Alreven Laenisatar
09-29-07, 08:09 PM
Closed to Eyes of...
Riala sat perched on the windowsill as Alreven grabbed his navy blue suit jacket off the back off a chair. "I want to come," she whined, eyes staring at the wooden floorboards. "Even if all I do is watch, I want to be there."
He casually glanced at the neko. Even in the blinding brightness of the midday sun, her features were rather pale. A slight breeze that came in from the open window was swaying her light purple hair. Her eyes were pleading with him as well; Riala wanted to do something with the rest of her day instead of spending it cooped up in the lonely inn room. She had an uncanny ability to lay an incredible amount of guilt on the incubus, but after a while he caught on that nine times out of ten the tears that welled up in her eyes were merely an act.
Alreven sighed as he made his way over to her, the soles of his shoes clicking lightly with each step. He reached out with a gloved hand, scratching the top of Riala's head between her cat ears. She giggled and playfully batted at his arm. The neko girl looked up, lacking any trace of her false sadness. Riala's smile was always something that warmed the incubus' heart--despite that he felt he never deserved to see it.
Alreven knelt down in front of her. "The answer is still no, Riala. Besides, I highly doubt that they'd let you watch, anyways. Those monks would force you to stay out of the arena, and they'd probably stare at you and make you uncomfortable until I won." She solemnly nodded. Riala understood, but she coudn't hide her disappointment in his decision.
"Don't worry, I'll be back before supper. Okay?"
The neko's voice was bright once again. "Okay!" But before Alreven could stand, she rushed forward in a flash and hugged him. Her momentum carried them to the floor--a loud crack echoed through the room as the incubus' skull collided with the thick wooden floor. Riala quickly got to her feet, her light purple eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my goodness! Are you alright? I'm so sorry!" She grabbed Alreven by the arm and nearly yanked it out of its socket trying to help him to his feet.
He winced, rubbing the back of his head to try and ease the wave of pain. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll catch you later." As he made his way out of the room, Riala blushed. I'm so clumsy... She slowly made her way back to her perch, keeping a sharp eye on the incubus' blond ponytail as he became one with the throngs of people crowding the streets of Radasanth.
***
The streets may have been packed, but it didn't bother Alreven. He had a certain, dignified way in his stride as he approached his destination. All manner of people passed him. Every now and again, an attractive girl caught his eye. Maybe a quickie wouldn't hurt... It's not like the Citadel is going to go out of business anytime soon, right? Even as his carnal desires and cravings to absorb the energy of yet another woman clouded his mind, the incubus arrived at the massive stone structure.
Alreven gazed upwards, shielding his eyes from the burning rays of the sun. The peaks of the steeples seemingly pierced the heavens themselves as they towered above the city. Massive oak doors sat at the top of a set of marble stairs. He slowly made his way up, exerting quite a bit of strength to open the doors. The inside very spacious and sparse--doors lined the walls as sunlight poured through the stained glass, leaving intricate, multicolored patterns on the polished marble floor.
His feet slowly carried him inside as he tried to absorb the magnificence of the Citadel. After what seemed like forever, he could feel a small tap on his shoulder. Alreven quickly spun around, his glasses almost sliding off his face. His eyes fell on a monk--a few inches taller than he was, his massive physique hidden behind a plain brown robe. His face was kind enough, but had telltale features that implied that he was the kind of guy that you'd not want to catch you cheating at a poker game.
"Can I help you?" The monk's deep voice was amplified by the echoing nature of the Citadel's main chamber.
Alreven, despite the fact that he was quite the powerful demon back in his day, couldn't help but to feel intimidated by the man. "Um, yes. It's been quite a while since I was able to test my strength, you see..." The monk shook his head and raised a beefy hand, stopping the incubus in mid-sentence.
The monk quickly pointed at one of the numerous identical doors. "Come this way." The monk walked over and wrapped one of his hands completely around the doorknob, giving it a quick turn and a yank. Alreven gazed into the darkness that the opened portal revealed, mentally preparing himself for the battle to come as he stepped into the black.
It's been years since I began to break the seal submerging my powers... Let's see how far I've come.
Slowly, the darkness brightened somewhat. When his vision returned, the incubus was looking skyward--he was under a blanket of stars, but out of the corner of his eyes, he could see something that resembled miniature buildings. Not small huts, but really tall buildings--like the Citadel itself. However, these tallest of these structures were as big as he was, and there were small rectangular holes evenly spaced throughout the buildings, most of them emitting light.
That doesn't look like lamp light to me... He began to look at his supposed "arena" some more. He was surrounded by these buildings. Some of them had brightly colored signs that flashed various, odd-looking symbols. "Drink Coca-Cola? What in my father's name is that?" Suddenly, he heard a scream from below. Alreven tore his gaze from the neon billboards and looked down--he was standing in the middle of a very small street, and in with the light that the signs provided, he could see very tiny people pointing at him, screaming and running every which way.
A cold sweat formed on his forehead--Alreven realized that he was transported to a very foreign and futuristic land, and that he had become a giant! A look of bewilderment much like those of the people below had crossed his face--where the hell am I? What is this place?
The incubus began to wander around the sprawling metropolis, trying to ignore the sickening crunches of vehicles and people that were underfoot as he made his way through the city.
