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Post by sheila on Jan 10, 2007 21:14:10 GMT -5
"...Do you mean harm to us?" Sheila demanded, in her naturally low and harsh tone of voice.
She was a shade, and she knew that her kin had a tendency to act on bloodlust rather than a mortal reason. It was in their souls... the part of a Braton that caused them to act so rashly. And the concerning part was, shades couldn't die or be defeated easily.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jan 11, 2007 19:45:40 GMT -5
So put the weight on my shoulders And the pain in my heart. Tie the knots in my stomach And let them tear me apart.
I smiled and stood up straight, stepping off the boulder with my usual catlike grace and confidence. I walked toward them, my clawed hands clasped behind my back, the same maniac grin on my face. I stared at the man for a while, then turned my gaze to the girl when she spoke.
' I don't know. That depends on your friend here, ' I said, jerking my head toward the male. The longing in my voice wished for battle. I was no more than three feet from them, well in reach of a sword, which I saw the man had. I'd also seen him reach for it.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Jan 12, 2007 20:49:34 GMT -5
=Things aren't the way they were before, you would even recognize me anymore= =Not that you knew me back then, but it all comes back to me in the end=
I don't know, that depends on what you do next.
I replied, not willing to start the fight. There was something seriously wrong with this man. I wasn't sure what, but I wasn't in the mood to find out. All I wanted to do was wash my bloody clothes, eat something, and take a nice long nap. The way I saw it, this... thing was standing between me and my stoney shelter, and either he was going to move, or be forced to move.
=I tried so hard, and got so far= =But in the end it doesn't even matter=
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Post by sheila on Jan 12, 2007 21:39:49 GMT -5
Sheila could feel the strong vibe that resembled the strong urge to fight, within Kakashi. Mostly, it was because he just wanted to have his way. That notion was firm enough that he wouldn't have anyone stand in his way.
Sheila looked at the shade again. "...Mind you please leave us be?"
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jan 14, 2007 22:30:29 GMT -5
So put the weight on my shoulders And the pain in my heart. Tie the knots in my tomach And let them tear me apart.
No one had had the nerve to ask me something like that. They had always been to afraid- and I reveled in that. Truthfully, I loved to watch the looks on their faces when I grinned, like I was now.
" Oh, I don't know about that. See, I've made a bit of a place in that cave over there. And, as nice as the two of you seem, I don't trust anyone. Not anymore. " I growled, my words hateful and hissing.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Jan 15, 2007 0:04:15 GMT -5
=Things aren't the way they were before, you would even recognize me anymore= =Not that you knew me back then, but it all comes back to me in the end=
I laughed, which is, surprisingly, something I rarely do. It wasn't a big laugh, just a little one, because what he had said just seemed to funny to ignore.
Oh, right, and you think I trust you? And, no offense, but you don't seem like to much of a threat to me. At least not against two people.
I said, realizing I might be getting a bit too cocky. You should never underestimate your enemy, but that's something I often did so I felt more confident when I attacked. In reality, that is probably a really stupid practice, and after I'd said my taunt, I wished I'd had the brains to say nothing at all.
=I tried so hard, and got so far= =But in the end it doesn't even matter=
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Post by sheila on Jan 15, 2007 0:33:52 GMT -5
"Be at peace, brother shade," Sheila said, in her cold voice. "If you are seeking a fight, seek elsewhere. We intend..." She took a quick, sharp glance at Kakashi. "...Or at least, I intend to find a place of rest without trouble. If we aren't welcomed here, you'd do best not to harass us as we leave."
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jan 15, 2007 17:52:07 GMT -5
So put the weight on my shoulders And the pain in my heart. Tie the knots in my stomach And let them tear me apart.
I let my smile fade at the man's words, replaced by a wicked snarl. My knife was already up and ready before the girl spoke, telling me to be calm.
' I never said that I wanted a fight, ' my words stung the inside of my mouth, though the lust ofr battle was more than evident. The way the girl had stayed calm, under even my threatening appearance, and, truthfully, I was intrested in why she was so calm.
