The Quest For The Nine Black Swords; Curse of Melancholy

Ooc: lol, you spelled it right.

Sessamaru wandered the road, the dawn passing with its eerie coolness. The sun was purple as the sky differed in colour, his eyes were a strange shade as his skin and hair took on a purple hue. He sighed. This new world was strange to him. He continued to walk, towards the Heart, hearing and feeling the malevolent pulse of the soul-eating blades. This frightened him more than a little.

 

Kretze was following Sessamaru he could hear something in his mind gradualy getting louder, it wasn't clear yet

 

The pulse got faster and faster, the demonic cry of the blades rattled his mind! He shook off the fear, away with the urge to scream and cry. He continued to walk towards the terrors, the nightmares, his mind focused on one thing... To rid the world of the swords. The Fable Stone at the Heart, too, cry... In sorrow, in its own demise... The Stone was beginning to lose its very soul. "Vile... Sad..." He whispered, eventually seeing a black and red aura.

 

The voice in Kretze's mind was clear now, it was an order from the blades that mingled with threats of what happens if he refused to use them, he ignored them the suppresion herbs seem to suppress more than just memories.

 

The blades radiated with an awry cold, white light, their black tendrils dancing about, caressing the Fable Stone teasingly. Sessamaru stopped, staring at the blade. Twilight was dawning. Or was it? He looked up again, noticing that nothing in the heavens have moved. There was no wind, no air. Time has stopped here. Everything was grey, white, and black. He heard a tune in the air. A piano. A soft moving symphony. He also heard something else. An angelic chorus. Speaking the Forgotten tongue? Sessamaru seemed to waver, hacking up a terrible cough as he slumped to his knees. "What is this madness?" He askd through each coughing spasm, blood splurting past his lips.

 

Kretze ran over to Sessamaru and stood on his knees, "Whats wrong?", he asked in an alarmed tone

 

"My malady..." he whispered, yearning for an elixer to make his blood thicker and his throat and lungs cleaner. His warm skin became hotter than the norm, sweat breaking out as he coughed his life's blood onto the dirt of the timeless wood, the Fable Stone dying, the sword becoming powerful. "Let me rest, friend... Let me rest for a moment," He whispered, his voice hoarse. His black lids grew heavy. The music of the wood became a lullaby, a horrific lullaby. Sessamaru fell over to his side, fast asleep with exhaustion. His breathing became labourous gasps.

 

Kretze stood up looking for the source of what was doing this, he couldn't hear anything the herbs where blocking the soundsof the sword somehow.

 

Lost in the void, that I am, resting. I hear a voice. An angel? A devil? I know not. I rise from my resting place... What resting place? I wander the void, the darkness... the light? I walk, searching for what I must, or who I must, my hand at my blade... No blade? This place confuses that, that is me. The voice is more coherent, a lovely, feminine voice. She asks me questions.

"My belove Sessy, please, come to me? I'll be gentle with you if you are of me, I promise," She says, her beautiful voice luring. I am tempted to grasp what she asks, but I know not. I am truly confused. I look closer, not seeing a shape or form, questions upon my lips. But they escape me. Only one question remains for me to ask.

"What must I do?" I ask.

"Grasp me, wield me, use me to your very whim. Forget yourself, as I will remember for you," She replies sincerely. This warmed my heart, takes away my fever, my demonic malady. Everything becomes dark. Or bright? I feel like something is moving...

Sessamaru rises in a trance-like state, walking towards the black sword, its lure powerful. The blade calls to Sessamaru, reeling him in like a fish. His hand outstretched, the albino reaches for the blade.

Shadowbane, that is my name...

 

Kretze grabs Sessamaru's hand and puts raw suppression herbs in his mouth, "Ignore it, dround it out, use these", he said pulling Sessamaru's hand back

 

Ooc: My mouth or your's? XD

Sessamaru was still in a trance, his spirit stored away into the very recesses of his mind. The albino haulted, though, pausing as he drew the crystal sword. A sword whose blade could not cut a fly. The blade shown an ominous red light, the red and black fog within the blade dancing madly about. Sessamaru swung the sword heavily back at Kretze.

 

OOC: yours lol

BIC: Kretze leapt back drawing his syth blocking the blade out of reflexes

 

Ooc: lol, nice.

Sessamaru's possessed body hacked the herb out, blood covering it. His body didn't falter. It was as if he were a zombie! The puppet walked backwards, towards the sword. Steps were precise, stance was accurate. His hand held outright, preparing the grasp the sentient blade. The black lids opened, revealing red, pupil-less orbs, the skin's tone and hue were grey as his hair darkened to a shadowed blue. His head cocked upwards.

 

Kretze couldn't get close again he knew now that he was no match for Sessamaru

 

Ooc: Come now! Don't be so modest! :(

His hand clasped around the deadly hell-blade, a black flaming aura danced around the blade, screams of thousands of souls screaming their deadly keen. The blade finally formed. It was a greatsword, a sapphire at its pommel. The red runes upon the blade's edge shined ominously. The blade was oddly thin and single-edged. He stepped forward, holding both blades, the black blade seemingly heavy.

 

Kretze started to wlak backwards his syth dropped to his side he was able to feel the power of the sword, his mind felt like splitting in two.

OOC: ok now he definetly can't take you XD

 

"Now now, child, come back here," He spoke in a dual-tone voice. Sessamaru took a step forward, his hair dancing like a flame. He extended the blade outward "I'll cleanse you of your fears, I promise," He remarked slightly, his eyes shifting to the left. A nervous habit.

 

Kretze kept going backwards, "I'm not falling for such a trick" he said putting a brave face on

 

"It's no trick," he whispered, more closer to Kretze. His voice was more sincere and honest than any skilled liar could ever have. "I promise, all your troubles and fears will come to an end." Sessamaru's eyes fall to the right this time, looking at the scythe near his foot. It shifted back to the left.

 

Kretze raised his syth, he was unsure of what speed or strength the sword gave Sessamaru. He kept moving backwards.