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Post by stryder on Dec 4, 2006 19:46:21 GMT -5
It is a soft, silent night, the kind I preferred out here. The full moon lights my path, though I know where I am going. Velvet pine needles help keep my bootsteps quiet, the sounds of the owls and frogs around the pond much louder than any noise I make. Everything is alert to my ears, and thoughts are alert to my mind.
I spend most of my time around the pool of Nrell. It is mostly because I can't stand all the mind nose. All the thoughts, the memories. I have enough to deal with on my own. Even now, after all these years, I can't control my teleapathy; all the people are simply too much. So, I come out here, where I hear only the smple thoughts of the animals, and it calms me.
I walk to the edge of a small ridge hanging over the edge of the pool. It's where I can feel the water on my face and hands, and hear the rumbling of the waterfall not far below. Usually, I leave my sword near the bank, where I can see them and get to them quickly, but today I didn't bring them. It seems like insanity, I know, but I am skilled enough with my hands and fast on my feet. Anyway, I don't want to be reminded of the heartache of battle, what all this nonsense has caused.
I fold my hands behind my head, staring up at the sky. The stars are beautiful. Ever since I was a child, I have loved to stare at the stars and wonder why there are so many of them. It was one of the few things I haven't figured out in my many centuries. I feel myself slip into my only usual reprive from the mind noise: sleep, and I let it come, not worrying about my safety.
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Post by Jade [Maggie] on Dec 8, 2006 20:26:55 GMT -5
I have very clumsy tendencies. I've often been known to trip over stray rocks, or walk into trees. On occasion I've even fallen out of them. But my clumsiness seems selective. When I'm truly focused, I can be incredibly stealthy. I simply need the righ momentum.
All this I pondered as I stood and brushed dirt off of my slacks. I picked a rather large spider off of my leg, then turned to frown at the fallen branch in the middle of the path. I kicked it in frustration, then regretted it as a childish retaliation. I picked up my bag and swung it over my shoulder, then looked around for my sword. I found it in a bush a few feet away, and had to untangle in from the bush's winding twigs.
I found myself on the edge of Nrell. It was a beautiful spot, one I often unjoyed coming to. I stood there and watched the waterfall, marveling at the stars' reflection in the small pond. Although the waterfall was pounding into the pond, the noise was somehow dulled, in a way that increased and even encouraged relaxation.
I threw my bag onto the grass, hearing the tools inside it clanging loudly. I sat by the water with a sigh, scooping the cool liquid into my hands and splashing it across my face. It was refreshing, and I sat back to lay in the grass, staring up at the sky, but feeling my eyes getting heavy....
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Post by narya on Dec 9, 2006 18:48:26 GMT -5
+If you fall behind and don't know what to do+
I slipped through the darkness, feeling free as the wind played gently over my limbs. The dark, dank atmosphere in the caves I so often sat in had become unbearable, for the only light were candles which flickered and wavered their dark glow over the walls, creating shadows to sharp and dark to ignore. I hated it down there, hidden from the world which I was trying to save. For once I would have liked actually help, but the insistence of the others kept me hidden inside. These midnight walks had become the only enjoyment I found in my life, but as I surveyed the various sights, sounds, and creatures which scattered the earth, I found little beauty. Even the stars above sang a sad song to me, and with my pools darkened, I turned my path to the water, kneeling down to gaze in it's depths.
I don't want to be here anymore. I told myself, running my hand over the cool surface, disrupting the mirror image which echoed the view high above my dome. There's no point.
With a sigh I reached into the water, wrapping my hand around the constellation Spairnin, the spear of the mighty goddess Fairun which she had lost long ago. So my surprise, this abstract object became real, for I lifted from the water a long stick, it's end jagged.
I considered this piece for a moment, wondering exactly how sharp it really was. Sharp enough? Would I dare try it? Did I have the nerve to take a chance like that?
No, I don't. I don't even have enough courage to ask for my own weapon, let alone pierce my flesh with a stick. I told myself, rising from my kneel on the beach and I lifted the make-shift spear and tossed it into the water.
Curse life.
I cried quietly.
+I promise I'll be waiting there for you+
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Post by stryder on Dec 10, 2006 0:08:14 GMT -5
Maybe I've been asleep for an hour, maybe not. But, even though I was still slightly groggy I sat up, wrapping my arms around my knees and hugging my legs to my chest. Everything is silent for a while until I hear the sounds of minds in my head. One of them is dreaming, the other is fighting a mental battle I try to ignore but can't.
Sighing, I uncoil my muscles and stand, glancing around. There is someone laying at the edge of the pool, sleeping. The other- a woman I assume - is... I lay on my stomach, peering over the ridge of stone large enough to hold not only my self, but two or three more people. A woman crouches not far below me. I try to think of a way to greet her but not to startle her, and find none.
I lower myself silently over the ledge and drop to the ground behind her. I try and smile, but I'm worried now; I'd forgotten to check if she was armed. ' Hello, ' I say, feeling my calm voice roll out of my lips. All I can do now is wait for her to say something, or to do something, all the while preparing to run or dodge a sword.
