{Journey Towards} [RP/Mature} {The Depths}

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"Care to Pay a Audience with Grand King Valturez"
WARNING! This Blog Could Lead to Mature Situations, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
Depending on the situation Violence may occur and minor 'love' if it gets to that point. Groping, etc. is not uncommon for the Grand King Eye
This might seem Offensive To those who hold different views to where Valturez comes from. I mind you that none of this is meant to be offensive to anyone. This is merely just for his story. Thank you!
At Most this Will Not Go Beyond PG-13, more sensitive subjects can and will likely be touched in MSN, AIM or YIM. The Warning, is just that... a WARNING stating that there could be sensitive subjects in this blog.


This is an Interaction Blog for the one known only as Valturez

Many may come, many may go. This is for Roleplaying and getting to know the character as he will very rarely be seen or played in game. So if you wish to meet and get to know him, do so here. It will be far easier than expecting or waiting for him in game.

Valturez's RP Blog is not something that will be overly mature. I placed a warning because he is a very passionate being when he gets close to one he feels the need to have as a friend or feels a spark inside. One another note, Valturez is also very touchy about certain subjects (Namely those pertaining to Lucifer, his family or his former lovers) and he is not unknown to have a burst of anger show up.

You can use this blog to ask him questions, and to find out more about the character in general as well. There is no fear of him doing his experiments on you, as he needs dead flesh and bone to use his powers properly.

Please be mature with your posts, if you do not like what this is then kindly ignore it and move along elsewhere please and thank you.


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((/leaps upon blog like a

((/leaps upon blog like a madwoman. I'll be usingXxX if you don't mind c: ))

Oh night, blanket of the sky, and all who run and play and sleep beneath it.
What is it? more than anyone could ever hope to see, certainly.
But people's eyes are weak, are they not?

The night sky is dainty in the day, delicate, walking upon frail legs, hooves never laying against the ground, only the tips support it upon the earth, made slow by the hardened night sky upon its head.
And yet it does not seem to mind.

A soft melancholy is the air it bears in the daylight hours, in this form, starry eyes so dull.
Not a sound is made as it walks, it doesn't need to make noise, why would it?
its head is not held high, and yet it is not held low, it is simply held.

its ears hang, even when sound reaches, they merely turn outwards, never do they lift.
a stray moth lands upon it, then another, floating dreamily beside the being for a while before leaving once more, as if simply greeting what they look forward to early.

Fur ripples, though there appears to be very little muscle mass really, as if he is supported not by flesh and bone, but by liquid and air.

After a while it settles, slowly lowering itself to the ground with a quiet breath, eyes half closed, but still so alert.
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The being would not go

The being would not go completely unnoticed, his golden and orange eyes following it's movements as he had himself settled amongst a group of cool shade trees. It was there he gained a pleasure for this world, being able to find a nice... cool spot to sit in and relax on. His gaze continued to watch the being before it seemed to settle on one spot.

The demon himself was not completely used to the form of this world. But slowly he stood to his feet, hidden in the heavy robe he adorned upon his body. Not the common black one he was more than commonly seen in but a brightly colored one, golden in coloration with silver and black embroidered designs and patterns upon it. Celtic knotwork at it's finest really upon the heavy robe.

Slowly he made way towards the creature. Not a soul or sound coming from him save for the crackling of fire above his head. The flames blazing with a fiery fury but the demon himself was neither angered nor showing any emotions at the time. There was not a word to come from his lips as he moved along near the other. His eyes gently casting their gaze over it... examining this... rather eye stunning creature of the forest.

"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
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The starry eyes did not move,

The starry eyes did not move, no movement at all truly save for the soft deep breathing of the night coloured being.
"Greetings" its muzzle did not seem to move, no voice etched from its throat into the sunlit' air, rather, it was the air itself, the sky, ad everything below it.

And yet, it was so soft, almost a whisper, yet so easy to hear.
its ears slowly turned, a pendulum, back and forth for a moment before stopping, at last it turned its head up, horns scraping small lines into the earth below.

It did not seem to mind the fire, the heat, but rather simply continued to look up, a small, nearly invisible smile flowing over its lips, hardly there at all, peaceful.
Perfectly at ease.
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In a sign of formality, he

In a sign of formality, he lowered his head down into an elegant bow. The demonic lord raising up and offering a gentle smile of his own before he slowly moved over and took a seat beside the ethereal looking stag... "Greetings as well..." He let out softly before stretching out slightly and closing those eyes.

