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And A Hero Was Born



Ryuk


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04-10-2014, 05:32 PM
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Ryuk

It would take him several moments to compose himself. To realize that what was before him really and truly was real. Ghostly eyes stared at the newcomer, the stranger to his eyes. Was she a ghost? An apparition? A haunting of one of his felled comrades? No. She was real, she was an unknown, someone he had never crossed paths with before. She would speak, the male staring wide eyes in surprise and disbelief as if he was still trying to grasp whether he was alive, or whether he had died from exhaustion and was now in the realm of unreality.

Little by little, his body would begin to move of its own accord. Ears would curiously move forth, hastily catching the lyrics of her voice as they came his way. Oh how good it felt to hear the words of another, especially of his own kind! He began to grow excited within, though did well to hide it. He kept his gaze on her, ghostly windows quietly moving over her features, though did his best not to make it seem uncomfortable or ungentlemanly. He was a male of respect, and would not make it seem as if he were "undressing" her with his eyes. Goodness, that would be so very rude of him. He gazed over the marks on her shoulders, wondering what could have possibly inflicted such wounds upon her. Had she been in war too?

He would remain quiet, the contours of his mind struggling with the exhaustion that had slowly been enveloping him the longer he stood. Though he would push it away from his mind, for he was not one to show weakness less it kill him. "My name is Obsidian." Head rose, his spirit brushing aside the weariness that threatened to consume him. Obsidian? That was indeed a pretty name. Then again, she was a very pretty specimen. He made a soft nicker, nostrils flaring slightly to inhale her scent and store it away from memory's sake. "Obsidian? That is a lovely name. My name is Ryuk Warlander, former General who served under Prince Philip." His introduction would produce a bow, his left leg extending as his head lowered towards her. He would right himself after a brief moment, eyes gazing now curiously at her star struck form.