CaerBear
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Now that the mortal creature had lost its ability to remain awake, the entity piloting Harik turned its attention towards the approaching thunder of the Order's motorcycle. With a wave of it's puppets hand, the wall of fire would fade from existence, as would all the ice its ravenous vessel had created in its desperate attempt to feed. Foolish being. Unwise of Nito's spawn to send one so fresh in Winter's ways on so vital a task.
Another wave, and the shadows around the Caldonian leapt to life, wrapping him in a shroud of impenetrable darkness, rendering the body all but invisible for the time being. It was time for its marionette to leave, and return to the Pact-Keeper. A single finger would quickly etch a strange rune into one of the alleyway walls.
From outside the alley, the approaching Paladin would simultaneously see and feel two distinct things. A sound, like rushing air, more akin to a tornado than to a vacuum, this being accompanied by a flash of blinding light, akin in hue to freshly fallen powder. They would find the side street empty, save for Will himself, whose body would be wreathed in spatterings of ice crystals. The rune would still be carved into the bricks, glowing brilliantly the same color as the explosion of radiance from mere seconds before, but rapidly, this illumination would fade...
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Far away, or relatively speaking, Harik would be spat out from a desolate frozen hell with a flurry of ebony snow and shrieking winds. His mind, and body, would be his own again, the Evernight's limited influence on the Material all but spent for the time being. His dark sapphire eyes swam with visions, and a temporary madness clung to his mind as he tried to make sense of what all had just occurred.
Oddly, and thankfully enough, he felt hunger no longer, as if the touch of its true Master had freed the young Caeruleum from the need to feed. He'd look around, finding himself in a vacant parking lot, far closer to Lumenia Square than to his previous location. The briefcase, which he had dropped during his transformation, had found...no...had been placed back in his clutches. Somehow. It seemed Winter still wished for him to continue the task his Uncle had commanded of him...
Harik set to work...
Another wave, and the shadows around the Caldonian leapt to life, wrapping him in a shroud of impenetrable darkness, rendering the body all but invisible for the time being. It was time for its marionette to leave, and return to the Pact-Keeper. A single finger would quickly etch a strange rune into one of the alleyway walls.
From outside the alley, the approaching Paladin would simultaneously see and feel two distinct things. A sound, like rushing air, more akin to a tornado than to a vacuum, this being accompanied by a flash of blinding light, akin in hue to freshly fallen powder. They would find the side street empty, save for Will himself, whose body would be wreathed in spatterings of ice crystals. The rune would still be carved into the bricks, glowing brilliantly the same color as the explosion of radiance from mere seconds before, but rapidly, this illumination would fade...
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Far away, or relatively speaking, Harik would be spat out from a desolate frozen hell with a flurry of ebony snow and shrieking winds. His mind, and body, would be his own again, the Evernight's limited influence on the Material all but spent for the time being. His dark sapphire eyes swam with visions, and a temporary madness clung to his mind as he tried to make sense of what all had just occurred.
Oddly, and thankfully enough, he felt hunger no longer, as if the touch of its true Master had freed the young Caeruleum from the need to feed. He'd look around, finding himself in a vacant parking lot, far closer to Lumenia Square than to his previous location. The briefcase, which he had dropped during his transformation, had found...no...had been placed back in his clutches. Somehow. It seemed Winter still wished for him to continue the task his Uncle had commanded of him...
Harik set to work...