Thread: Girl's Got It Bad (Reserved)

To Begin Again Nights were a magical thing. Magical more when under the trance of a full moon. It is said that humans become more active at night under the effects of the glowing guardian and that they behave... Strangely. Not only this but it's also the most opt time for strange things to happen. Strange though is only a relative term for some believe things are never coincidence, like when in a role play where two or more people control what is to happen. Others believe the purpose is something more mystical, like that of a god or goddess. Others don't even care, just accepting what was happening. Scythe was a little bit of them all and like wise none of them. He was never a person to care for much dealing with the threads of fates. To contradict this, he was never a go-with-the-flow type either. Scythe was more or less an enigma. He was a mystery of untold power and thus put him on the relative level of a fathomable god. Scythe was smarter than that though. A god wouldn't be within the confines of thought of man, they would be so much more than any mortal could fathom. Their powers would melt a person's mind from shear... power. These things seldom crossed his mind except for rare moments, opting rather to live life in his way. On this night, this very night he explored the depths of a lake said to hold myth in its waters. On the night of a full moon it is said that a certain beast rises from the lakes and seduces a young woman. Scythe, with the ability to hold his breath for immortal amounts of time, swam every inch of this fraudulent lake and found nothing. Starting in the hours where the sun kissed the horizon, he swam through every nook and every cranny to find what mortal men spoke so highly of. Like most legend, he found nothing. He was however expecting this, not even disappointed or angry. Simply he was content with being proven correct, swimming up to the glowing orb breaking the water's surface. Taking him only a moment to breach, he drew a breath of the crisp air and flipped his magnificent white hair backwards. With his hair pushed back from his face, he wiped the water from his face to ease vision. His glowing blue eyes set sight on where he put his clothing, swimming towards the small cave he used. Traversal was very quick, Scythe putting his incredible body to good use. The splashes his hands made were minimal, unearthly quiet. Finding the edge of the water, his foot stepped onto the mud and pushed him from the lake. Ah He sighed, stretching. His body a frame of six foot eleven, three hundred and twenty pounds of the purest muscle. Scyle was a perfectionist and his body wonderfully reflected this. His flesh pale and covered in a light, glowing green-ish blue. There was a pulse to it like it lived, pumping a mystical substance through his body. Was it a liquid like ink? Was it an illusion of masterful artistic skill? Only one person knew and he never told. He was such a cold person Scythe. Hardly close to anyone since his mother's passing, having never even known of his father save for some details his demonic mother told him. He shook more of the water away from his face, splaying out his beautiful hair before pushing it back again.