Post by Omarion on Nov 8, 2009 18:02:39 GMT -5
Armor resting on his muscled body made no sounds whatsoever as the Cerys angel stayed stone still in the room. He was almost but another statue among the marble and stone that was the temple. His attention was on Elysia, forest shaded eyes never leaving the rival Hazel Iris as she spoke. Once more she spoke of a fair warning, attempting to steer him to others, but he would not be dissuaded to easily. His breathing was steady but his jade orbs were locked with a resolved that was set in stone. Not one word from her lips would budge him, as if he was a mountain breaking the path of the wind. Dual axes hung loosely from his hips as the wind howled through the temple. The wonders of how the structure stayed afloat on nothing was lost to him as the female angel in front of him finally finished her speech.
It was admirable that she was attempting to turn him away, but this was not just another battle for Omarion. This was a matter of his future, this would inevitably lead to whether he would have Elysia’s hand or not. In truth, every battle fought on the scorching sands, or in the deep valleys of Rechareck, he was getting stronger. The lessons from his childhood had paid him well in the campaigns, but the actual combat experience was what he needed. In truth, in the back of his mind, every battle he’d fought had been leading up to this very moment. The time in which Elysia would either accept ,or decline his challenge. While she had not directly said no, she was still resistant to the accepted. Clearly, her previous challengers had a very slight effect on possible future challenges. Right here and now, the strategist was going through the effects of this firsthand.
Her words about acceptance from the others of his clan could possibly be true, but over his centuries of combat he’d garnered a respect in his judgment. It was because of this trust in his judgment that he led armies into battle and effectively drew up battle plans that had the enemy in retreat before they knew what was going on. If it was her hand that he was after, and if he did inevitably win it, she would be accepted just for the sheer fact that it was him who wanted her. If anyone even voiced their complaints, it was easy enough to go through the marital trials of his clan. Not only would that induct her into the Cerys, but would make the union acceptable to others. Omarion had thought this threw beforehand and already had investigated all the angles that were presented to him.
Although, he did not rise to his position by simply giving up, even when the odds were stacked against him. Many a time in the arena’s of his homeland would he find himself outnumbered with little to no support in the current situation. Yet even then, he would triumph and once again make his father and clan proud. Just the memories of those days and night reinforced his firm stance on Elysia. Words began to form at the barest edges of his mind. With careful precision as if he was constructing a masterpiece, he slipped each word in its appropriate place as he stared at the angelic beauty so close to him. Eyes narrowed slightly for but a few moments, but loosened just as quickly. He would not be turned away from the woman he’d wanted to be by his side for so many years. A simple adjustment was made as the Cerys warrior crossed arms over his chest and let his eyes bore into Elysia’s.
“Outcast you are, but it is because of that title that I even challenge you for your hand. I see no others that can eve compare to you when it comes to the definition of an angelic warrior. “ Weapons, armor, disposition were numb features as he continued to speak coolly, not a smile or smirk on his face. He was etched out of stone, the only evident thing being his resolve on the situation. “Ever since that day in the arena, I have been working to raise high enough in my own personal skill to be able to defeat you. It is not a battle I expect to win easily, if you do indeed accept it. “He paused for a moment, the next few words, an uncharacteristic sort for him. “If there is another you may attempt to point her out, but your radiance as an angel outshines all others. “
It was admirable that she was attempting to turn him away, but this was not just another battle for Omarion. This was a matter of his future, this would inevitably lead to whether he would have Elysia’s hand or not. In truth, every battle fought on the scorching sands, or in the deep valleys of Rechareck, he was getting stronger. The lessons from his childhood had paid him well in the campaigns, but the actual combat experience was what he needed. In truth, in the back of his mind, every battle he’d fought had been leading up to this very moment. The time in which Elysia would either accept ,or decline his challenge. While she had not directly said no, she was still resistant to the accepted. Clearly, her previous challengers had a very slight effect on possible future challenges. Right here and now, the strategist was going through the effects of this firsthand.
Her words about acceptance from the others of his clan could possibly be true, but over his centuries of combat he’d garnered a respect in his judgment. It was because of this trust in his judgment that he led armies into battle and effectively drew up battle plans that had the enemy in retreat before they knew what was going on. If it was her hand that he was after, and if he did inevitably win it, she would be accepted just for the sheer fact that it was him who wanted her. If anyone even voiced their complaints, it was easy enough to go through the marital trials of his clan. Not only would that induct her into the Cerys, but would make the union acceptable to others. Omarion had thought this threw beforehand and already had investigated all the angles that were presented to him.
Although, he did not rise to his position by simply giving up, even when the odds were stacked against him. Many a time in the arena’s of his homeland would he find himself outnumbered with little to no support in the current situation. Yet even then, he would triumph and once again make his father and clan proud. Just the memories of those days and night reinforced his firm stance on Elysia. Words began to form at the barest edges of his mind. With careful precision as if he was constructing a masterpiece, he slipped each word in its appropriate place as he stared at the angelic beauty so close to him. Eyes narrowed slightly for but a few moments, but loosened just as quickly. He would not be turned away from the woman he’d wanted to be by his side for so many years. A simple adjustment was made as the Cerys warrior crossed arms over his chest and let his eyes bore into Elysia’s.
“Outcast you are, but it is because of that title that I even challenge you for your hand. I see no others that can eve compare to you when it comes to the definition of an angelic warrior. “ Weapons, armor, disposition were numb features as he continued to speak coolly, not a smile or smirk on his face. He was etched out of stone, the only evident thing being his resolve on the situation. “Ever since that day in the arena, I have been working to raise high enough in my own personal skill to be able to defeat you. It is not a battle I expect to win easily, if you do indeed accept it. “He paused for a moment, the next few words, an uncharacteristic sort for him. “If there is another you may attempt to point her out, but your radiance as an angel outshines all others. “