Shotacon -



Name: Lei Von Juval

Race: Necromancer

Age: 569

Height: 6' 6”

Weight: 140 lbs

Hair: Black, strait, down to butt, in a pony, bangs are the same length as the rest of his hair but outside the pony

Eyes: Icy blue

Skin: Deathly pale

Build: Slight but with enough muscle to avoid looking skeletal

Clothes: Simple black dress shirt split to the bottom of the ribs in the front with slight frills at the wrists. Skin tight black leather pants down to ankles, black pointed toe shoes with no visible laces or fastenings of any kind.

Accessories: White gold pendant with a large green stone, circular in shape, set into it dangling from a white gold chain around his neck.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Can summon, reviver, and control all dead creatures. Repertoire includes Skeletons, Zombies, Vampires, and various other undead creatures.

General Personality: Seemingly uninterested in most anything in the world. Believing that he has seen/done everything there is to do in this world, he simply sits back and waits for amusement to come to him.

Background: As the youngest necromancer ever recorded in history, only 23 at the time of his transformation into immortality, many of his kind have shied away from him from early on, seeing him as either too powerful, or too young, to truly be trusted. He has lived the past several hundred years in a woods occupied mostly by dead trees and undead animals that he himself animated.





Arc Angel -



Name: Azael Heladyn

Race: Elf

Age: 348

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 150 lbs

Hair: Pale blonde, straight, and shoulder length

Eyes: Light grey with a blue-green mix of coloring

Skin: Slightly-bronzed ivory

Build: Slender with muscle tone

Clothes: A simple white blouse of a light material drapes his upper body, held by a deep brown leather vest that wraps more firmly to his chest. His pants are a casual-fitting deep brown fabric to match the vest, with a blank band wrapping around one of his knees to hold an extra dagger. He also wears leather boots and a small messenger bag of sorts at his side.

Accessories: Three small, golden rings loop through his left ear, two through his right. He wears a bag at his waist that contains a couple of small daggers and a short sword is tucked into a leather sheath that is strapped across his back.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Can connect mentally with certain animals in given circumstances, minimal healing capabilities, and proficient skill with blades.

General Personality: Generally optimistic and well-mannered, loyal and protective, and passionate about life. Can be stubborn at times and isn't find of disappointing people.

Background: He tends to get along well with his people, and is well-liked by all in the small kingdom he is from. However, he does not like any person in particular, himself. While he is a well-respected young man with a zest for life, he doesn't favor becoming closer to others or spending much time at home. He currently works as a messenger between kingdoms-- the perfect reason for him to also take up the occasional spying mission.


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Lei sits motionless atop the tallest tower of his palace. The wind whipping across his skin carries a bite of cold, but he feels it not. He hair whips with each gust, sreaming out to his side like a flag, and each gust threatens to push him off the tower. Atop the battlement he looks out over his realm. The dead woods stretching on for miles, the dry branches clacking against one another in the strong winds creating a chorus sounding much like skeletons on the march. It had been centuries since such a thing had occurred, but Lei remembers the sound well. It was from a time he still had the fire, the burn in his belly for going out, for doing.

Stretching he drops his left leg to join the right, hanging in midair off the edge of the battlement wall. The archer hole dotting the tower look like decrepit eyes, joining their master in his dismal observations of his dead world. Sending out his senses into the palace bellow he makes note of each and every one of his dead moving about, in rooms and corridors, going about the same business that had been over the endless days. Shifting to the outside he marks each and every animal moving about the woods as they would if they were alive. A long sigh heaves from the depths of the young necromancer's chest, almost seeming to crisp as it meet the cool air outside his body.

With a glance backwards a small tingle of something unidentifiable tingles through him as he once again observes his newest creation. Unlike most of the other dead, this one looks about, observing it's surrounding, dropping it's gaze when it meets his. 'My most natural looking creation. Even has all it's faculties intact. Though, being a vampire, it doesn't really matter. It is amusing, eating with something that consumes food the way I do. But still, it is just another dead thing' The beings standing behind him, holding tight to the open trap door that leads to the top of the battlement, meets it's master's eye for a split second before dropping it's gaze, ceasing all it's fidgeting.

