There's an art in seclusion [AZURIAL/OPEN]

[michaeladamwalsh]

"You're sick, sick as all the
secrets you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide."

The sun started to set beyond the west horizon. Michael stood at the top of a hill before the countryside, a few paces from his adopted Villa. The ball of fire painted bright colors across his flesh as it settle into it's red warm heath. Only one moment in nature would captivate Michael to a standstill, it was the very first thing he ever truly saw, beyond the darkness of the bunker, surpassing the confinement of his tomb. A few more seconds ticked by and the sun flared the last wave of light across the universe before letting the Earth engulf it's luminosity.

The crimson sky faded to a violet hue and stars speckled across the sky in a banner of gems. His blue eyes traced the constellations, but his awe of nature wasn't meant to last long. With the night a foreign roar called from the shadows of the forest. Michael turned and ran away from the mutable sound. His muscles were built for endurance so he ran as fast as he could for a long time. The clear plains eventually turned to dense forest, his eyes observed the trees as he passed, but the farther he ran the darker his environment got, his natural instinct was to find shelter, somewhere to hide.

A few paces ahead the shadows compacted into the outline of an abandoned factory, the perfect place for shelter. Michael approached the closest door and slowly opened it, revealing an even darker atmosphere than the night. Another roar in the distance startled him, there was no time to linger, so he entered. Each of his steps were slow and at a steady pace; toe to heel, toe to heel. Beads of sweat formed on his temples and began to drip down the grooves of his skeletal feature.

His eyes searched the insurmountable darkness, every inch identical. One more step and Michael obtained a weightless feeling as he fell off an invisible ridge. Seconds later gravity was brought back to his system as excruciating pain flooded through his back. His lungs lost all air and he gasped to regain wind within his chest cavity. The pain swept up to his neck and drowned his skull. The darkness shifted oddly as his sight began to fail him and the room spun.

Each breath came with discomfort, his chest squeaked with pain as he tried to retain air. His muscles loosened in his neck and his head flopped to one side. In his disoriented vision he could make out the outline of a flashlight. Using all of his remaining strength he reached for the device and flipped the switch. The light was bright at first but the bulb started to dim due to aged batteries. He managed to survey his new prison. He fell about fifteen feet from a ledge created by a hole in the floor.

He missed a grate cross-walk by a foot, his fall wouldn't have been so harsh if he fell into the walk. Everything was made of steel grates, along with the dungeon like appearance, there was an odor of sulfur, but Michael couldn't locate the source. The light finally dimmed out and he was left to utter darkness again, but his mind slowly began to fade on him, eventually Michael passed out.

[AZURIAL FACULTAS EGENUS]

Azurial had been hunting in the Night time country side, searching for the most delicious meal to eat. Humans,Vampires,Demons,Werewolves anything to satsify his hunger for the flesh and blood of his prey. As he flew in the sky, he saw a Man running into a Building. Thoughts went into his head as he saw him move faster then any other human being, "Well now doesn't this look interesting?" he thought to himself before flying towards the Old Factory. Climbing into the Window of the Factory, he heard the man inside fall off of a Grate Cross-walk. This was Azurials chance to find out what this human truly was, "Could he be a vampire?Impossible, that fall should of felt like a footstep to him if he was the undead." he thought to himself before flying down beside the unconsious body. He started to wake up the man, "Wake up Child..."

[michaeladamwalsh]

Slumber was something Michael didn't enjoy entirely, especially involuntary. Every time he closed his lids all the pain from the needles returned, the pain scarred into his brain; also the real pain of falling fifteen feet. The darkness didn't succumb, as Michael slowly opened his eyes, letting the pain swell back into his conscience system. "Wake up child." a voice called out to him, but the verbal pronunciation rolled into muffles like distant thunder, Michael was still too disoriented to recognize language.

"wrrrrrrrr emmm i?" his tongue slurred his own words. The scent of sulfur was pugnacious, Michael realized it's source was blood, but it wasn't just his. He moaned and he closed his eyes, trying to move his body; still numb from the fall. Among the lifeless feeling, he could sense the rigid handle of the flashlight within his palm. His chest cavity lifted as he attempted to give himself air, it strained in pain, his attempt was a success.

His mouth opened to release rasped noises. "ooooo rrrrrrr ewwww?" he tried to dictate again, but the pain still had him in a daze. He gasped rapidly again, trying to regulate his breath cycle. His lungs condensed and he coughed loudly, his sound echoing through the shadows. With his cough blood spurted from his mouth, splattering down upon his face. "Who are you? Where am I?" his breathless voice whispered rapidly.