~Moments like these~ (Open)

[~Sweet~]

It comes to believe every second our life; we struggle to live no matter what we have constructed through this dark depths. Mystical reasons that peer into thou soul, the most ancient powerful creature churns at our feet waiting for the next violent event. The ominous being who control this world will never overlook a original human for the unsettling aura that enshrouded them, each with an amplified silvering that resembles a blessing.


Distant and a terrible reason to live in this vying world that only the trespassers have claimed as their own unable to sense the unpredictable cohesive form of danger. In the distance the ocean's waves churning with such compassion against the teethe rock ledge. Those eyes glistened as if it was a sunset on the blaze.. Little concern about the people who perish into their own greed and desire of there, yet who going to mourn for their death? The eruption of the emotions was all one could gesture. That is all we humans can really do, is it not the truth?


“Yet our true nature we cover up the expression for more and more? What will be come of me once this would has to my silver framing? Will civilization remain the same or will mountainous waves of momentarily insanity?” Those golden shivering bracelets crumbled in the crushing waves of the never ending ocean as they were devoured by the strength of the fiery red haired maiden. At her prime age she will never has to grow old that this knowledge of the human races finally coming to the final generations that we know it. Might it has be desperation that came to her mind immediately repeated several times, suspected that they ethereally would never let her rest until she oversees the expression of her very soul ripping from her dense body. That exquisite form was just gestured someone to come to her, yet that is not what she truly wants.


Eventually this perfection of artwork will bloom to her rightful place, as the sun danced along the horizon; the last of the resistance immediately crumbles with little concern with the depth of her twisted and scourge soul. For reality desires no semblance to what is fact or opinion. Monstrous purple aura erupted from with the maiden's body. Her passionate pink hair, was now a rich framing her young features and the silken gown that drapes off of her body so elegantly as golden as her piercing eyes. For the aura has transformed that master piece into lustrous exquisite, every feature fit her as a queen but yet a simple priestess.


The Alternative of maiden was a simple one, one who believes in the structure of settles, who helps the sicken, and bless the people in need. A kind heart on who would do anything for anyone without a cost unlike other. Suddenly the ethereal wish to be only normal could only over-ride this desire to disappear form time. Suspected that her astonishment didn't mean a word that she would possibly go if it wasn't for the one true wish. This female only wanted to find that one person that she could spill everything out to, someone who wield enough strength to pick her up into a little craven in a forbidden palace perched atop of the very edge of monstrous cliff, and love her to the point they wish it lasts forever.


Attention was all on this beautiful maiden who magically transforms back into the person that she was once. That juggernaut who takes great pride into the work she does, who explodes like an ash volcano which brings death to the people that live below on the island. Concept of words was not her best but she would do her best to stay calm. Those fragile peach hands rise to meld with herd dancing brown hair and bring it behind her ear. Enchanting moments and people wish to care for her, they allows stir too much with boiling hot water. Never caution about being burned. Her blue crystals explained her suffering but only a small bit. Demonic wishes that only could come true only when asked for.


“A sea that is restless."

[Vereor Obscurum]

Was fate really this cruel? Even if it wasn't fate, it must have been Destiny. Some great deity must have done this. There was no other possibility. Chance? I highly doubt it. This was too great to have been chance. The pure irony and relevance of the situation at hand was.. delicious. Nearly as delicious as the bones Vereor was currently chewing on. To most, it would look like he was eating chips. Vereor wasn't stupid. This morning, after feeding and smashing the bones, he placed the crushed remains in an empty chip bag, and could now leisurely stroll around, and suck and chew on the bones of a diseased child without getting in trouble, or caught. The setting sun signaled for Vereor to smile. Following those Orders, he grinned a fearsome grin. It was especially fearsome today. He was sharpening his fangs on the bones of the innocent, after all.

Stepping off the boardwalk and onto the beach, the clicking of his sneakers disappeared, only to be replaced by the swishing sound his foot made in the sand. Strolling down to the shore, he walked along the edge, where the ocean met the sand. His shoes now slick with sand and salt-water, his grin got even brighter. The people around him were loud and annoying, but one... one immediately grasped his attention. She was... beautiful, to say the least, though that meant little to him. What immediately grasped his attention was her... sense of right. She obviously thought of herself as a good person, merely by the way she was standing. She had an air of.. narcissism that most would never pick up.

She was standing on a cliff, her hair blowing in the wind, when she changed. A simple burst of reiatsu and aura filled the soft, orange sky before reverting to normal. Most wouldn't catch that act. Most weren't Vereor. Oh, how he wanted her now. Making no hurry, he could track her for eternity if need be. Still munching on the bones, he whistled a simple tune. To some, it would seem jolly. To those that knew, they would throw up. He was whistling the tune "ring around the rosy". This tune, at first glance, was used by children when singing and playing.

It was actually a referral to the holocaust. Ah the holocaust... If only he had been there. Vereor felt he would have been an excellent edition to Hitler's troops. Then again, Vereor wasn't racist. He hated Everybody. The wind blew through his black hair, and for a brief moment, his eyes flashed red. Finally, he reached the cliff base. Stuffing the chip bag into his pockets, he held his hands straight up.

Then, the tentacles burst from the palms and wrapped themselves around a large rock. Reeling himself in, he flipped over the ledge and landed gracefully behind the girl. "Hello, Darling..." His dry cackle of a voice pierced the air.