Angra Mainyu
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Demonic Will (x3), Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 3,085
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Aug 12, 2016 1:12:03 GMT
Standing atop the barren crags of the Yunzabit Highlands made one feel lonely in only the most atrocious of ways. Hefty mistrals rampaged through the mountains from the north which did nothing to ease the frost that willed itself to form on the very fringes of her voluminous robes. What had possibly prompted the mighty demoness to take repose at this of all places? Perhaps it was in the way that it was so devastatingly unlike her home that it occupied a sort of beauty that one would be hard-pressed to find in any other region of this Earth.
Terran soil crumbled beneath the woman as wafts of power brought her feet from the ground below, even the slightest of weight on the edges of monolithic edifice could cause one who was not prepared to plummet to their death in rather spectacular fashion. Perhaps that was why the human's had never formally cultivated this land and conquered it's elements despite all of their monumental achievements till this day. Quite the waste.
Phantasms danced before her eyes in display of all that could have been in these lands, the villages dug out from the belly of the Earth as humans made their greatest effort to deface the work of Gods and put natural development far below their own stubborn ability. Such magnificent cities could have been divested from this place, and such sin could have been committed.
Such a hostile environment would surely host dangers for the local humans and forcing them to make the terrible decisions that made her work complete. Indeed it was likely a great many would turn into Wendigo's here, or at least suffer from the syndrome and force their brethren to eliminate a threat borne from within.
Idle fancies were not for the likes of The Ahriman though and with some effort she returned to reality. Her eye roved across the wastes in search of what? Even she could not say whether it was a wish for another, perhaps a mythical artifact, perhaps even a peculiar sight. Papa always made sure to remind her though that you must not wait for something to come, you must act to take it! Sadly for Papa, Angra looked more often to Bûshyãsta, a demon who exemplified sloth, as an example due to his breezy attitude and ability to do as little work as possible for the greatest fee.
In that spirit Angra Mainyu held her left arm aloft, a strident of noise arising as wisps of energy gathered into her outstretched palm, magenta energy gathering within and forming into a sphere of concentrated demonic ki. With a similarly simple flick of her wrist the ball was sent forth to crash through one of the giants, crushing through the rock and hopefully drawing attention. Least work for most reward.
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Post by Xanara Redhive on Aug 13, 2016 4:42:57 GMT
[Thread PL = 4,500]
Xanara had been traveling the earth for several weeks now. She had seen many wonders of earth. So many cities, and so man people. Most of the populace was extremely weak she learned, easily able to dispatch most humans with a simple flick. She had gotten a decent amount of zenni from stealing from humans whom tried to fight her based on her appearance.
She hadn't gotten a single touch stronger since she arrived from the demon realm, but it made little difference. Her focus wasn't on getting stronger, not yet at least. She had to build an empire, and to build an empire you needed cash. Cold hard Cash. Something she picked up from reading earth magazines about money. A soft chuckle escaped her as she continued down her path.
That path however was soon covered in stone as some one destroyed something nearby, sending rocks crumbling down onto the path. Xanara stared, having been a couple of yards away before she just sighed. "Its times like these being able to fly would be REAL helpful." She muttered to herself. She shut her eyes and groaned for a moment before turning to head around the mess. "So many stupid hoops I have to jump through until I master that flight spell. Once that is done I wont have any more of these fruitless stupid distractions."
Going around the rubble would end up bringing Xanara face to face with another demon whom had caused the mess. She blinked, staring at Angra for a few moments before she spoke up. "If you are the one causing the mess, could you at least until AFTER I've walked past you?" She asked in a sarcastic manner.
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Angra Mainyu
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Demonic Will (x3), Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 3,085
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Aug 16, 2016 22:07:49 GMT
It seemed that serendipity had favored The Ahriman upon this day as another had crossed her path, granted this person had nearly been caught in the explosion of her attack but should one not be able to survive such a thing then perhaps they were not worth the effort to even converse with. Angra floated from above towards the other, central eye scanning her over once. Some years had passed since she had last interacted with another demon due in part to her never really having interested in actively seeking out others of her species while performing duties not to say it would be unwelcome. This demoness in particular was adorned with the naturally curling horns the looked more aesthetic than to gore with, claws that perhaps would get in the way of a multitude of things as claws naturally did, and of course the completely yellow eyes. Not that Angra could judge one on matters of demonic appearance when she too was fitted with horns just a tad to widely set to be useful and claws that made holding objects a challenge in itself and skin of such pale complexion she resembled a ghost more than anything else. Angra clapped as she landed before the other, bowing slightly in courtesy before rising and looking the demoness over once more, “My apologizes, it's just that such time has passed since I've last engaged with another that I thought perhaps wanton destruction would call some to me. Indeed it seems I am in luck if another demon has answered the call,” She said in the usual tone of overly wordy monologues that nobles were so prone too. “My name is Angra Mainyu, The Ahriman. Shall I have the pleasure of your acquaintance or better yet what you were doing in this remote area? Few travel here due to the terrible weather.”
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