Turning once again to look out over his land, an odd twinge stabs through his minds, catching his attention. Shifting his attention he narrows his focus on the source of the feeling. “Ah, interesting.” He murmurs.

From behind the creation speaks up, “Pardon Master? What is interesting?” Lei looks back at it, making it drop it's gaze once again.

“You will find out soon Mecuri. Go now, ready my Nightmare. We are going for a ride.” With a sharp nod the creation disappears down the trapdoor in a flash. The faint hint of a smile passes across Lei's face as he stands up, his eyes still locked on the little living figure crossing the boarder into his lands. 'Perhaps this will provide some amusement' he muses. Stepping backwards he drops on to the battlement and with a turn, he too vanishes down into the gaping maw of the trapdoor's opening.

The sunlight barely touched the earth in these parts, leaving Azael missing the warm strokes of its rays as he penetrated the dead woods ahead. Tugging his leather vest closer to his person, said elf heaved a sigh as his squinting eyes looked into the inhospitable wind and up at the towers looming over this wretched forrest. Why would anyone decide to live surrounded by death and the cold? What a miserable way to live. He had only just breached the land's border and yet he already felt sickened. Trudging on through the sharp wind, he nearly flinched at the unnerving crunch of dead branches beneath his feet. This place is a wasteland, only a necromancer would make such a waste of life.

What truly irked Azael came a little later, however, as he spied what appeared to be a fawn several yards away. Crouching carefully amongst the snapped branches of the dead trees, he observed the creature carefully. Its coat held none of it's kind's usual coloring, it's eyes were dull, and the movements it made about the small clearing were stiff in an eery fashion. He's been busy. Reanimating the animals in the area? A cringe came across his features at this thought. Sucking the life out and filling the emptiness with decrepit, living cadavers; that's what this necromancer seemed to be doing.

A sick feeling rooted itself in Azael's gut as he forced his gaze away from the undead fawn and the clearing surrounding it. Sighing softly, he leaned back a bit to rest along the trunk of one of the many trees of the area. Closing his eyes and tilting his head up for a moment, he cleared his mind and let the sick feeling pass on. Am I going to be alright with doing this? Staying here to watch it-- is this really necessary? I could simply report back on the undead forest life waltzing around and that should suit. He knew better than to let himself think that for long, however.

Still, Azael missed the true forest that he called home. That lovely place where the abundance of sunshine shimmered through the lush trees and wildlife- living wildlife- was everywhere. The sounds of thriving animals echoed throughout and there was no lack of shrubbery from which to collect berries, spice, or leaves with which to make healing ointments. An aura of calm filled the air there, and the earth was at peace. This location was more or less caught in a state of perpetual winter from the looks of it.

Shaking his head at himself, his back slid gracefully up the tree bark, and up into a standing position once more. I must continue. The elders will be impatiently awaiting my report on this creature. Adjusting the leather of his vest to fit tighter against his person, he would set off through the sea of trees. The cold nipped the back of his neck as the gusts of wind blew past him, leading his arms to wrap around his slender body in a means of helping keep him warm. Looking ahead of himself again, he kept his mind set on the towers of what must be a palace in the middle of this land, and trekked onwards.

Reaching up Lei pats the side of his mount's neck softly. It's thin almost skeletal structure gives it a sickly look, but the sheen of it's black coat is vibrant with health. The flames around it's feet, and what make up his mane, are small at the moment, the beast still a bit tired from it's swift awakening. With a few more pats, Lei smiles slightly, clucking his tongue. The flames leap up a little higher, hit's deep cobalt eyes showing a little glint of life. In response to the clicking it lowers it's front down so that the man can mount him. Throwing a leg over he braces as the beast stands back up. Lei looks to the young one standing a goodly number of steps away, watching. Holding a hand out he directs the one on the ground to his side. He complies with obvious hesitation. 'I think I am really beginning to enjoy the lack of mindlessness in this one. He's borderline disobedient. Interesting' With a hard pull he swings his creation on to the nightmare. As soon as he sure the passenger is sitting right and holding tight, he kicks his mount into a gallop.

