Morric

A World Of A Million Horrors

The thorny forest of obsidian spikes subsided, melting into the ground and dissipating, leaving Azazel and maria amongst the debris and blood. The corpses of the two beasts fell to the ground in eviscerated heaps as the spike that impaled them receded into the shadows. As Maria began to gather up the violently sliced up wood, Azazel crouched down, fixing his gaze on the bloody remains of the beast. "This is...somehow familiar...this feeling." Stern eyes looked over the beast as an ominous urge drove Azazel to pull off his glove and lay a hand against it's rough, bristly hide. As his skin touched it's still warm flesh, a spark of energy zapped from the creatures corpse and absorbed into his fingertips, coursing up his arm and into his body. He gritted his teeth as a mysterious pain riddled his chest but swiftly had his attention snagged as Maria beckoned for him to enter a makeshift shelter she fashioned from some for of wizardry. He stared at her silently for a moment, the pain in his chest subsiding, before standing up and stepped into the shelter. "I suppose sticking together is a rather wise idea." Spoke Azazel, rubbing his chest absently as the strange familiar feeling calmed within him. "But we shouldn't stay here long. The scent of blood is likely to attract more...inconveniences." He sat down on a toppled tree trunk, holding his hand up to the warmth of the fire. "Assuming these...things are edible, we should leave after we finish eating and try to find civilization. Lest we wind up prey to another unearthly monster."

Darkness Awaits - Another Magic RP

Azazel's cold expression softened as the young woman spoke, behavior not befitting that of a threat. She seemed to have a rather innocent look in her eyes. "You shouldn't sneak around behind people. You could get in trouble." He watched as she wandered toward the door, addressing it with her curiosity. "A stranger...a dark secluded attic in a clock tower...no friends around..and now you want to see whats behind door number one?" Azazel chuckled. "I'm willing to bet you're rather excitable...aren't you madam?" With a wave of his gloved hand, the door gave a loud clack and creaked open. Within was a dark and dusty room filled with shelves of books, old chairs, and web covered tables. "You must either be very luck...or you have a secret." Azazel smiled. "I'm willing to bet you'll tell me your secret if I offer to tell you mine." He motioned toward the room, his form dissipating into a pool of shadows which crawled across the ground and darted into the dark room.

Curse of the Beasts

I notice two beast spots are open. Am I too late to claim a spot?

A World Of A Million Horrors

so what powers/features is my character able to gain from these wolf...ape...things? Hopefully not their breath. XD

Darkness Awaits - Another Magic RP

Through the thicket of spinning cogs and chains pulling counterweights was a small room looking at the inside of the massive clock. The shadow of the large ticking hands crept across the stained class, rolling over the numbers on the clocks face. Azazel came to a stop, just in front of the door, and reached for the knob, when the faint sound of a girls voice called out, catching his attention. The shadows at his feet subtly flickered as he watched the young woman appear from the darkness, running to catch him. Raising an eyebrow, Azazel looked at her for a moment, before withdrawing his hand from the doorknob and vanishing into a small cloud of black vapor which absorbed into the shadows below. "So it was you who was following me?" Asked a deep, english voice from behind the girl as Azazel stepped out from darkness. He looked her over quizzically, slowly leaning against a wall as his coat dangled over his form. "Have you finally come to take me away madam?" A scowl crossed is face as the eyes of a vicious beast stared out from his visage. "Or are you one of the ones they've sent to kill me?"

Darkness Awaits - Another Magic RP

Finally at the top of the stairs, Azazel came upon a rather old looking steel door leading to the inner workings of the clock within the tower. A rusty lock and chain was fastened around the handle, dangling lightly as Azazel approached. He stared at the lock for a moment as the shadow beneath his feet began to roil and quake, rising from the ground in a small patch of obsidian tendrils. The shadows crept up the door and wrapped around the chains, swiftly reducing them to metal bits which clattered to the floor. Pause was given as Azazel listened quietly to the light jingling of the falling metal, and couldn't help but hear what sounded like footsteps. An absent stare was passed over his shoulder for a quiet moment before he pushed aside the heavy door and continued into the giant clock. A loud metallic creak escaped the door as it slowly closed behind him. Surrounded by gears, cogs, and machines, Azazel found his path across a catwalk of steel grates and up a set of rusty stairs toward a tangle ticking mechanisms.

Darkness Awaits - Another Magic RP

Silently walking passed the busy students as they buzzed back and forth between classes, Azazel made his way to the rear of the campus toward the schools clock tower. Unbeknownst to him, someone had begun to follow him, though they kept themselves concealed an out of sight. Pushing passed the rather rusted, barely used doors and began his way up the steps toward the top the clock tower. The stairwell was empty and hollow, allowing his steps to echo through the building.

Demons within

"Oh boy. Now that's a good question isn't it?" Death smirked. "Tonight, you all sit in my company...just as you have since the day you were conceived. But only on this night will you know me...And your souls will call to me. For my vessel isn't that of purity...but that of demon tainted blood. Only then will a human be strong enough to embrace Death." The smirk across Death's face became a grin as he set the teacup on the table along with the book and folded his hands into his lap. "As I have been bound, I have come to reap the darkness from one soul. From the death of that darkness, I will take up residence in that soul." Wind suddenly rushed into the room as a far side window burst open, ruffling the pages of books and kindling the fireplace flames into an uproar. "So the better question, my dear Dante, is who of you impure humans has had enough?" In the blink of an eye, the study was empty with Dante sitting alone. The fireplace was cold as if it was never lit, leaving the room dark and silent. All that remained of the pale rider was his empty teacup and the dusty book, sitting on the table.

A World Of A Million Horrors

Needs more lemon pledge.

A World Of A Million Horrors

Dust began to settle as a cold silence filled the air. Unsure if his assault had landed, Azazel stayed on guard and felt the area, using the black spikes he had manifested like an extension of himself. His focus waned when the woman began to address him. "Gifts?" He scoffed. "Indeed...however I've had these gifts for quite the bit longer than I've been here." He placed his hand on the inner wall of their shell, sensing for movement while the woman introduced herself. "Maria is it? Huh." He paused. "I expected something more...exotic sounding." Giving a subtle shrug, he went on. "Lord Azazel Blackwood at your acquaintance. I would say it's a pleasure to meet you but given the circumstances..."