cast it down hastily and held her arms out again with a commanding look on her face. Azrael stood up and embraced her with great passion, and it was in this moment that a rush of ecstasy and euphoria washed over him. His eyes watered ever so slightly as he looked up towards the star lit sky and nodded his head in content.
The two held each other for what seemed an eternity, but neither of them cared, because for the time they held each other lovingly it seemed as if everything in the universe was as it should be. For that moment, there were no problems, concerns, worries, nothing. Everything was....perfect. No distant conflict, no internal power stuggle, nothing. The Gods had truely blessed him on this night.