They erupt from the dark stables into the half light outside the palace, the smell of death and decay fading into one of simple earth and bark. Spotting several wolves off to his right Lei sends them on ahead to give the intruder a little test. It doesn't take long for the two to reach a safe distance from the invader where they can continue on foot without being detected. Dismounting carefully, Lei reaches up and brings the other down carefully. The white trees around them creek as a stiff breeze blows through them. Lei takes a deep breath as the smell of flowers, and living flesh is carried to him along the air currents. The young one looks about, having never left the palace before a faint curiosity keeps his eyes and head moving. Repeated glances in Lei's direction ensures that he stays close to his creator.

Reaching out he touches a dead branch as they pass it. He snatches his hand back as it's rough nature aggravates his skin. His hands travel over many other things as they stalk closer to their goal. 'I wonder how this one liked my little greeting. My little ones were not sent to harm it, but if he is like many I know, I'm sure it wasn’t a pleasant meeting' At last he spots a flash of color through the tangle of branches ahead. The dead bush provides a decent cover which allows for him to creep up to the very edge of the clearing where his pets and the intruder are. Peeking through the branches Lei takes in the site of the elf beyond. The muted white and brown of his outfit brings a small smile to Lei's lips.

'The lack of flamboyance is intriguing. Usually I get multi colored “Heroes” with loud clothing and even louder voices. This is. . . . . .Refreshing seems to work here' His eyes glide over the rest of the being's form, taking in every detail. His smile stays set in place as he continues to watch the interactions between his little pets and the elf. His newest creation stands stock still beside him, afraid to move least he cause trouble for his master. Though his limbs do not move, his eyes are locked on the living creature. Deep within a low heat begins burning.

Crunch after sickening crunch, Azael would continue to make his way towards what he assumed was his destination. Of course, he couldn’t be quite sure, for no other messengers had been sent into this region purposefully before. None with the intention of spying on the supposed necromancer, anyways. At least he had been able to prove that assumption right in his short time there. Why not just head back now?

Pausing where he stood for a moment, he closed his eyes and rested in the silence of the dead trees. No sounds of nature dare lurk there, but without the bone-chilling crunch he could almost relax regardless. Upon opening his eyes again and looking up at the dreary sky, however, he changed his mind. Another small shiver shook through his body. He would blame the weather, but his subconscious would tell him otherwise. Still, pulling his leather vest in front of him more, he would wish he had worn something warmer.

I can’t keep stopping like this. The weather will not cease, but neither can I. Besides, the sooner I get back, the better. Nodding slightly to himself as if needing the reassurance, Azael would mean to take another step and move on. Something stopped him dead in his tracks. Turning his head suddenly to look behind him, he would stare harshly on over his shoulder for a quiet moment. It had been the slightest of rustles- the movement he had been able to pick up- but there were no other signs that he could read. Had there been any grass, the sound of bird calls, or anything of that sort he could’ve easily picked up on where to look. As it were, he couldn’t even be sure that he had indeed heard something he should be worrying about.

“Hello?” he called out nevertheless, then almost immediately murmured a curse at himself for being so foolish. For one, it weren’t as if there were any signals to him that a person where out there with him. There were no footsteps, no speaking, and no ways to ascertain what the origin of the noise could’ve been. Secondly, say someone were truly out there with him. Be it another of his kind, an undead servant, or the necromancer himself, did he expect them to reply to that? With what? ‘Hello, over here!’ That certainly wouldn’t be a likely outcome.

Sighing softly, he wrapped his arms around his slender form once again and looked back to what lay ahead of him. The stretch of land to the palace hadn’t seemed so far at first, but with the dreaded cold and presence of undead forest life, Azael was beginning to tire of this mission already. The dead life around him hung limp and crisp in the air and a small throbbing began in his head, as if telling his body to escape and find the warmth it would thrive in.

This was when Azael's belief that something had moved nearby when a pack of undead wolves made their appearance to his right, striking alert in the elf as he leapt backwards to avoid being bitten by one. So I wasn't hearing things, damnit! One of his hands moved behind him as he unsheathed his sword swiftly enough to deflect another attack by a wolf, which he then moved to slash at. The creatures circled him like a piece of prey, which unnerved him, but he would fight on and it would eventually become apparent that these wolves were certainly undead. "How am I supposed to move on like this?!" he murmured under his breath in frustration, a trickle of sweat beading on his forehead as the work out seemed to continue.

