ext_260354 ([identity profile] redhot.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-02-13 09:53 pm

Moses and the Burning Bush. [Closed]

Character(s): Axel, Kadaj.
Content: Axel plans on trying to capture a subject for his private endevours.
Setting: Ouside the "Fortess of Darkness".
Time: Late Tuesday night.
Warnings: None yet.

Now Moses was tending the flock of Jethro his father-in-law, the priest of Midian, and he led the flock to the far side of the desert and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. There The Angel of the Lord appeared to him in flames of fire from within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire it did not burn up. So Moses thought, "I will go over and see this strange sight - why the bush does not burn up.”

It actually hadn’t taken Axel long to find the establishment. While it was a risk to go beyond the borders of the city, it was one he knew he must take; for the good of science, for the good of his own Heart that waited patiently for him a great reach away. He could locate this fortress, but not that, but it would do, because he knew all in all it would become a simple stepping stone on the path leading to his desire.

Axel slunk through the stretches of grassy field beyond the Muspelheim gates. It was a dry, airy grassland, but the night was frigid and bitter, and it was very uncomfortable for a creature of his composure – his very being was satiated upon a single flame burning within him. Slowly, his black-coated form moved through the plains, the vague, chilled wind brushing along his clothing and hair.

He came upon the fortress and stopped a ways away, but close enough for him to observe quietly. Crouching down under the brush, Axel observed the area like a lion sizing up its prey. He felt an odd thump in his chest and tensed—and suddenly, somewhere between him and the house of darkness, a single flame ignited amongst the grasses.

[identity profile] argentum-basium.livejournal.com 2006-02-14 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Kadaj stopped dead in his tracks, eyes fixed on the fire as it moved into that peculiar shape and drew closer. If he had been a cat, his hackles would be raised and he'd be hissing at it, but instead he forced himself to tear his eyes away from it long enough to look around for whoever was controlling it. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew who it was, really, and he let his hand drift slowly to his sword, eyes still darting about.

"I know you're there," he said in carrying tones, resisting the urge to curse the fact that he had completely ruined his night vision by staring so intently at the flame. "Come out, Axel."