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Legolas · 02-19-2002, 07:33 PM

Julano

Hanging high above his head, a waxing moon sent downwards it's rays to illuminate the clearing. He looked down upon his injured brother, noticing the bloody marks upon his once fair face. One of the eyes had bee clawed at, and now hung partway out of it's socket. From a gash to his side blood flowed downwards to colour the grass red.
He smirked, recalling the days when he had been the ugliest one. Now his brother was even more a freak than he. Where his brother had wonderful blond hair, a fair face and proud stance, an able tounge and quick mind, he had walked in shadows. Dark hair, a misshapen face and the contrast provided by his older brother had set people against him, or at least caused them to like his brother better. He had walked with his back bent and eyes to the ground for years, and often he thought his pose had grown fixed in place. When people spoke to him, often not in a gentle tone, he struggled for words, but even more so he struggled to get away.
But now his brother, who had made him to the monster he was, was bleeding to death at his feet, and he could not help but feel sorry for him.

The body stirred as his brother started to regain consciousness. One eye, the only eye, opened partway. It took in the face in front of it, then, when he recognised it, opened wide in terror.

Steel glinted in the light of the stars as Julano raised his dagger high. His brother would find a quick death.
He would have a fair body. Mumbling an incantation learned in the dead of night under full moons, he struck.

OOC: If we're all hard at work on the freaky stuff, what's one more necromancer

[ 02-19-2002: Message edited by: Legolas ]

02-19-2002, 07:33 PM	#127
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 41 Posts: 5,459	Julano Hanging high above his head, a waxing moon sent downwards it's rays to illuminate the clearing. He looked down upon his injured brother, noticing the bloody marks upon his once fair face. One of the eyes had bee clawed at, and now hung partway out of it's socket. From a gash to his side blood flowed downwards to colour the grass red. He smirked, recalling the days when he had been the ugliest one. Now his brother was even more a freak than he. Where his brother had wonderful blond hair, a fair face and proud stance, an able tounge and quick mind, he had walked in shadows. Dark hair, a misshapen face and the contrast provided by his older brother had set people against him, or at least caused them to like his brother better. He had walked with his back bent and eyes to the ground for years, and often he thought his pose had grown fixed in place. When people spoke to him, often not in a gentle tone, he struggled for words, but even more so he struggled to get away. But now his brother, who had made him to the monster he was, was bleeding to death at his feet, and he could not help but feel sorry for him. The body stirred as his brother started to regain consciousness. One eye, the only eye, opened partway. It took in the face in front of it, then, when he recognised it, opened wide in terror. Steel glinted in the light of the stars as Julano raised his dagger high. His brother would find a quick death. He would have a fair body. Mumbling an incantation learned in the dead of night under full moons, he struck. OOC: If we're all hard at work on the freaky stuff, what's one more necromancer [ 02-19-2002: Message edited by: Legolas ] __________________ Say NO to the Trouser Tyranny!