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Realistic or Modern A Mythical Creature Roleplay

Damien pulled his sword out and slashed a deep scar Into his flesh, his true flesh, as his shadows covered the wound, unable to heal it.
 
Mai jumped a but as she heard the cold 'thunk' of Sky's body collapse to the floor. With a swift movement she gritted her teeth, launching her body on the dark Angel's wielding arm. The impact knocked the weapon from his grip as she clung onto his limb "Get off of her...she's not a rug..." The girl demanded
 
The shadows reacted and covered his wound and healed it by siphoning the shadows. "Why do you not let me return to my slumber, that is all I have left."
 
For one thing, she's my daughter, another thing, a conclave of magicians aren't nearly as powerful as my pinky toe, If you want to go to sleep, you could just ask me to Sleep-Freeze you, a stronger spell than those shoddy magicians.


He says.
 
But nothing, If ye kill my daughter, I will go to the King of the Angels and personally drag you Into a prison of Light, and torture you there for all of eternity, making sure you never slumber again, and ye know, even though yer an Angel, ye can die, however, I won't let ye.


Damien says, his eyes turning black and white, In flashes, from glowing, to devouring. His wings flapped In a rush, as If they themselves were trying to fly away from this man. Whose power seemed to be on par with the Kings*


(Kings, like, rulers of creatures, King of Angels, King of Demons, King of Beasts, and so on an so forth. Though the Angel of Death would be a mighty foe to face... )
 
"Then it is settled." He said as he let go of his weapon. "Go away and leave me in peace, leave me in the ashes of my old home." He said as he whirled around and walked away.
 
Damien picked Skylar up and began to walk away, only to stop before looking back.


Why did your King banish you?
 
Was that because you no longer had someone worthy enough to fight? Or because the feeling that all Angels get once they've run out of Light has reached your pits?


He asks quietly.
 
You could have just asked your King, or the other Kings, they would have helped you.


He said, thinking of the past, where the Kings were once a helpful kind..
 
Yer either a killer or an Angel, which Is It, If yer an Angel, ye have a King, If yer a killer then you follow no rule. That Is how It Is. Even the Angels of Death fear the King of the Angels, for he Is there King, even he threw them away, he would still be their King.


He says once again.
 
Alex: *Runs through the forest, using his senses to try and find the base**Stretches out hand and mouths something**One huge line of trees in front of him gets cut down**He continues to search for the Myth base* (PS, Alex is part Leviathan, and a powerful Runist)
 
(. . . The wrong RP eh... How.. Nevermind.. Also, take down yer post, or at least make It say (DELETED) Please. )
 
"My kind used to bow to no one but death...my own powers will go out of control while I'm awake." He said as he sat down. "It is either slumber, death or living."
 
"Do you think I have not tried that?!" He shouted. "At this rate I'll have to do something I regret, no it's not killing." He added.
 

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