[{ND}] Nights Descent
Established:
04/08/2006 at 01:54:04
Clan Description
The wind roared and wailed through the bare, dead trees. It always seemed to be some sort of fall or winter on the property...even in the midst of summer one couldnt traverse the grounds without a travelling cloak. Curiously, it always seemed to be midnight as well, no matter the suns position in the outside world. Here was Onushis domain. The light of God was not welcome in his realm and the agents of the Almighty dare not enter. On the huge, black gate outside was pinned the fresh corpse of a lycan by ten-foot, black iron pikes to deter visitors. He enjoyed his solitude when he found it, liked to be left to his own affairs, his and those of his queen.
Isabella had found one of her favorite spots upon those grounds, an old cemetary that sat perched dangerously upon the edge of a high cliff, staring out into the yawning blackness below. There came the sound of crashing waves but no ocean could be seen if one peered. Nonetheless, the pale spectre with the murderous green eyes found the spot to be a perfect place for meditation and thought. Onushi watched her as he stood alone, he had sent his servants away for the evening. As he stood beside a crumbling gravestone, she had come to kneel beside him. Whether she was drawing runes in the dead soil or examining the epitaph of the one laid to rest there, he cared not.
Idly, one hand rested upon her head and wove several strands of her hair about two of his fingers as he continued to ponder recent events... Given the rising threat of the werewolves, a lone warrior of the Vampire clan found the strength to bring together an aray of powerful blood thirsty fighters just like himself. Dragons of the night, the name itself eminated the sheer strength of the Dragons. Powerful and swift, they swoop down and prey upon the ones hindering them. Hence the names, Angelic Dragons. They will soon bring serenity to all Vampires, and destruction to the Lycan race.
He turns his head away from her as several bleach white skeletons began to crawl from the grave, each tugging at the hems of his robes to call attention to themselves. Had they had voices, they would have used them to present their gifts to their master, but alas they could only rattle about mute and blind. Isabella raises her face to him and smiles, her smooth voice easily cutting through the howl of the wind. -Even dead, Milord, they know who they must show allegience to lest the burn in hell once Azrael returns for them.- There is laughter in her eyes as she knows not even the angel of death would tempt Onushi.
His hand slides from her hair, the strands falling from his fingertips. -Come, Isabella, let us retire. We will soon be hunting.- He takes her hand and the dead rolled in their graves as the heavy bootsteps of their master sounded from above them, accompanied by the smaller, lighter footfalls of his queen.
Level Titles
|~1-3= Night Sentry~|
|~4-6= Shadow Blades~|
|~7-9= Blood Seed~|
|~10-12= Dragonic Hatchling~|
(New titles will be given for higher levels.)
Isabella had found one of her favorite spots upon those grounds, an old cemetary that sat perched dangerously upon the edge of a high cliff, staring out into the yawning blackness below. There came the sound of crashing waves but no ocean could be seen if one peered. Nonetheless, the pale spectre with the murderous green eyes found the spot to be a perfect place for meditation and thought. Onushi watched her as he stood alone, he had sent his servants away for the evening. As he stood beside a crumbling gravestone, she had come to kneel beside him. Whether she was drawing runes in the dead soil or examining the epitaph of the one laid to rest there, he cared not.
Idly, one hand rested upon her head and wove several strands of her hair about two of his fingers as he continued to ponder recent events... Given the rising threat of the werewolves, a lone warrior of the Vampire clan found the strength to bring together an aray of powerful blood thirsty fighters just like himself. Dragons of the night, the name itself eminated the sheer strength of the Dragons. Powerful and swift, they swoop down and prey upon the ones hindering them. Hence the names, Angelic Dragons. They will soon bring serenity to all Vampires, and destruction to the Lycan race.
He turns his head away from her as several bleach white skeletons began to crawl from the grave, each tugging at the hems of his robes to call attention to themselves. Had they had voices, they would have used them to present their gifts to their master, but alas they could only rattle about mute and blind. Isabella raises her face to him and smiles, her smooth voice easily cutting through the howl of the wind. -Even dead, Milord, they know who they must show allegience to lest the burn in hell once Azrael returns for them.- There is laughter in her eyes as she knows not even the angel of death would tempt Onushi.
His hand slides from her hair, the strands falling from his fingertips. -Come, Isabella, let us retire. We will soon be hunting.- He takes her hand and the dead rolled in their graves as the heavy bootsteps of their master sounded from above them, accompanied by the smaller, lighter footfalls of his queen.
Level Titles
|~1-3= Night Sentry~|
|~4-6= Shadow Blades~|
|~7-9= Blood Seed~|
|~10-12= Dragonic Hatchling~|
(New titles will be given for higher levels.)
Clan members: 4
| Name: | Level: | Rank: |
| trunks | 12 | Angelic Dragon Prince |
| Vergil Hiroki | 12 | Dragonic Hatchling |
| Isabella Muerte | 11 | Angelic Dragon Queen |
| Grave Onushi | 9 | Angelic Dragon Lord |
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