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- Feb 2, 2009
Rylan was Prince of Daemons. This was a fact that no one would have disputed if they knew what was good for him. What he wasn't was terribly imposing. He looked mostly human, about 17 or 18 years old. The young man was slender, though fit, and was most notably inhuman due to skin and eye color. Humans didn't come with gray skin and red eyes the last time he checked anyway. His hair was slightly shaggy and jet black. The horns growing from his head were basically just pointy nubs, though they fit nicely with that thin forked tail swishing back and forth above his rear. Somewhere between handsome and cute there needed to be no doubt that he was attractive. There should also be no doubt that this wasn't what he actually looked like. Rylan's true form was something that hadn't been seen by a living being for centuries. Ohh, he'd slipped into it not more than 8 months ago, but those who had been there to see it no longer counted as living beings.
He didn't really like the real him very much. It wasn't very eloquent. So he stayed in his mostly human form and employed other demons vastly less powerful than himself but certainly scarier to put the fear of him in those around him. At least, he usually did. He was on vacation and while he did keep a few of his retainers at his lodge he didn't take them out onto the savanna with him. Unless you counted Omnius. But that was different. The bound fire elemental was necessary to make his bike run. It was fine though. He didn't say very much.
The bike, of course, looked very much like something that the Prince ought to be riding around on. It seemed to be made of iron rather than steel or any proper metal for the construction of a motorcycle, and was in the style of a chopper, though with some rather menacing spiked flair on it. Instead of a headlight it had a small cage on the front of it with a roaring flame held there. That'd be Omnius, of course.
He'd left the bike parked by a nearby tree though. He didn't want to scare off the local wild life. Hunting wasn't his purpose, he was just taking a stroll and admiring the creatures. There'd have been no sport in someone like him killing creatures such as this, though admittedly he'd have trouble doing so in this form. He wasn't really all that strong like this. It wasn't like black leather was exactly camouflage for the savanna so he did sort of stand out a bit.
He didn't really like the real him very much. It wasn't very eloquent. So he stayed in his mostly human form and employed other demons vastly less powerful than himself but certainly scarier to put the fear of him in those around him. At least, he usually did. He was on vacation and while he did keep a few of his retainers at his lodge he didn't take them out onto the savanna with him. Unless you counted Omnius. But that was different. The bound fire elemental was necessary to make his bike run. It was fine though. He didn't say very much.
The bike, of course, looked very much like something that the Prince ought to be riding around on. It seemed to be made of iron rather than steel or any proper metal for the construction of a motorcycle, and was in the style of a chopper, though with some rather menacing spiked flair on it. Instead of a headlight it had a small cage on the front of it with a roaring flame held there. That'd be Omnius, of course.
He'd left the bike parked by a nearby tree though. He didn't want to scare off the local wild life. Hunting wasn't his purpose, he was just taking a stroll and admiring the creatures. There'd have been no sport in someone like him killing creatures such as this, though admittedly he'd have trouble doing so in this form. He wasn't really all that strong like this. It wasn't like black leather was exactly camouflage for the savanna so he did sort of stand out a bit.