Not all Shadows are cast by Light

I drown the sunlight from the day,
         And yet I kiss your pain away.
                  No way to stop..it shall begin
                           The moment Light succumbs to Sin.

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                            Darkness searches out the light,
                  A ray of hope in darkened night.
         But the price is far from thin--
Light kills Shadows from within.

You think life is a Game?

Come be the Prey.

-=- Shadow Walker -=-

...Not all shadows are cast by light...
Some are cast by
.d.a.r.k.n.e.s.s.

^v^ Daemion DarkNyte ^v^

V i t a l   S t a t s:

Name: Daemion Darknyte
Species: Shadow Walker
Alignment: Dark/Chaotic
Status: Father to Kisani / Kevan
Abilities: Empath
   - Shapeshifting
   - Fading (physical properties
         vanish, but still visible.)
   - Masking (physically, mentally,
        and in every other sense,
         he vanishes, though is still
         present.)
   - Translocation through shadows
   - Trancing (its intended �prey�
         finds him or herself unable to
         move.)
   - Planeswalking (between the
         physical and the Shadow Plane.
         The SP is where he must go to
         recuperate, and is a mirror image
         of his own frame of mind;
         usually consists just of darkness.)

Weapons: -Sword
          (concealed between
          his wings)
   -Daggers (2x)

    You could feel the heat of deceptive eyes upon you, before you had even entered the shadows. Something watching, intent gaze of lingering intensity scouring over you. Predatory? Your clothes rustled gently as you quickened your stoic pace, blatant unease amplified by the slowly rising frequency of breath. Finally, when nearly certain you would either scream some incomprehensible obscenity aloud, or find sanity driven to its bitter brink, a shadow separated itself from the tenebrous embrace of darkness ahead. It was male, that much could be readily determined, and the shadows that arched away from his shoulders had to have been the delicate framework of wings. Not demonic, and yet feathered by the ink enshrouded pitch of the night.
       He looked, for all intents and purposes, Akutenshi - a dark angel. And indeed, he possessed some relation to the one known as Kiara, but it was hardly by blood. Eyed of a startlingly prismic hue of jade regarded your tentatively continuous approach, single brow raised as you finally paused to return his indifferent regard. Your rather bold question as to his name took him slightly by surprise and, indeed, had you possessed all logical senses and wit about you, words most likely would never have fallen from your lips to begin with. The male was as dark as the shadows themselves, short ebony locks framing an impossibly pale complexion. He was handsome.. unusually so, in a way that verged upon inhumanly alluring, and the wings gave him an almost unearthly look. A sword hung on his right side, but it, too, seemed concealed in shadow.
       �Daemion.� His voice was a smooth ripple of darkness, cacheing its syllables through your senses until they echoed down to the very primal core of your being. The syllables were unusually soft, but it was disarming in its quiet command of your attention. It took you the delicate span of a moment to realize he had supplied a name, and you hastily returned the gesture with your own, never deigning to await a counter request for it (not that he was planning upon one). He gave
a slight inclination of his head in acknowledgment, captivating green hues of fickle jades and deeper tones of malachite rising to meet your own for a moment or so. Your impression of him seemed as fickle as the weather, at one moment in the deepest of trances, the next so uneasy that you felt the inexplicable urge to bolt toward the shadows. And yet, something told you that the inexplicable, intangible realm of safety was in the light, not darkness.
       Twice in the span of a few minutes, you had managed to surprise the male. You had
again found that covert vocalization of your voice, querying as to �what,� exactly, he was. But he never seemed out of control for long, a lazy smile pulling at thin tiers as he gestured vaguely toward the surrounding darkness. �Just another shadow..� At your quizzical look, he chuckled.
       He seemed vaguely amused by your disorientation, which served instead to compound your rather pressing curiosity and confusion. He shrugged in a noncommittal fashion as you seemed at a rather blatant loss, pitch pinions flexing gently.
       He seemed already to have grown bored of your company, gaze flicking to the shadows
once more. �Take care..� He murmured with an amused grin, and simply...vanished. You stared
a moment or so before glancing slowly around you. Seemed the shadows had grown a bit
darker...

"The shadows are my life.. my one true friend. Think about -that-, next time you seek solace in their embrace."
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Demon within
Doesn't hide in your heart--
He is meshed with your Self
From which you cant part.
When you feel Demon's touch
He is goading you on;
When you feel Demon move
He is guarding his own;
When you hear Demon shriek
He has taken his hold.
Not of your Heart--
But of your Soul.