Soul's Song (Prologue 2)

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Shifting slowly then picking up some momentum, the chorus of figures poured their voices into a wordless and seemingly ancient song. Mysterious and heavy, the tune drifted through the tranquil night air, ripping through the silence like a dull blade. Increasing ever so gradually, the voices crescendoed to a climax. And in their midst the young man stiffened; his fit of shivers momentarily halted.

"Mother of love embrace me... father of light protect thy child... mother of love..." he whispered hoarsely, over and over again. The litany ran off his lips in a desperate stream, while all around him, the men stopped singing one by one.

And silence reigned once more.

A tear streaked face jerked upwards to look at the face of the man who had put him through all this. And at the head of the circle, the old man robed in white pushed back his hood. His face shone with pride and relief as he steadily strode toward the young man on his knees.

"There has never been a happier day in this withered man's life. I welcome you my son," he bent down to whisper.

The reply was fiery, "How could you stand there knowing that I could have perished? How could you..." the young man choked off a sob.

"Please, this is was a test of faith child. A test that I knew..."

"You knew nothing!"

"Please child..."

His parting words were pained, "Leave me be father".

Sighing deeply, the old man and walked slowly back to his position in the circle, his eyes now shadowed with sadness. "We acknowledge His favour on you young Darran. And welcome you into the fold, we will. Rise brother, for the Song has chosen you".

Darran scrambled to his feet, keeping his head low to hide this tears. He was done, but the litany was on his lips once more.

"Mother of love embrace me... father of light protect thy child... "

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Art - Archangel

Archangel

"I suppose my idea of what angels are like is a bit different from the mainstream winged humanoids (though I suppose an angel could take any guise that suits it's mission). This is my attempt to depict one of the highest of these immense celestial beings in a partly humanoid form."

- Copyright Tiina 'Aarnia' Aumala (Link in Title)

Art - Upwelling

Upwelling

"well this picture came about because a friend of mine gave me painter... I did it all without reference to photos of scenes or anything so im pretty proud of the water effects :) i know there should be something there like a ship or something to show proportion but .. meh.. i didnt fee like it ;)The original of it it was 1500x1500 so there was major detail loss to comply with rules~sniff~ but its k :P any comments?"

- Copyright Ronan Mahon (Link in Title)

Soul's Song (Prologue 1)

This is just something to start off with

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IT was about to begin. The ring of heavily cowled men stood reverently still with their arms placed at their sides. High above, the pearly moon cast a soft luminence over those gathered in the clearing; firmly holding back the night's oppressive shadows. There was not a rustle in the still night air, nor even a whisper of expelled breath.

At the precise centre of the silent circle was a kneeling figure with his head bowed low. One could almost sense the agitation in his stillness, like a frightened animal ready to bolt. He was dressed in a simple grey woolen robe with its hood thrown back to expose a young, angular face. Dark black hair adorned the young man's head, glistening slightly in the moon's light and hanging down in front of the right half of his face, almost to the chin. His arms gripped the folds of his robe at the sides tighly, and a slight tigthening around his eyes revealed just how much strength he was exerting. It may not have been abject terror, but something was scaring him.

The quietude was broken, when a person in the ring lifted his hooded face to the sky. A hint of snowy white hair could be seen under the shadowed folds of an equally white hooded-robe. Suddenly a low note sounded from him, powered and projected by a resonant bass voice. Not long after, every member of the mysterious circle added their own voice to his, creating a minor chord of choral voices to pierce the silence of the night. They were oblivious to the young man on his knees, who had begun to shiver...

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To be continued...

New Beginnings; Art - Descent

Divine Is My Might

"Thorndike, with wings-n'-dings. All the manga-izedness and roboticness led me to putting it in Zone 47 instead of Loth, even tho it could fit in both really. Darnit, I wish you could see it at a bigger size, I put so much detail into the body that aren't noticeable.... :("

- Copyright Devon Cady-Lee (Link in Title)

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