Post by Emery on Jan 11, 2018 1:19:25 GMT -5
DEATH WHISPERS SOFTLY
"Call my death, and in turn, I will call yours."
"Call my death, and in turn, I will call yours."
The resident mortician of the moon clan with a dark secret and a murder to hide, Emery possesses the reputation of both a blessing and a curse. The white hair a hallmark for the stares of the old and young, and his rather controversial history shrouded in mysterious deceit. But the young man pays many of them no heed, and is rarely missed. One can often find him wasting away his days in the backroom of his workplace, idling in the pungent smells of medicinal herbs with only the bodies of the deceased his company. Needless to say, he jokes that they can talk back and are quite fond of conversation; all tight-lipped lies hidden behind molten silver eyes and a smile that refuses to let on more than what is known. Fact or fiction, only the dead are tangible, and prefect targets to hone the power of necromancy he was so gracefully gifted by the Goddess.
FRIENDS
'My dear, what could be the problem? Oh... no. No, just lay there and don't move.
Please, still yourself. I'll get rid of that nasty wound for you. It'll only take but a moment, and I promise. You won't feel a thing...'
[WORK IN PROGRESS]
'My dear, what could be the problem? Oh... no. No, just lay there and don't move.
Please, still yourself. I'll get rid of that nasty wound for you. It'll only take but a moment, and I promise. You won't feel a thing...'
[WORK IN PROGRESS]
ENEMIES
'By the Goddess, just kill me now. Honestly, it would be far better then having to
stare at your revolting mug right now...'
[WORK IN PROGRESS]
'By the Goddess, just kill me now. Honestly, it would be far better then having to
stare at your revolting mug right now...'
[WORK IN PROGRESS]
LOVERS
'... just remember one thing. My love is a heavy burden, and will pull you under if you let it consume me.
I... would hate it if it were your body I was to prepare next.'
A lover, someone to cherish and accept him for all his flaws; the good and the bad. Treat him with respect, disregard the dark magic surging through his veins,
and he is yours. An unconditional love, tearing open his chest to heave out his trembling heart and present it - raw and bloody - to the person of his affections.
A slave to the whims and fancies of his partner, ask and you shall receive. But be wary of the darkness puncturing the fragile organ between his ribs.
Therein lies a creature that plays with the dead, and shows no mercy in death.
Disloyalty and deceit are the downfalls, the mark he draws, in a relationship. He'll go as far as to resurrect a deceased lover if it means
they will no longer spew uncouth and painful lies to his ears.
[WORK IN PROGRESS]
'... just remember one thing. My love is a heavy burden, and will pull you under if you let it consume me.
I... would hate it if it were your body I was to prepare next.'
A lover, someone to cherish and accept him for all his flaws; the good and the bad. Treat him with respect, disregard the dark magic surging through his veins,
and he is yours. An unconditional love, tearing open his chest to heave out his trembling heart and present it - raw and bloody - to the person of his affections.
A slave to the whims and fancies of his partner, ask and you shall receive. But be wary of the darkness puncturing the fragile organ between his ribs.
Therein lies a creature that plays with the dead, and shows no mercy in death.
Disloyalty and deceit are the downfalls, the mark he draws, in a relationship. He'll go as far as to resurrect a deceased lover if it means
they will no longer spew uncouth and painful lies to his ears.
[WORK IN PROGRESS]