Timestamp: 37 Tessera (Autumn), 81379 Character: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=752Seth</a> Time: Twilight Seth sat cross-legged on the peak of a dune, he was overlooking a small but pleasant oasis. he marvelled how the golden light shimmered of the surface of the water, making it seem like a liquid gold. His eyes absorbed the contrast of the dark green tree leaves that seemed ever so tropical with the yellow pale sand. He had chosen this place as it was in a more neutral desert, where few bothered to hold power. The time too was important, neither light nor dark. He was meeting an old associate here soon. He felt a slight discomfort however as the light still discomforted his skin. His vampirism qualities had their disadvantages, he avoided looking at the sun as he softly increased his black aura, it absorbed the light from him making him sigh out loud. He scanned over the horizon for the lord of light, he opposite and once most annoying enemy, yet times had changed and things no longer needed to be the same. The old ways were changing now and new friends needed to be made. He sighed again yet it a slight depression however his mind began to think of new possibilities and hope. And a new chance at things.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry about the delay and all Lucian, I was rather tied up over a lot of stuff as of late and all. So please do forgive me.</td></tr></table> Soon the flaping of whings filled the air. As if a thousand or more of large birds were ripping through the skies. Then came the large dark mass of the predator birds, Aktrieor came flying over the horizon. They flew directly into the direction of Seth with an increasing speed screeching aloud and everything. It wasn't until they was right on top of Seth did the birds start forming into a downward spiral, changing into the very form of the Light Guardian himself. He released a relaxed sigh and slowly parted his white glowing eyes looking down onto the one that he once called his enemy, but now what was Seth to him at all? Horus crossed his arms over and just looked upon Seth for the longest of time before parting his lips and speaking out to him. "Iyo kullap na haja...Seth ump E jaulli fums sy cmyf fhi? Rakuota yv ull sha sjosh iyo ump E pym's jaulli taa shemdt aia sy aia. Omlatt yv kyojta iyo uja lyycemd sy sats iyoj nal uduemts nema." His voice broke off into a somewhat angered tone before he took a few steps back. The light sound of growling could be heard coming from within his chest as he gazed upon Seth. Showing that there was really no feeling for this Guardian and probably will never be.
Seth looked at the tumbling spiral of birds, the chorus of squawking and chatter filling the skies. He allowed himself a slightly smile as they transformed into the light guardian, mixing into his more natural form. Seth never had understood why he chose birds as his animal, the only advantage they had that he could see was their immense numbers. He looked at Horus with a blank stare, the same as he was receiving from the light guardian. It seemed like quite a while before any sound passed between them, then the formal sound of Ramathian poured out of him. Seth sighed heavily at his words, they might not be enemies any more but they no were near allies. "En sejap yv ull shet Horus, E petgeta hyf sha doujpeumt ymli sulc fham abaj shai fums tynashemd. Ev sha jabyls et abaj dyemd sy fyjc es fell suca sha gyfaj yv ull yv ot mys qots u vaf." He said in the same langugde of the enemy. He was tired of all the banter, Seth wanted them all to unite again, like the old days where they could openly wage war on the enemy. Yet he knew it would have to be more of an invisible war now, specially trained Anubi going into the heart of the impure land and caused havoc. First Anarchy would have to be set in, so the government couldnÂ’t organise the troop effectively and would be to concerned with anti Grader material, then it would be time to strike. Or maybe Seth just loved the art of war to much. He considered himself somewhat of a stagiest however his plans seemed to go on for hundreds of years instead of a week. He liked the certainty of something planned a millennia ahead yet he didnÂ’t have the gift of foresight so it made it difficult for him. He sighed again as he became lost in his own thoughts. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> No worries, you forewarned me about you busyness so dot worry about it</td></tr></table>
