by Teddy » Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:21 pm
Xariso struggled to his feet. How long had it been? How long had he lain near death and struggled to live? "Eh. Like that matters NOW." He took a look at himself in a nearby pool of water.
Xariso still looked as old as he did, in his middle teens. However, his robes were shredded, and his cape was all but non-existant. His red eyes had dialated, the blood-like hue taking up the whole of his eyes. His hair was still in mint condition, rose-red locks hanging at his shoulders. But what REALLY saddened him was his wings. They were nearly gone, only phantom images on his back.
"I've work to do. I can worry about all this later." And with that, Xariso started to search for anything living in his... Dump. Or spirits he could make into new minions.
Ohahaha. Oh, Xia.
I think if I ever met the Troubled Hubble lead singer, I would look into his eyes, then lean in and kiss him passionately. Several times. -Karubidiumeleaux`