OOC: Character: Daemon Timestamp: Tessera 32nd, 81379 ------------ IC: A brilliant man had once made the argument that there is a fine line between 'good' and 'evil'. Just what makes one person good, and another evil? Is it our innate conception of either fact that created such a belief? Or does this fall to a more sociological issue? Ah, but even the smallest of children cry at a frightening sight, while clinging to a happy one. Mayhap that the difference between Good and Evil is but a shade of Black and White? But then what of the few who can change? Are they grey...? Regardless, it is not important to wonder such things, but to know when to be afraid. And, in the case of Daemon, fear was a great thing to have. It was in the middle of a clearing of the forest, about an hour after the first of the sun's light. Daemon, who never quite liked the first light (or the last, for that matter) of the day, was presently lying up against the base of a tree. His body, in its crimson-scaled self, sat quite calm and relaxed. His large draconic tail was comfortably curled around his cross-legged form. He'd never be able to wrap it around his waist; it was far too massive. His arms were crossed over his chest, making him look even more dangerous, despite the purely Draconic body. The old blindfold clung tightly to his destroyed eyes, showing to the world that he did not need them. Ah yes, The Feared Dragon. The Harbinger of Death. The Reaper of Souls. These whispering names now carried across the winds of Bhim, filling even some of the most ruthless of villains with a chill so demanding that, on dark nights, even they tended to look over their shoulder. However, it wouldn't be long before Daemon's Draconic maw would turn toward the woods, pointing his face toward the new found intruder. "... Who goes there?" His voice, which was dark by its own right, was not quite as frightening as one might imagine. Sure, coupled with the very dangerous form, he probably caused many puppies to wet themselves. But even still, it wasn't that bad.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Who: Qebehsenuef, Zeypher</td></tr></table> Qebeh sat in a tree, clearly bored, she had come with Zeypher, to help him study plants, she sighed and thought "When will that old coot get back here" Then soon Zeypher walked to the base of the tree and called out "<span style='color:yellow'>You better not be sleeping again, I have a hard enough time waking you</span>" Qebeh looked down at her companion, "Of course I'm not sleeping, I sensed something wrong, like something watching us, or stalking us...or something else", she jumped from the tree the area didn't feel right to her. They had been walking for quite awhile now, Zeypher stopping to look at a plant here and there, then she spotted a faint shape in the distance and atempted to get closer, Zeypher watched her, unsure of anything she was doing.