Watching for several minutes Lei finally tires of watching. His eyes drift to the one beside him. The intense look in it's eyes makes him smile. 'Seems he has at last found that part of himself. Well, all of his kind eventually do I suppose. Perhaps I should just feed this one to him. . . . .' His gaze wanders once again over to the elf working it's way around the clearing as it fights the wolves. A small part in the back of his mind tingles slightly, tipping his mind from simply letting the undead beside him drink his fill, to having a little fun of his own with it. With a small wave of his hand the pack backs off from the living one. Another wave sets them in a distant circle around him. They sit quietly, like well trained hunting dogs waiting for their master to throw them table scraps. He lets his mind drift to the one beside him, giving him a silent command to stay put, before he himself moves to the side, circling around the bush to enter the clearing.

He moves softly, looking over the elf while avoiding his eyes. Each step is slow and measured as he moves around the outside of the circle of wolves. Slight smile creeps on to his face, more to gauge the effect it has on the elf then any actual feelings of amusement. At last he stops along the furthest edge of the wolves from the elf and turns to look at him fully. At last his eyes trail up to meet those of the living creature, the smile still on his lips. “Why hello there stranger. I haven’t seen you around these parts before. Can I inquire as to what brings you here?” His voice is smooth as silk, his words soft with careful diction.

While distracted by the undead pack of wolves, Azael had hardly noticed the necromancer approaching until the creatures backed away from him. Confusion swept over his features, but he slowly moved to sheath his sword as it became obvious to him that attacking was no longer necessary. Not only had the Wolves backed away, but they maintained their circle and were now sitting quietly like obedient pups. Azael half expected them to be going their tails and panting as goofily as his own hunting dog acted, but he knew better than to let his thoughts drift that far. Hearing something move from the brush triggers his internal alert system once more, and he shifted swiftly to turn and face the man he now found walking around the wolves. This must be the puppet master that's been pulling their strings. Now, why call them off? He was sure he would've waried before too long, but running wouldn't have proved anything against a wolf-- even at his above average speed.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, the elf would watch him circle slowly, meanwhile stepping carefully on his own to keep his front facing him at all times. The quiet between the two was eery to him, but not so bad as it had been traveling alone in the stiff silence. At least there was movement involved now. The smile drifting up along the other's face drew Azael's muscles to tense slightly, his jaw setting as if sternly, clearly on some sort of edge. Not only was he away from home, but he was completely out of his element, chilled to the bone, fatigued from travel, and lightly scuffed and panting from fighting off the wolves. Staring down the man as he smiled at him was the least comforting thing that probably could've happened. He took tat thought back a moment later, of course, when their eyes met and he spoke.

While his tone was smooth enough to be honey, Azael also felt a threat sticking to his gut as he acknowledged the words that were spoken. Letting off a breathy sigh first, he would force his body to relax once more. It took him a moment to collect himself before he spoke up in reply. "Hello," he began oddly, voice carrying a warm quality nevertheless, "I am a messenger from my king. He wishes for me to deliver a scroll to the kingdom just to the east. This region is a bit of a short cut, if you will. I became sidetracked by your... pets." He spoke politely enough, and his tone maintained its warmth throughout despite his disgust. What did roll off of his tongue quite oddly, however, was his declaration of the wolves as this man's pets. Azael was hesitant to accept the idea of wildlife belonging to anyone, especially in the afterlife.

Lei watches as the boy's muscles jump beneath his skin. The elf's tenseness is obvious but as he speaks Lei once again has an odd tug in his gut. 'Ah, so brave. A lair, but so noble as heart I'm guessing. Perhaps I should play along a bit' Folding his arms behind his back the necromancer responds. “I see. A shortcut you say? I suppose you must not be from anywhere nearby then. You see, it is common knowledge that entering these woods is unsafe at best, and quite often fatal.” Tilting his head to the side he adds, “I would think that being dead would be quite a time consuming state to be in.” Behind the bush he'd walked out from, the vampire stays dead still, but it's blood races faster and faster each time the living creature in front of it moves ever so slightly. He can almost feel a whine in the back of his throat in his wanting to rush forward and claim the elf.