Riala sat perched on the windowsill as Alreven grabbed his navy blue suit jacket off the back off a chair. "I want to come," she whined, eyes staring at the wooden floorboards. "Even if all I do is watch, I want to be there."
He casually glanced at the neko. Even in the blinding brightness of the midday sun, her features were rather pale. A slight breeze that came in from the open window was swaying her light purple hair. Her eyes were pleading with him as well; Riala wanted to do something with the rest of her day instead of spending it cooped up in the lonely inn room. She had an uncanny ability to lay an incredible amount of guilt on the incubus, but after a while he caught on that nine times out of ten the tears that welled up in her eyes were merely an act.
Alreven sighed as he made his way over to her, the soles of his shoes clicking lightly with each step. He reached out with a gloved hand, scratching the top of Riala's head between her cat ears. She giggled and playfully batted at his arm. The neko girl looked up, lacking any trace of her false sadness. Riala's smile was always something that warmed the incubus' heart--despite that he felt he never deserved to see it.
Alreven knelt down in front of her. "The answer is still no, Riala. Besides, I highly doubt that they'd let you watch, anyways. Those monks would force you to stay out of the arena, and they'd probably stare at you and make you uncomfortable until I won." She solemnly nodded. Riala understood, but she coudn't hide her disappointment in his decision.
"Don't worry, I'll be back before supper. Okay?"
The neko's voice was bright once again. "Okay!" But before Alreven could stand, she rushed forward in a flash and hugged him. Her momentum carried them to the floor--a loud crack echoed through the room as the incubus' skull collided with the thick wooden floor. Riala quickly got to her feet, her light purple eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my goodness! Are you alright? I'm so sorry!" She grabbed Alreven by the arm and nearly yanked it out of its socket trying to help him to his feet.
He winced, rubbing the back of his head to try and ease the wave of pain. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll catch you later." As he made his way out of the room, Riala blushed. I'm so clumsy... She slowly made her way back to her perch, keeping a sharp eye on the incubus' blond ponytail as he became one with the throngs of people crowding the streets of Radasanth.
***
The streets may have been packed, but it didn't bother Alreven. He had a certain, dignified way in his stride as he approached his destination. All manner of people passed him. Every now and again, an attractive girl caught his eye. Maybe a quickie wouldn't hurt... It's not like the Citadel is going to go out of business anytime soon, right? Even as his carnal desires and cravings to absorb the energy of yet another woman clouded his mind, the incubus arrived at the massive stone structure.
Alreven gazed upwards, shielding his eyes from the burning rays of the sun. The peaks of the steeples seemingly pierced the heavens themselves as they towered above the city. Massive oak doors sat at the top of a set of marble stairs. He slowly made his way up, exerting quite a bit of strength to open the doors. The inside very spacious and sparse--doors lined the walls as sunlight poured through the stained glass, leaving intricate, multicolored patterns on the polished marble floor.
His feet slowly carried him inside as he tried to absorb the magnificence of the Citadel. After what seemed like forever, he could feel a small tap on his shoulder. Alreven quickly spun around, his glasses almost sliding off his face. His eyes fell on a monk--a few inches taller than he was, his massive physique hidden behind a plain brown robe. His face was kind enough, but had telltale features that implied that he was the kind of guy that you'd not want to catch you cheating at a poker game.
"Can I help you?" The monk's deep voice was amplified by the echoing nature of the Citadel's main chamber.
Alreven, despite the fact that he was quite the powerful demon back in his day, couldn't help but to feel intimidated by the man. "Um, yes. It's been quite a while since I was able to test my strength, you see..." The monk shook his head and raised a beefy hand, stopping the incubus in mid-sentence.
The monk quickly pointed at one of the numerous identical doors. "Come this way." The monk walked over and wrapped one of his hands completely around the doorknob, giving it a quick turn and a yank. Alreven gazed into the darkness that the opened portal revealed, mentally preparing himself for the battle to come as he stepped into the black.
It's been years since I began to break the seal submerging my powers... Let's see how far I've come.
Slowly, the darkness brightened somewhat. When his vision returned, the incubus was looking skyward--he was under a blanket of stars, but out of the corner of his eyes, he could see something that resembled miniature buildings. Not small huts, but really tall buildings--like the Citadel itself. However, these tallest of these structures were as big as he was, and there were small rectangular holes evenly spaced throughout the buildings, most of them emitting light.
That doesn't look like lamp light to me... He began to look at his supposed "arena" some more. He was surrounded by these buildings. Some of them had brightly colored signs that flashed various, odd-looking symbols. "Drink Coca-Cola? What in my father's name is that?" Suddenly, he heard a scream from below. Alreven tore his gaze from the neon billboards and looked down--he was standing in the middle of a very small street, and in with the light that the signs provided, he could see very tiny people pointing at him, screaming and running every which way.
A cold sweat formed on his forehead--Alreven realized that he was transported to a very foreign and futuristic land, and that he had become a giant! A look of bewilderment much like those of the people below had crossed his face--where the hell am I? What is this place?
The incubus began to wander around the sprawling metropolis, trying to ignore the sickening crunches of vehicles and people that were underfoot as he made his way through the city.