Post by Gabriel Seran on Jun 3, 2010 22:36:00 GMT -5
Rain fell over San Diego as an icy chill followed, evidently the remnants of Trinity still left disparaging in their wake flaunting in all directions till they came upon the dockyards their master had conquered. The edge of the pier charred with the memory of flames and pyre that'd shown there before. The dazed figures grouping around in a circle unbeknownst that the Eye of Ra had lead them their. Fixated in their masterful delusions the last thing their master commanded was to stick to what you know, famous last words drawing upon their base of operations. Yes the docks it was where they'd been birthed into and would launch from but without the leader they staggered there. Flimsy bodies gone for a day without rest or food they were stuck there lingering without conversation only glances shot across towards one another.
The lonely creaks of a single man walking through the planks between each and everyone of them, an unfixated glare about him. Resolute Emerald hues and pristine worn cloths Gabriel Seran stood closest a resemblance to Master. Even so their voices bellowed with exhaustion the words.
"Master..."
Between each hallowed breath he'd find himself stopping his pace to hear them bellow lightly. Stagging each foot as though a show Gabriel Seran made it to the head of Dock #9 the hoard behind him swaying between right and left their hands clamoring at the doors.
"Maaaasssterrr...."
The coos still low against the crashing waves just outside the pier as Gabriel found what he'd been edging towards. A wicked grin on his face as the man turned about planting his back into a throne. At the top of it his hands rested that wicked smile shimmering a welcome to his hoard.
"Hello...my scourge." The dark laughter filling in the room as he found them bowing to his will.
My Cousin had been busy collecting his troops. The flash of papers in his hands dashed to a dark specter standing at the throne's side. Titled, 'bloodline squelched.' Uriel had died not knowing his creation to lead to his throne would turn abated to aid his cousin's pride.
"Well then.."
The lonely creaks of a single man walking through the planks between each and everyone of them, an unfixated glare about him. Resolute Emerald hues and pristine worn cloths Gabriel Seran stood closest a resemblance to Master. Even so their voices bellowed with exhaustion the words.
"Master..."
Between each hallowed breath he'd find himself stopping his pace to hear them bellow lightly. Stagging each foot as though a show Gabriel Seran made it to the head of Dock #9 the hoard behind him swaying between right and left their hands clamoring at the doors.
"Maaaasssterrr...."
The coos still low against the crashing waves just outside the pier as Gabriel found what he'd been edging towards. A wicked grin on his face as the man turned about planting his back into a throne. At the top of it his hands rested that wicked smile shimmering a welcome to his hoard.
"Hello...my scourge." The dark laughter filling in the room as he found them bowing to his will.
My Cousin had been busy collecting his troops. The flash of papers in his hands dashed to a dark specter standing at the throne's side. Titled, 'bloodline squelched.' Uriel had died not knowing his creation to lead to his throne would turn abated to aid his cousin's pride.
"Well then.."