"You seem... far different from the others I've meet through this world..."

"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
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The being's head lowered

The being's head lowered again as the lord sat, its eyes returning to their half closed state, like twin stars obscured by heavy clouds.
his ears stilled, only moving if the breeze chose to caress them now.

"we are all very different" the voice resounded, placid and content, warm, yet, cool, like the soothing of a damp cloth upon a burn.

"some of us are simply more different than others" the voice continued slowly, never a need for rushing in the daylight hours.
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"Very true..." The demon

"Very true..." The demon replied as he watched the spiritual being carefully... he knew there was some presence there within... a powerful presence but he dared not to question or ask of anything. Instead he remained silent... focused... like that a lord should appear "Whether we come from Heaven or Hell... everyone is always different. At least... on the outside that is."

"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
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"Heaven and Hell are

"Heaven and Hell are subjective" it said simply, looking up slowly, head weighted down by the sky itself, eyes of starlight turning upon the other, such innocence, in those eyes, in that being, more than virgin snow or newborn babe.

"we make our own heaven" its lips moved with those words and yet, it was strange, not in sync, words coming but a moment before the movement, as if someone were playing out of sync sound over a video.
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There seemed to be a thick

There seemed to be a thick snort to erupt from the lord there... if only the being knew what he was... sighing deeply he merely shook his head some "This is coming from one who has never seen or witnessed things within Heaven and Hell I take it..." he let out softly for a moment before shifting slightly and shaking his head.

"I've dealt with the politics in Heaven before, while everyone has their different visions of the world I've seen it for what it truly is. A wonderful place yes, for the blessed... but god forbid a demon must step forth to discuss provisions..." There was a thick scowl to form on his lips before it disappeared "Not to mention the angels are all high and mighty pricks..."

"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
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The being simply smiled, it

The being simply smiled, it was always smiling, it could not hate, could not feel malice.
"Heaven is the place your heart is with joy" its head slowly hung again, ears slowly swinging again.

"Hell, is to give up hope" the ethereal creature's head turned up to gaze at the sky, both effortless and strained, all at once.
"I do not believe...in angels...in demons...they are simply words...simply titles...meaningless" his final word seemed to trail off, as if plucked away by the wind.
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"I see..." Sighing out softly

"I see..." Sighing out softly he shifted where he was, he's seen both sides of the things. But he wouldn't say or carry much on the matter, nor would he mention much of things in general "Well if you wish to know something, this frame is not a deer nor anything else... I'm just using it to make those of this world less... wary of my presence..."

"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
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It smiled again, slowly,

It smiled again, slowly, everything about it was slow.
"The sky, sees, everything..." ears swinging again.
back forth
back forth.

"and judges not" its voice rolled, like a blanket of stars and velvet over the air.
"what might the sky call you?" it asked, head tilting for a moment, as if unable to bear the burden upon its head before regaining itself.
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"Grand King Valturez... but I

"Grand King Valturez... but I don't hold well to the title or Formalities..." Sighing deeply he shifted to look upwards... this being was very... interesting so to say. The sky? Hmmm... interesting indeed "You call yourself the sky?"

"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
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it nodded, a slow movement of

it nodded, a slow movement of its head, like a leaf bobbing upon frothing water.
"Valturez, it is then" its head dipped, almost as if asleep, and yet, still very much awake, the wind rippling its fur like breeze over the surface of a lake.
"the sun is high" its voice hummed, no movement, merely sound.

"and so, I have come to be known as Devokara" it exhaled deeply, and did not seem to inhale again.

"but names, are simply, sound...I am whatever you wish to call me by..." it turned its head up at last, with what seemed to be great effort, and even then, the horns atop its head bound it down, and it could not look fully towards the heavens.

"The sky. and nothing more" it whispered.
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"To me... you are just plain

"To me... you are just plain weird... I've dealt with Arch Angels, Parasites... demons, and all manners of things but this is just too weird for coming from the 'mortal' plane..." There was a heavy sigh from his lips as he let his eyes close. Yes, he'd dealt with many things between Heaven and Hell and the worlds between but this... this was just plain weird even in his eyes.

"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
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"not even gods know

"not even gods know everything" it rasped softly, it sounded, almost as if it should have been painful to speak, whispering, melancholy voice.
"the sky is the most difficult, thing to understand" its head rocked foreward again, weighed down, only to rise back.
"and the most simple thing you will find"