Azael remains tense through the moments of silence between their words, eyes firm upon the other as his feet skim across the ground lightly to shift his weight. The small crunches set forth by this minimal movement brought him to cringe inwardly once more. This discomfort he felt in the surrounding area as well as the words spoken by the man before him set a bit of a pit in his stomach, a shiver cutting sharply up along his back once more. 'He seems to already know why I'm here. Why play along? Is this fun?' His assumptions about what the other was thinking seemed to be correct given his next words. Muscles tensing once more, he tried in vain to relax himself as he looked on at the other cautiously. Words didn't come easily to him as he tried to manage a reply, speaking hesitantly now, "Yes, you're correct in assuming that I don't frequent this region." Yet, no words came in reply to the other's words on death. Involuntarily, he takes a step backwards and away from the man. "That's unfortunate for travelers. You wouldn't happen to know anything about these incidents, would you? Wolves reached them, perhaps?" His gaze hardened into a stare at the other man, words with a hint of accusation beyond their natural warmth.

The hint of a true smile twitches at the corner's of Lei's mouth. 'He plays the game well. I thought to feed him to my pets when I tired of this exchange, but perhaps, there is more amusement to be had here. . . . . .' Not skipping a beat an innocent look crosses his face. “Well, I have a few ideas on that matter. I'm not sure if they're right, but I suppose I could tell you anyway.” Gesturing around to the wolves on all sides of the elf he says in innocent tone, “I suppose that these here may be the cause of several of the deaths. You see, there' are an awful lot of them in this forest, and I do suppose that they get hungry with so little to feed on inside the forest itself.” Bringing his hand up once more he holds it out to the bush his newest hides behind.

The vampire's blood pulses as he feels his Master calling him forward. Eyes still locked on the elf it makes it's way slowly to it's the necromancer's side. Lei puts a hands softly on it's shoulder. “The, there are other beasts in the forest such as this one that may have sought out amusement in the blood letting. Over all, I would say a need to feed is causing the disappearances.” Lei strokes a hand through the young one's hair. Though it's body is that of one in their late teens, his newly reborn nature has made him as much of a child as a toddler in some respects.

Seeing the hint of a smile catch the necromancer's mouth, a shrill shiver slithered roughly down along Azael's back. Now he knew for sure that he had truly backed himself into a corner, here. The other's amusement wasn't difficult for him to assume, but he knew all too well his own discomfort at this point. Again, he shifted his weight. His feet yearned to carry him away from this barren forest and back onto the true, sun-touched earth, and likewise, his gut ached with an instinct telling him to follow that yearning. His sense of duty was the only sense told him otherwise. His jaw clenched itself shut so as not to speak further as he was presented with the fact that the wolves may indeed be the source of said deaths. Had he been in different circumstances, Azael would have liked to call out the evil creature and its wretched subordinates for their cruel deeds.

These words Azael had bottled up inside nearly choked him at the sight of the vampire making its way to the necromancer's side. 'There's no warmth here, no touch of sun on its skin... and I presume I'm to become its next meal.' One of his feet reached backwards again, but this time as he glanced over his shoulder, he realized a fatal error in doing so. He was nearly upon the ring of wolves. Misstepping to correct his movements, he instead stumble forwards, catching himself on his knees as he looked up at the two standing before him. Azael swallowed hard under their gazes. "If I knew no better, I would say that I was to become the next source of this blood letting," he spoke in a soft voice, though coldly now as he stared hard up at the vampire. Bracing himself for the worst, his muscles were tensed, and he tried clearing his mind to prepare himself for whatever torment might be upon him.

The Master's pet ached to reach down and draw the elf in, to feed on it, but the Master instead sent him and order. And for this creature, there is no way to defy orders. Reaching it's hand out it mutters a simple incantation. Though no visible magics leave his fingers, the elf is none the less overcome by a powerful Charm spell. Lei smiles, a true smile. “Well now, you are a smart one. You just may be the next to spill blood in this forest, but not yet. . . . .” Lifting a hand he motions for the vampire to bring the elf along. With a low hum he calls the elf to it's feet. A light haze covers it's eyes as the elf follows behind the undead and it's creator.

