Azaha
19-08-2005, 02:23
((My 'hero', and character for character RP based threads and other businesses. Feel free to comment or anything, would help keep it bumped to.))
Solitude. Darkness. Malevolent. Curious. Commanding. Yearning…
Six simple things, six simple emotions, simple emotions that define one creature, one being, one ultimate power within the might Swarm. These things were the basis of him, the basis of all the Swarm, some of the bases of life itself, whether others want it to be or not. These are the general simple emotions that help fuel the universe within our plain of existence.
Blue beautiful eyes slowly opened, the black organic matter encrusted goop slipping off his eyelids. The sheen of the organic matter glistened off his black hair and face, short black hair further encrusted with the once ooze like substance. A boy like face faced the opposite side of the chamber, the pitch black, yet pulsing, breathing chamber. Gentle humming, soothing humming, comforting humming met his small ears. Slowly, he started to stand, revealing more to him than would first glance. Great black chitin legs flexed and quivered as they heaved the human like torso up to a standing of seven feet. Several pops and cracks echoed dully into the room, before being swallowed by the still gentle humming of the living room. Jagged sharp claws clenched into the ground under the thick, yet agile feet of him, tearing the soft flesh floor of the room. One right arm, human arm, outstretched in a lazy, yet defined reach, chitin augmented bone structures forcing themselves back into place. One left arm, alien arm, monstrous claws arm outstretched as well, much louder sickening cracks and pops resounding off the moist walls. The left arm outstretched the right by as much as a foot, and was almost twice as thick, xeno muscles bulging from the black arm.
The chamber shook, the muscles circulating thick blood contracted and writhed, quaking the room violently, before suddenly relaxing again, and gently humming.
Good morning to you to… Were the simple thoughts of him. The raw untamed psi power resonating the thoughts into the room, casting them into the oblivion of the pitch black of the room.
A new day for King Nerasfatu, the heir to the throne of the Swarm.
Solitude. Darkness. Malevolent. Curious. Commanding. Yearning…
Six simple things, six simple emotions, simple emotions that define one creature, one being, one ultimate power within the might Swarm. These things were the basis of him, the basis of all the Swarm, some of the bases of life itself, whether others want it to be or not. These are the general simple emotions that help fuel the universe within our plain of existence.
Blue beautiful eyes slowly opened, the black organic matter encrusted goop slipping off his eyelids. The sheen of the organic matter glistened off his black hair and face, short black hair further encrusted with the once ooze like substance. A boy like face faced the opposite side of the chamber, the pitch black, yet pulsing, breathing chamber. Gentle humming, soothing humming, comforting humming met his small ears. Slowly, he started to stand, revealing more to him than would first glance. Great black chitin legs flexed and quivered as they heaved the human like torso up to a standing of seven feet. Several pops and cracks echoed dully into the room, before being swallowed by the still gentle humming of the living room. Jagged sharp claws clenched into the ground under the thick, yet agile feet of him, tearing the soft flesh floor of the room. One right arm, human arm, outstretched in a lazy, yet defined reach, chitin augmented bone structures forcing themselves back into place. One left arm, alien arm, monstrous claws arm outstretched as well, much louder sickening cracks and pops resounding off the moist walls. The left arm outstretched the right by as much as a foot, and was almost twice as thick, xeno muscles bulging from the black arm.
The chamber shook, the muscles circulating thick blood contracted and writhed, quaking the room violently, before suddenly relaxing again, and gently humming.
Good morning to you to… Were the simple thoughts of him. The raw untamed psi power resonating the thoughts into the room, casting them into the oblivion of the pitch black of the room.
A new day for King Nerasfatu, the heir to the throne of the Swarm.