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Drazniich · 04-06-2005, 07:17 PM

Belial sat there, staring at the water glass full of whiskey. He idly rotated the glass on the bar. "Pious energies make me feel all tingly."

He reflected on the latest turn of events. It was a neat trick, createing a sort of kitsune body out of a fox. Belial would love to be able to alter others with a simple sacrifice. Instead, his always required a sort of... more mundane touch...

He sat, wondering to himself. COuld he? Without matierals? It was always worth a shot... he'd screwed up and undone worse.

He stepped out into the street. He drew a circle on the ground, and an eight pointed star. "Hmm... concentrate on form..."

He began to dream... what had he looked like back then? Who had he been? It was so long ago he had that body. A very long time... had he changed after, or was that his last one? He wasn't very fond of the warlock look he had going...

Wait, hadn't he tried a female form then? Was it that time he had one? It was confusing... his mind was fading from the recent unmaking, and he was very tired... but the ritual had begun. Crap... he was mixing images.

Anyone else saw a pillar of black flames, shifting and forming.

He thought he had it. It was bound to work. Besides, now the twins wouldn't recognize him.

He dismissed the ritual. His clothes were the same, and very much no longer fitting. He had lost mass in the change, going down to about 5'9". His hair was no longer a cursed metal, but a nice electric blue. His eyes had changed, looking more mortal, matching his hair. His ears came to points, something he hadn't counted on. Apperantly, he'd been some sort of elven like creature, most likely, that was the female form he'd been thinking of.

His hair was a little shorter than he preferred. It simply came down past his chin in front and got shorter goin' back. The hardened leather clothes were far too large, as he was now gaunt thin. He held out his arms, admiring the blue tattoo work he'd done. The left arm had Reckoning written on it, the right Staysane. He didn't need to see his back to know that the image he'd wanted was there. [Post later] Now, it was just a matter of conjuring clothing, something he could do easily.

He couldn't really come up with something interesting, so, for the time being, a long black skirt bedecked in silver chains, and a holder on his back for his chain. He pointed, incinerating his old clothes. In the heat, he saw himself, and realized he'd made another sort of mistake...

There was a blue eightpointed star surrounding his left eye. "Uhoh..."

The particualar runes involved marked it as his star. Now, any rudimentary knowledge of him would identifiy him as Belial. "Ah well... time to bug Nichi."

04-06-2005, 07:17 PM	#41
Drazniich T-Rexuar Snack Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 19	Belial sat there, staring at the water glass full of whiskey. He idly rotated the glass on the bar. "Pious energies make me feel all tingly." He reflected on the latest turn of events. It was a neat trick, createing a sort of kitsune body out of a fox. Belial would love to be able to alter others with a simple sacrifice. Instead, his always required a sort of... more mundane touch... He sat, wondering to himself. COuld he? Without matierals? It was always worth a shot... he'd screwed up and undone worse. He stepped out into the street. He drew a circle on the ground, and an eight pointed star. "Hmm... concentrate on form..." He began to dream... what had he looked like back then? Who had he been? It was so long ago he had that body. A very long time... had he changed after, or was that his last one? He wasn't very fond of the warlock look he had going... Wait, hadn't he tried a female form then? Was it that time he had one? It was confusing... his mind was fading from the recent unmaking, and he was very tired... but the ritual had begun. Crap... he was mixing images. Anyone else saw a pillar of black flames, shifting and forming. He thought he had it. It was bound to work. Besides, now the twins wouldn't recognize him. He dismissed the ritual. His clothes were the same, and very much no longer fitting. He had lost mass in the change, going down to about 5'9". His hair was no longer a cursed metal, but a nice electric blue. His eyes had changed, looking more mortal, matching his hair. His ears came to points, something he hadn't counted on. Apperantly, he'd been some sort of elven like creature, most likely, that was the female form he'd been thinking of. His hair was a little shorter than he preferred. It simply came down past his chin in front and got shorter goin' back. The hardened leather clothes were far too large, as he was now gaunt thin. He held out his arms, admiring the blue tattoo work he'd done. The left arm had Reckoning written on it, the right Staysane. He didn't need to see his back to know that the image he'd wanted was there. [Post later] Now, it was just a matter of conjuring clothing, something he could do easily. He couldn't really come up with something interesting, so, for the time being, a long black skirt bedecked in silver chains, and a holder on his back for his chain. He pointed, incinerating his old clothes. In the heat, he saw himself, and realized he'd made another sort of mistake... There was a blue eightpointed star surrounding his left eye. "Uhoh..." The particualar runes involved marked it as his star. Now, any rudimentary knowledge of him would identifiy him as Belial. "Ah well... time to bug Nichi." __________________ The Via Hyron, Road of the Hive, dictates that you shall protect your loved ones, fight to preserve your way of life from outside threats, and never forget you follow the road. This road is, by far, one of the most honorable roads known to the vampire clans, short of Galconda only. The Via Hyron is only practiced by one clan, the second clan of Ashur-called-Cappadocius, namely, the Baali, the original infernalist clan...