SILVER SUN | Joining

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CRYPTICWHISPER is an Angelus Divine, in the form of a 5ft Angeline (which range from 4 to 6ft) - he is of the exceedingly rare 'black Ichor' caste of which only a theorised handful exist [mine].
Currently he resides in Sunhaven and is considered 'fallen' by his divine brethren for his renegade status. Aura and abilities are black-purple as is signature to black Ichor caste. Wears silver-black 'black star' armour & wields the Eclipse Sword.

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A shooting star passes overhead - strangely hued an almost pink-ish white, hounding after it are several more before a pulsing flash in the night and suddenly it as if nothing in the heavens above was ever disturbed - save then the distant noise as the first star fell to earth.

something strange crawls from the crater before a shimmer and the strange black aura vanishes - replaced by a monotone feline of unusual size wearing ornate silver-black armour pieces heaving their self up from the impact site, breathing heavily.

where?

eerie slitted blue-hued eyes glance across the grounds before the figure opens their mouth and says to itself "♩#♬#!♭/♭\\♮♮" in what sounds musical in language but it's harsh like a curse.

Cryptic does not know where he has ended up - only that it is the mortal plane - hounded as he had been by his once brethren for abandoning them and their 'just' cause - he grimaces - feh, just cause, it's genocide with a prettier name and he knows all to well they'll backstab him soon enough - or try.

and if he's ever to find Vanta, he'll need to be alive and without a cadre of watchers.

but first - where is he?

he shifts out of the crater, aware of the small purple-black flames still dancing in the embers behind him - a sweep of his tail extinguishes them and night eats up the minimal light they once cast - his ears prick forward and catches the distant sounds of civilisation - or at least a small group.

he rolls his shoulders - relieved his armour is intact but then forged as it was it wouldn't be so easily harmed and noting his sword is still secured to his back despite the fall - heh, fall, he supposes thats what they've labelled him as now but he brushes the thought away moving towards the sounds of minor activity - it is night after all, it would make sense not many would be out and about, unless this was a colony of solely night based activity.

[align=center][glow=purple,2,300]THE SILVER SHADOW[/glow]

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[glow=purple,2,300]C R Y P T I C W H I S P E R[/glow]

[glow=purple,2,300]ALL THESE THINGS ARE NOW BEFORE ME, ENDLESS DEATH OR TIMELESS GLORY[/glow]

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