Lei lets his mind wander as they walk back to where he'd left his Nightmare. 'It has been so long, I wonder what I should do with it. I was just going to let the little one feed from him then leave the corpse for my pets. . . . .I wonder. . . . . .' Casting a glance over his shoulder at the elf, it's blank stare still hinting at it's keen eyes despite the powerful spell it's under, Lei's eyebrows furrow together in concentration. 'Just like any other, isn't it?' Shaking off troubling thoughts he looks forward once again. Within seconds he spots his mount through the trees. After a quick neck pat he slides up into the saddle. Drawing the elf into the saddle in front of him he looks tot he vampire. “Fly beside me.” he murmurs. The boy nods before his feet leave the ground without a sound.

Turning his mount he feels the warm body between his arms. The alien feeling sends chills up his arms The smells coming off the elf are likewise alien, making his nose wrinkle. The Nightmare springs forward, reaching top speed in no time, flames licking the ground where it's hooves land. Besides the hoof beats the trip is silent, the vampire keeping pace alongside his master. When they reach the castle Lei swiftly dismounts, ordering the Nightmare cared for, and for the boy to bring the elf to the dungeon and locking him up before removing the spell. The boy bows before moving to do so. Lei makes his way through the stone corridors, seeking out the comfort of his favorite chair in the den. The walls are bare of the usual lavish decorations one would expect in such a grand castle, and even the den has little furnishings. Sinking into his plush chair of dark blue he summons a few skeletons to light the fireplace before ordering them out. With a sigh, he simply relaxes, letting his mind go blank for a time.

Despite his previously cleared mind, Azael found himself swiftly taken ahold of by some unknown presence. His own body wouldn't work quite as it should. He was vaguely aware of how the surrounding temperatures felt to his skin, the inhospitable roughness of the ground under his feet, and heard the words spoken to him as clear as day-- he didn't however, have the ability to react any longer. Instead he was to continue simply staring up at the necromancer coldly as he understood his words. While they had some hint of hope in them for his future, he had his doubts that his impending imprisonment would go as well as it possibly could. Azael briefly contemplated this, but his mind too began to feel a grogginess that mocked the incapability of his body and from then out he was only vaguely aware of what was going on.

His ability to think clearly or control his body had been stripped from him, but as sure as he was somewhat aware of his surroundings, he was able to pick up the unearthly coldness of the other's body as he sat in front of him. This feeling was the only to accompany the silence throughout his transport, but his mind whirred away at itself as he attempted desperately to comprehend just what was happening. Had he fallen asleep? Heavens, no, but it had certainly felt that way. His senses only seemed to come back instinctually as he suddenly became aware that he was to be locked away somewhere, but he was unable to stop this. His body movements slowed as they neared the cage ( I assume that's alright, but if you had a different preference of how he was locked away, feel free to change that ), but he still didn't have enough of a handle on the situation to take over his body once more.

Once inside the enclosed space, however, it seemed that he suddenly came to. Eyes widening as he drew in a sharp breath of surprise, he would look around quickly, alert and clearly in a bit of a panic. If one were to have caught an insect in a jar, Azael would later muse, it may have acted the same. Taking two of its sturdy bars into his hands, he let out an animalistic yell of anger and attempted to shake, pull, and even stretch them. No luck was to be his that day. After a few minutes of this, he forced himself into a calm and slowly slid down with his back against the bars to sit there limply. It was only then that he would be able to fully collect himself and remember all that had happened while he was under the spell, leading a soft growl-like noise from his throat. 'How did I allow all of this to happen?' Another thought struck him as he again looked around at his surroundings in a calculating manner, the idea of seeing no window in sight drawing a sick feeling to his gut. This man - this creature - that had locked him up was asking for hell, and Azael planned nothing other than to deal it. After he found a way out, that was. Again and again his keen eyes scanned over the room, but nothing was to be found that would be of use.