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Post by Jade [Maggie] on Dec 10, 2006 1:53:40 GMT -5
I sat up quickly, silently. My eyes scanned the pond and the grass around it. I knew I had heard something. Two somethings. Talking. Someone had said something. I had heard crying. And this time, it wasn't a dream.
I stood and ran silently to the waterfall, using the huge sheets of water to hide myself. I peered out of the shadows, taking in my surroundings. I saw another woman, sitting on the other side of the pond. But she wasn't alone. Another shape stood near her, a more masculine shape. He was only a silhouette to me, but I could she her. The soft moonlight defined her, and she was crying, bright tears glistening. At this I frowned slightly. Had he hurt her?
Maybe. But I wasn't about to run around like a raving lunatic and attack him. There might be a different answer.
I crept behind the waterfall, careful to watch my step on the extremely narrow path. My back was flat against the wall, and my eyes kept darting to the water below. If I were to fall in, my body would be slammed against the floor of the pond, and I wouldn't get back up. All the more reason to worry. But soon enough I found myself at the other side, still hiding behind the falls. I watched carefully, waiting for the next move.
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Post by narya on Dec 10, 2006 17:54:40 GMT -5
+If you fall behind and don't know what to do+
00c: ((-pokes- Rayna isn't crying, she cried out quietly. -coughs-))
I spun around quickly as the voice reached my ears, and, reaching to my imaginary sword, I realized I had no such weapon, and it might have been smart to keep that stick I just threw. Curse life and my absent minded... mind.
Um, uh... hello.
I ventured, my eyes gazing in every direction, searching for back-up, monsters, anything. I wasn't sure if they would become a distraction or hindrance, but it mattered little at that time.
What do you want?
I asked, my pupils narrowing at the stranger. I didn't trust him, and I didn't know why, for he seemed to pose no obvious threat to me. I knew looks were deceiving, but I could have given him a break. After all, I can defend myself.
Usually.
Look, if you think you're going to have some fun teasing and bothering the little girl, think again weirdo, because you've got more then you can handle here.
I growl angrily, lifting a threatening fist. Give the guy a break? What was I thinking? Here we are, two strangers in the dead of night in a secluded spot far from prying eyes. Yeah, I'm sure all this guy wanted to do was hug me and give me some chocolate.
+I promise I'll be waiting there for you+
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Post by Jade [Maggie] on Dec 10, 2006 21:13:43 GMT -5
((OOC: Weeeellll it didn't look like that. Besides, isn't that an oxymoron? When you cry out, isn't like... loud? And if so, you can't have quiet loud.))
I watched from behind the waterfall, narrowing my eyes in frustration. Even though the waterfall was generally quiet, it was still loud enough to keep me from hearing the conversation. It was quite annoying, considering this looked like interesting business.
I crept slightly closer, allowing a few more inches to show in the moonlight. Her fist went up, assumably in a threat. I could now see the man, and if you asked an ignorant person, they might say he looked nice. But a smarter person knows better than to judge by appearances. He could be the best looking guy around, but he might have a heart of ice.
I wasn't sure if I should go intervene. But then again, what all could I do? I wasn't in the mood for a fight, and as far as I could tell it looked like they each had everything under control. And by that I mean they still had the same number of body parts as a few minutes ago. All the same, it was too interesting to ignore.
I stepped down from the ledge and slid behind a rock, now just ten feet from them. I listened carefully, wanting to here what they said next.
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Post by stryder on Dec 12, 2006 0:56:12 GMT -5
ooc; it sounded like she was crying to me.... lol.... im confuzzled very easy...
I hold up both hands in a gesture of self-defense and surprise. My small, black scales glitter in the moonlight slightly before I self-conciously pulled my sleeves down. I've always had the urge to be normal, not like that was possible for me. I hear the wariness of her mind, as well as that of another. The woman in front of me was thinking about hugs and chocolate....
' Who said I was here to tease? ' I ask, a small, slightly sarcastic laugh in my voice. Something deep inside, maybe I should call it instinct, tells me to trust her. She looks, familiar to me, but I can't think of where. I decide to give her my name, as I usually do in a greeting.
' My name is Tzar Silverleaf, son of Sylver, ' I don't make a move to shake her hand, fearing that would only startle her more. After all, a dragon-man suddenly appearing behind you silently in the dead of night would startle someone.
I walk forward, feeling the moon on my face. My scales will show now, I know this. But I don't care, all I want is the spark of recgonition to be turned into a flame. I feel so alone in the Sanguine Revenge. I can't remember the last time I was at the camp. My hand goes to the blue-black jewel on a silver chain around my neck in a gesture that suggests thoughtfulness. Maybe she is of the Revenge as well, and I am not as alone as I feel.
