The Devil's Own Who: Valek & Damien Thorn What: Jan Valek Meets the Anti-Christ When: Around early evening Where: At the beach Rating: TBD
The sands of the coastline were unearthly still, way too still as the sun started to make its’ journey below the horizon. Suddenly a hand shoots up from beneath the sand to break the tranquility of the land. It was a pallid white appendage topped on each delicately feminine-like finger with razor sharp talons. Then its’ twin joined next. Carefully this strange creature started to dig himself free of his makeshift-hiding place. It took some time but he finally dragged himself free, lifting his statuesque frame out of the hole. Gently he gave a shook of his entire body, forcing the sand strands off as if he were shaking off droplets of water. He seemed not really caring that his sudden appearance out of the ground would startle, if not terrify, anyone nearby that witnessed it. His pale white nostrils flared, drawing in the interesting scent of the sea. He hadn’t been to the sea in years, well actually more like centuries but what was time to an immortal? Especially to a newly resurrected one who was grateful to whatever deity or force had returned him to his place in the world. His full lips pulled into a pleased grin surveying this new place with his fresh yet oh so familiar hypnotic depths. Soon he figured it would belong to him.