Nart
02-16-14, 08:26 AM
Tonight was quite different, it was a moon lite starry night. The abyss of the night sky showered the Citadel's opened stone made common area. Nart had his feel of relaxation from the wall he propped himself against and was in need of a eventful blood evening.
Jumping up with most haste he briskly walked to the stone entrance to find an available room to do his bidding. As he walked with a fierce desire of blood, one could almost smell the lust and wraith steam off his very being. His facial expression was readable to even the blindest of seers. A true face of angry an tension building up beyond the point of which even the most trained could mask a happy demeanor over.
Walking through the mist of the gathering towns folk or over combatants, to the centered portal. He stepped through the radiating worm hole to find a place to match his current thoughts and feeling. A arena of complexities and yet simple in build.
Such was given to him his short awaited arrival to this new area. The arena before was very large and stout shiny white marble creation before himself. The contraption's height was just over eight foot tall and just over ten foot wide.
Nart begun to pace his way around the designed arena from the portals mental connect to himself, to give such a gift and carved perfection was breath taking as he could pitcher the mixes of red soon to paint the pale stone's canvas. Taking step after step Nart's lose fitting clothing brushed against each other from his legs making a low swishing like noise. The gravel like rocks as the main flooring of this room made a crunch noise under his feet like a new load had been dropped recently in a drive way.
After making way nearly a full circle around the quite tall arena he took the last of the four sets of stair cases to the top. Twelve steps total, counting each shiny yet rough feeling surface. Knowing because of the instant grip he could feel from each placement of his foot. It was as if he basic old made shoes were like cleats walking on a grass sports field.
The room was lite by what seemed to bulbs actually floating around the top part of the this small room, each shining bright in various colors such as black, standard colors of yellow. This gave him the impression he was in a disco room with odd or funny lighting of a broke black light depending on where he looked at in the room.
Finally, Nart stood at the center of the marbled stone arena. Looking down and out at the bright green portal he awaited his next challenger.
Jumping up with most haste he briskly walked to the stone entrance to find an available room to do his bidding. As he walked with a fierce desire of blood, one could almost smell the lust and wraith steam off his very being. His facial expression was readable to even the blindest of seers. A true face of angry an tension building up beyond the point of which even the most trained could mask a happy demeanor over.
Walking through the mist of the gathering towns folk or over combatants, to the centered portal. He stepped through the radiating worm hole to find a place to match his current thoughts and feeling. A arena of complexities and yet simple in build.
Such was given to him his short awaited arrival to this new area. The arena before was very large and stout shiny white marble creation before himself. The contraption's height was just over eight foot tall and just over ten foot wide.
Nart begun to pace his way around the designed arena from the portals mental connect to himself, to give such a gift and carved perfection was breath taking as he could pitcher the mixes of red soon to paint the pale stone's canvas. Taking step after step Nart's lose fitting clothing brushed against each other from his legs making a low swishing like noise. The gravel like rocks as the main flooring of this room made a crunch noise under his feet like a new load had been dropped recently in a drive way.
After making way nearly a full circle around the quite tall arena he took the last of the four sets of stair cases to the top. Twelve steps total, counting each shiny yet rough feeling surface. Knowing because of the instant grip he could feel from each placement of his foot. It was as if he basic old made shoes were like cleats walking on a grass sports field.
The room was lite by what seemed to bulbs actually floating around the top part of the this small room, each shining bright in various colors such as black, standard colors of yellow. This gave him the impression he was in a disco room with odd or funny lighting of a broke black light depending on where he looked at in the room.
Finally, Nart stood at the center of the marbled stone arena. Looking down and out at the bright green portal he awaited his next challenger.