Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140308011213

Nox walked over to his bag, and pulled out his flute. The whitewood woodwind instrument was held delicately, almost as if he was afraid of harming it. A softer smile crept across his features, and the mercenary slipped outside. His weapon was removed, and set in front of him. The others stashed across his figure joined it rather quickly, until he was unarmed.

The midnight eyes closed, his breathing evened out as he brought the flute to his lips. And he began to play, a slow, haunting melody that began to pick up pace. Images began flashing through his mind as the tempo increased. Images of combat, the preperation of war. Pictures of Umbra, of Cobalt, of his friend Kasumi, of the staff at Aurora. And...images of her. The views he had gotten, the image of her body, relaxing. Her beautiful, delicate features chuckling with mirth, a smile on her features. He let these images roll over his mind, allowed them to take the centerfold of his consciousness. And began softly draping them in chains. The music flowing from the flute became pulsing, invigorating, a song of battle and war.

''Neither heaven nor hell....no man or beast...no mercy, no quarter. Nothing shall escape my blade, not until this contract is fulfilled. My life is my own, bound only by the contracts I deem worthy. My pack is my family, mine to guard and protect. My sword is my claws, my mind my teeth. Winter has no affect on my heart, for it is already frozen. Blood is rain, flesh is an obstical to be removed. My life is my own. Mine to give. Mine to live. And if I die, on this fight. Then I shall know, that my family will not worry, on this cold Winter Night.''

The words came unbidden to his mind, and when his eyes flashed open, they were colder than a glacier, as uncaring as the water that ravages rock, and unbreaking as the stone that shapes the world. It was poetic, and brutal. A mix of beautiful night irises, that turned into the blackest ice. At least, until he laid eyes on her, fingers still dancing along the wood as air was pushed through the instrument. And he watched with interest in her preperations.