Azrael/Iris
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A drunk monk who hates social events and worms
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Sept 2, 2011 18:48:04 GMT -6
Azrael bowed his head again to Aseikh and said "And the same to you, cousin. May your days be long and your battles short." His head turned to Iona's sleeping form on the ground and walked over next to Thea and watched as she slumbered. "lf I may...unless if there is some sort of emergency that she needs to be awakened at this moment...let her slumber...it has been a long day...for us all."
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Post by Iona on Sept 3, 2011 16:23:20 GMT -6
Thea shut her eyes and mumbled a light curse. "Please forgive my rudeness. I had been so tied up with all of this....please, I apologize for my lack of manners. There are spare rooms and guest rooms if you desire a place to stay the night, and I can cook something up very quickly,"she said hurriedly, flustered with the need of hospitality. She left Iona where she lay and began to look for a recipe book and keys to the guest rooms at once. Xanthe absently messed with a lock of her honey colored hair and studied their guests closely. Aseikh gathered a pile of papers, moving them out of the way, in doing so, a mask, intricate and otherwordly beautiful as that of a masquerade mask for that of a ball, fell from the shelf and clattered to the ground at Azrael's feet. The thing stared up at the Desert Monk blankly, an aura of heaviness seemed to emit from its presence.
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Azrael/Iris
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A drunk monk who hates social events and worms
Posts: 933
Sexuality: Yes
Relationship: Single
Played By: Your mother
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Sept 4, 2011 8:25:14 GMT -6
Azrael felt as though he had said something rude or upsetted Thea. He was about to make an apology when a mask fell at his feet. Curious, he looked down and caught himself staring into the mask's empy eye holes. The mask was took the shape of what reminded Azrael of a white beast...it had markings around the eye holes and all around the mask. He bent down to pick it up. He could feel the aura of it...it felt....strange...nothing that the Wanderer of Spirits had felt before.
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Post by Iona on Nov 22, 2011 23:21:44 GMT -6
Xanthe gave a hollow smile as she watched the Desert Monk study the mask. She tossed her thick, gorgeous hair over her shoulder with a chuckle and bounded out of the room gracefully after Thea, leaving the two distantly related cousins to their own devices.
Aseikh came forward and gently snatched the mask away from Azrael's hands, holding it with its face pointed to the ground. "Forgive me. Xanthe, she has strange moments of mischieviousness, and thus she failed to tell you that the mask is cursed. If you look upon the eyes of the mask long enough, then ill fate befalls upon you," the youth said rather cryptically. Yet, he turned the mask forward and stared directly into the eye holes, focusing on it directly.
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Azrael/Iris
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A drunk monk who hates social events and worms
Posts: 933
Sexuality: Yes
Relationship: Single
Played By: Your mother
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Nov 23, 2011 2:19:51 GMT -6
Azrael shook his head after Aseikh removed the mask from his grasp and he looked at him as he explained about the mask.
Fearing for Aseikh's safety, the Desert Monk grabbed the mask from him, careful to not look into it's eye holes and shoved it underneath a pile of nearby blankets. It's gaze still seemed to penetrate through the blankets, but was much easier to ignore.
"Then if what you are saying is true...we wouldn't want anything to happen to any of us."
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