Drystan Marakos
Master Sentinel
Though her eyes were closed, she needed them not for sight - through the boundless dark & silent places in her mind, her feelings stretched out like striking serpents; questing, seeking, desiring for more. More knowledge. More Awareness. More Understanding.
More.
More Life. More Death. More Feeling.
More.
The arcane & sacred power she wielded rose up within her like a torrent... a violent explosion of emotion which shattered her conciousness, obliterating the darkness behind her eyelids as surely as a supernova might obliterate the never-ending darkness of space...
If for but a moment.
And slowly... she opened her eyes.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
There was silence, stretching out around the pale-skilled elf for what seemed like ages - light years. Distance & time. Neither mattered to her. The silence had been why she'd chosen this place... a secluded corner, surrounded by strong stone towers of architecture & a winding staircase which led up to the enclosed space; it was unlikely she would be bothered here, as she waited for her student, and it was unlikely they would be bothered once she arrived.
It was the perfect place for a lesson in mental discipline... In exploring the depths of one's mind. In altering the minds of others.
Penetrating emerald eyes adjusted instantaneously to the light and she blinked. If one stared too long, they would become lost in the strange nature of the windows to her near-immortal soul - as beautiful & lively as they were, they seemed permanently stained in fresh blood... tiny specks of red dotted her eyes, which might be difficult to identify until witnessed up close.
The Lady Archmage was dressed simply; dark-colored robes and a soft linen gown which seemed to spread out around her like a pool of dark water. Long silver hair cascaded down her shoulders in rivulets; like quicksilver, and moving faintly of its' own accord.
It was here that she would be waiting...
[member="Janick Beauchamp"]
More.
More Life. More Death. More Feeling.
More.
The arcane & sacred power she wielded rose up within her like a torrent... a violent explosion of emotion which shattered her conciousness, obliterating the darkness behind her eyelids as surely as a supernova might obliterate the never-ending darkness of space...
If for but a moment.
And slowly... she opened her eyes.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
There was silence, stretching out around the pale-skilled elf for what seemed like ages - light years. Distance & time. Neither mattered to her. The silence had been why she'd chosen this place... a secluded corner, surrounded by strong stone towers of architecture & a winding staircase which led up to the enclosed space; it was unlikely she would be bothered here, as she waited for her student, and it was unlikely they would be bothered once she arrived.
It was the perfect place for a lesson in mental discipline... In exploring the depths of one's mind. In altering the minds of others.
Penetrating emerald eyes adjusted instantaneously to the light and she blinked. If one stared too long, they would become lost in the strange nature of the windows to her near-immortal soul - as beautiful & lively as they were, they seemed permanently stained in fresh blood... tiny specks of red dotted her eyes, which might be difficult to identify until witnessed up close.
The Lady Archmage was dressed simply; dark-colored robes and a soft linen gown which seemed to spread out around her like a pool of dark water. Long silver hair cascaded down her shoulders in rivulets; like quicksilver, and moving faintly of its' own accord.
It was here that she would be waiting...
[member="Janick Beauchamp"]