LAST LIGHT | p, Ichigo

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CRYPTICWHISPER is an Angeli Divine, in the form of a 5ft Angeleon - he is of the exceedingly rare 'black Ichor' caste of which only a theorised handful exist [mine].
Currently he resides in Sunhaven as a hearthkeeper. Is considered 'fallen' by his 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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Mortal planes were always flavoured with their own chaos, he found.

it's often what invited the less desirable creatures to come and cause havoc - once long ago it had been their charge to deal with such occurrences from the trivial to the dangerous, to keep the fragile balance from spiralling too far out of control as their once designation as protectors, but time passes and their own conflicts with their supposed mortal enemy take precedent - or so they say.

the beast howls at him while he dodges away - claws gouging the earth as it's maw splits open - it shrieks at him with a noise that might send mortal souls quaking, but barely phases the divine beast - it's mouth gaping and shooting forwards in a sudden lurch to grasp at him.

there is a flash of silver as he moves upwards highlighted by the moon  that shimmers across his armour and the blade stabs down - through the mask - the beast collapsing in its forwards momentum, the cut off shriek a dying gurgling, twitching before it's still - he pulls the blade from its corpse, flicks it to lance away the vile blood before he sheaths it - the corpse beginning to degrade, melting almost.

its almost refreshing for an easy fight against such beasts, ones who would consume the mortals here if given the chance, body and soul,  - hes become far too adept at eliminating his once allies lately that this is preferred - he tries not to dwell on that too much.

Cryptic eyes the body in its slow disintegration and wonders idly what else will crawl up from the numerous abysses - ut given whom else resides in this refuge, he knows these creatures would have followed - especially where mortals are concerned - though fr what they label them, the reapers had another, hollow? wasn't it.

he grimaces at where the last of it degrades - the moon highlighting his silver frame and almost an imperceptible tinge ine the air where violent aura of purple-black enshrouding multiple wings wavers briefly, a dark angel is an omen to some, here he is a silent watcher again it seems - but then his eyes flicker to the side

"I hope I didn't step on your toes disposing of the beast?" he asks mildly, fully aware most don't take kindly to intrusions on their jobs as it were.

[member=2635]| ICHIGO KUROSAKI |[/member]

[align=center][glow=grey,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]ALONE WITH THIS VISION, GO TELL THE WORLD, THAT I'M STILL ALIVE[/glow]

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