Post by sien, THE ILLUSIVE on Apr 30, 2009 20:35:09 GMT 10
[/font]I find myself
It was strange to him how the only species he could not disguise himself as was the Malaki. Of course, he could gett the basics right: the alabaster skin, the angular features and the slight body. However; when it came to the essence of what they were, to the very heart of their being ... it was something he always failed at, as if their pureness, their so called 'goodness' prevented him from attaining a likeness. Though this caused him to feel irritation, it mattered not for all races - except his beloved Daemi, of course - were allowed within the confines of Edil Amandrah, and thus he could be disguised as anything. However, Sien was determined to achieve this domination of race soon, for otherwise he would never be able to infiltrate the army without resorting to ... hostile means. Something, he never entirely ruled out of any of his plots.
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They wandered. He and Niare strode through the desert side by side, though they spoke little and neither acknowledged that the other was beside them. Every once and a while Sien would glance toward her, a look akin to malevolence upon his expression. They had so far wandered easily into Niare's previous kingdom, nobody had hindered or, even noticed that there were two Gods within this kingdom. Of course, they could not know, nobody ever noticed that Niare stood there, she had always been good at concealing herself, now she did it with ease. Sien, on the other hand, he looked like one of the Naois, though still, his crimson eyes glowed nastily, the only aspect of his appearance that may betray him. Few noticed it, with telepathy, the curious ones were usually killed off first.
His build was slightly bulkier, pulling off the heavier weights of the desert dwelling Naoi, his hair was longer than usual and it was coloured an almost rustic brown. The skin itself was close to normal, tanned, yet not to the extent that he appeared to have spent to much time in the sun. Much to his disgust - and to Niare's enjoyment, he had wiped dirt and sand upon his skin to make it seem dirtier. The efforts of many days hard labour. A slight chuckle escaped from both of their lips, a smirk pryed its way upon his thin lips as he once again stared at Niare. This time they paused, eyes returning to the horizon, they narrowed in distaste. Although the people of this realm were warriors, possibly the fiercest in all of this land, since Niare had died and her son - his nephew - took over, this land seemed to lose the essence of war it once possesed. This realisation made him sick, and made a shiver of fury run down his spine. How dare they destroy her creation.
Niare reached out a shaking hand towards him, resting it upon his tense shoulder in a means to relax him. Sien snarled silently, his lip had curled back into a furious; almost catlike, grin.
"Soon enough my dearest. We shall show them once again. Teach them a lesson. The smartest will know where they stand."
Words were spoken as if from a trance, in an icy undertone that would make ones' skin crawl with distaste. Yet for all the malicious intent with those words, they were delivered blandly, like a poorly prepared actor, given a script for the first time. This mood, the tone ... was almost invigorating.
OOC: just thought i'd let you know. Nobody else can see Niare, or even know she is there. She is dead. Sien is crazy, she is a manifestation of his insanity.
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