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Post by Jade [Maggie] on Dec 16, 2006 17:51:18 GMT -5
I gasped loudly at the sight, and instantly regretted it. I clamped my hands over my mouth and went down behind my rock, praying that they hadn't heard me. This was not what I wanted tonight. I didn't want surprise or adventure or company or fear. I wanted calm and quiet and alone and relaxed. I didn't want to find myself hiding behind a rock watching a depressed elf and an overgrown lizard. I didn't want to have my heart pounding against my chest in shock. So much for my quiet night out.
((Sorry for the shortness.))
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Post by stryder on Dec 17, 2006 15:37:28 GMT -5
Overgrown lizard? I think, though somewhat outraged. Dragons are not lizards! I smile, and turn toward the sound of the gasp. I hear her thoughts, yes, but now I have an excuse to say she is there. ' You, show yourself, ' I command, though I walk toward the rock, peering over the stone. I still smile, though a few of my black-tipped locks fall in front of my silver-green eyes. My mother's eyes. I wish no harm for anyone here, only that they willingly show themselves, not have to be discovered by means of my. . . abilities. I sit on top of the rock, hearing thoughts whirr at thigns I say, as well as my scales.
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Post by narya on Dec 19, 2006 21:33:41 GMT -5
+If you fall behind and don't know what to do+
ooc: ((-mutters angrily- ok, fine, she was crying))
Wait, what?!
He didn't just say he was the son of Sylver, did he? He did, didn't he? Could it be a different Sylver, some other person? Maybe? Possibly? Probably?
No, no, I couldn't make myself believe a lie like that, for the scales glittered in the moonlight, a silent beacon which made me believe his words. I barely noticed as he called out to another nearby, and I didn't see the girl in the shadows, or even listen to the sounds of the world around me, for I was fully and completely within myself. Pondering, thinking, contemplating, all those words which apply to the thought process. Why? Because here before me quite possibly stood one of my great-great-great-grandparents, or something like that. A bit of a creepy thought, since he looked like he was old enough to be my brother. In fact, that's who he looked like.
The memory of my beloved siblings death ran through my mind like a flame, seeming to set off emotions and feelings of all sorts. I took a step back form my emotions as a tear slid down my cheek, dark images of a bloody corpse fighting through my barrier of cold indifference to scar my mind.
I leaned forward and hugged Tzar, hugged him as hard as I could, imagining him as my brother. He smelled like him, and the rough feeling of his scales seemed to fit as well. I could still see the image of that long vein of plates, running across his back, gleaming white.
These thoughts made my own shoulder itch, for there, hidden beneath the black cloak which hung like a drape across my frame, lay my own silver scales. A mark which I used to bear with shame, regret, and spite had become a blessing. And I didn't know why.
+I promise I'll be waiting there for you+
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Post by stryder on Dec 20, 2006 20:30:40 GMT -5
ooc; his scales are black, even though sylvers were... silver.
The girl's emotions flood my mind, making me cower somewhat in mental pain.
I'm surprised as the girl wraps her arms around me, squeezing my ribs until my back pops. My memories are clouded, and I can't remeber if I know her. I need something to spark my memory, though I can't recall anything that would.
' You name ? " I ask, praying it would help my mind. Her name would mean something, as mine did. Yes, they named me dragon of the dark skies. Tzar al rien Elliedaeh. Maybe somewhat unoriginal, but it sounds good. I let her hug me, though I don't know why. I feel like a know her.
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Post by narya on Dec 21, 2006 20:22:45 GMT -5
ooc: ((I didn't say they were silver.... did I? Because the last part is about Rayna's scales, which are on her shoulders... which would be the sign that they're related...))
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Post by Jade [Maggie] on Dec 22, 2006 14:17:19 GMT -5
My eyes shifted nervously as he called to me. Sure, this would seem the reasonable thing to do considering I had just given myself away, but it still came as a shock that he acknowledged my presence in such a forceful way. I did nothing at first. But then I felt suddenly aware that my mind was no longer to myself. I felt someone in there with me. I quickly pushed out the extra presence and formed a barrier around my thoughts. Then my heart raced and my mind tried furiously to think of a plan.
Duh. I rolled my eyes at myself, annoyed that I could be so stupid. I was part warlock. I could just Blink. And so I did so, and in an instant I was by the trees near the edge of the forest. I slipped behind a particularly large oak and watched as the depressed female gave the scaly man a tight hug. This was interesting, especially since the look on his face told her he didn't know her.
I raised my brow and considered just walking back into the forest.
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Post by narya on Jan 7, 2007 16:49:11 GMT -5
+If you fall behind and don't know what to do+
ooc: ((Oh, wait, I figured it out I think. the "white scales" part was talking about her brother, but it appears I didn't really bother to clarify that. Sorry. And excuse the short crappynesss of my post, my muse has died for the night it seems.))
The awkwardness of the moment hit me full force, and with an embarrassed cringe I stepped back, letting go of this stranger. Or half stranger, or, whatever he was to me now. Had I really expected him to know me? What did I think he was, psychic?
Oh, uh, Rayna, descendant of Sylver and Narya.
I responded a bit too formally, and with a nervous gaze into the water, I wondered where all of this was headed.
+I promise I'll be waiting there for you+
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