Post by Syrus on Jan 30, 2006 23:17:24 GMT -5
We have entered transcendent sleep...
...And now we are once more awake. We are new, rebuilt, our fire is burning for the first time since...since the time of death took our friends...our souls...
Let us awake, let us dance again through the harsh lands...
The sun is setting on this world, some say. Perhaps...forever.
The little town of Drakborough was naught but a place to get a drink and socialize, at least for most people. For Syrus Korodin, it was an invitation to succumb to a threatening wave of nostalgia. This little town reminded him of good old Hogsmeade, a town of butterbeer, excitement, and a thousand ways to die. He remembered his old friends and how they had once enjoyed walking through the streets of the town, joking as they went.
But that was a long time ago indeed, when he was younger and more inclined to frolicking. Since those days when he had been a student at Hogwarts, he had come back to Hogsmeade many times to do some more unsavory things. Not the least of which involved the Society of Shadows and its many benefactors.
But now was not the time for reminiscing. He could smell death in the air and could see it in the purple lightning.
Syrus stepped into the small town and began walking down the main street. The weather had kept most of the inhabitants in their homes, but for a few adults who came out to watch the lightning. They looked at Syrus quizzically and he looked back, purple eyes flashing, as if daring them to question him. They did not question him, but he killed them anyway. Then he burned the Sigil of Lord Voldemort, that demon who was already transcending into a state of faery tale myth, into their foreheads. He chuckled when he thought of what the villagers would think!
The bloodlust was upon him, and few men were ever able to outfight Syrus Korodin when he was enraged.
He walked for another ten minutes, brooding in silence with his gloved hands swinging at his sides. He heard a few shrieks behind him, presumably the bodies had been found, and it made him much happier to know that his villainous deed was done for the day. Still he walked, trapped in the deep well of memory. Before he knew it he had arrived at the cottage that Scorpius had pointed out to him. He knocked tentatively on the door.
"Sodalitas de Umbras," he said with a raspy chuckle, "I have come."
The door creaked open on its own accord, and Syrus disappeared within.thread
...And now we are once more awake. We are new, rebuilt, our fire is burning for the first time since...since the time of death took our friends...our souls...
Let us awake, let us dance again through the harsh lands...
The sun is setting on this world, some say. Perhaps...forever.
The little town of Drakborough was naught but a place to get a drink and socialize, at least for most people. For Syrus Korodin, it was an invitation to succumb to a threatening wave of nostalgia. This little town reminded him of good old Hogsmeade, a town of butterbeer, excitement, and a thousand ways to die. He remembered his old friends and how they had once enjoyed walking through the streets of the town, joking as they went.
But that was a long time ago indeed, when he was younger and more inclined to frolicking. Since those days when he had been a student at Hogwarts, he had come back to Hogsmeade many times to do some more unsavory things. Not the least of which involved the Society of Shadows and its many benefactors.
But now was not the time for reminiscing. He could smell death in the air and could see it in the purple lightning.
Syrus stepped into the small town and began walking down the main street. The weather had kept most of the inhabitants in their homes, but for a few adults who came out to watch the lightning. They looked at Syrus quizzically and he looked back, purple eyes flashing, as if daring them to question him. They did not question him, but he killed them anyway. Then he burned the Sigil of Lord Voldemort, that demon who was already transcending into a state of faery tale myth, into their foreheads. He chuckled when he thought of what the villagers would think!
The bloodlust was upon him, and few men were ever able to outfight Syrus Korodin when he was enraged.
He walked for another ten minutes, brooding in silence with his gloved hands swinging at his sides. He heard a few shrieks behind him, presumably the bodies had been found, and it made him much happier to know that his villainous deed was done for the day. Still he walked, trapped in the deep well of memory. Before he knew it he had arrived at the cottage that Scorpius had pointed out to him. He knocked tentatively on the door.
"Sodalitas de Umbras," he said with a raspy chuckle, "I have come."
The door creaked open on its own accord, and Syrus disappeared within.thread