' I was testing you, ' and would have killed you if you failed. I smiled, insane as before. I turned my back to them, motioning with one hand that they were to follow.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Jan 15, 2007 21:55:52 GMT -5
=Things aren't the way they were before, you would even recognize me anymore= =Not that you knew me back then, but it all comes back to me in the end=
My eyes opened wide as the creature spoke his words then motioned for us to follow him. I stayed rooted in place, glancing over to Sheila. If she entered, I would follow only because I knew I couldn't live with the knowledge I had let her die. I wanted nothing to do with this, this shade, as Sheila had called it. And what was up with that, anyway? That whole thing about "fellow shade?" It unnerved me more then I liked. And how the heck could she be so calm?!
Taking a deep breath, I let go of the blades hidden behind my back, and slowly relaxed my shoulders, waiting for Sheila to make the first move.
=I tried so hard, and got so far= =But in the end it doesn't even matter=
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Post by sheila on Jan 15, 2007 22:13:12 GMT -5
And so she did. Sheila blinked slowly, but as her eyes returned opened to its normal state, her gaze reclaimed its usual intensity. She glared after the shade that gestured for them to follow, and so she began to follow. She leaped up onto the rocks and looked back at Kakashi to see if he'd do the same.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Jan 16, 2007 21:42:10 GMT -5
=Things aren't the way they were before, you would even recognize me anymore= =Not that you knew me back then, but it all comes back to me in the end=
Swearing darkly under my breath, I stalked forward, climbing up the rocks with angry glances into the shadowed depths. This wasn't the kind of adventure I liked. I wanted one of those, light, fun, airy ones where you started a fellowship or companionship and made all these friends. I wanted a happy ending, kind of like the ending to one of the tavern bard's songs, or a storyteller's legend. The good guys always won, but then, how could I apply that theory here if I wasn't even sure who the good guys were?
Adventures suck, and yet I still walked into the darkness.
=I tried so hard, and got so far= =But in the end it doesn't even matter=
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jan 17, 2007 0:10:57 GMT -5
So put the weight on my shoulders And the pain in my heart. Tie the knots in my stomach And let them tear me apart.
I heard the woman follow me, the one that had called me " felow shade." I was related to no one, in any way possible. They'd all been killed, centuires before Forste had even existed. I felt the man follow me, his scent snapping with annoyance, as well as a tinge of- was that fear? Or something else?
The cave had been formed about the same time as my birth, though I could only tell because of the heavy smell of dark, ancient magic. Not necessarily evil, but not entirely good either. The ancient ones were like that, as was I. A fire flickered in a pit near one of the walls already, and a rabbit was spicketed over it. Even I at my meat cooked, if I could.
If I could take your pain away, I would scream for you. I will bleed for you.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Jan 18, 2007 22:02:40 GMT -5
=Things aren't the way they were before, you would even recognize me anymore= =Not that you knew me back then, but it all comes back to me in the end=
Very homey. I especially love the dead rabbit.
I remarked, looking around myself. I drummed my finger nervously on the rock, averting my eyes from my crimson covered hand. I watched the flames for a while, studying the patterns in an attempt to distract my self and blind myself completely. Discovering I would actually have to stick my face in the fire to cause the rest of my eye sight to leave, I instead turned to our host.
Is there a... as river, or a stream around here somewhere?
=I tried so hard, and got so far= =But in the end it doesn't even matter=
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Post by sheila on Jan 19, 2007 21:40:35 GMT -5
Sheila, upon entering the shade's residence, sat quietly for a moment towards the entrance, admiring everything about the place-- dead rabbits and all.
After a while, she asked the shade, "...How are you called? Or what is your name?"
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jan 20, 2007 17:22:58 GMT -5
Long goodbyes and second chances Forgiving all we fight for, forgetting all we lose Cause we're losing it all the way things happen Doing all we do to fill up the quiet Break the awkward silence consuming our lives We're spending our time keeping our distance And speaking trivial, and trite.
I smiled slightly at the man's comment about the rabbit. And at his mention of a stream, I replied with a few simple words. ' About a quarter mile northeast of the entrance. '
I took a seat on the other side of the fire from the man, the light from it casting eerie shadows on my already jarring face. My clawlike nails played with the silver and black necklace around my throat, my thoughts straying to Arra, until the girl spoke again, yanking me from my reviere. I glanced at her from the depths of the blaze, not with anger, but with curiosity. She didn't seem afraid of me. And that didn't happen often.
' The called me Kazeielan*, before. But now, there are few who have the nerve to speak with me. And I have not used that name since I was. . . ' I stopped myself, unsure of how much to tell her. I had already given much away, by simply telling her my name. So, hoping that my low tone before had caused her not to hear me, I caught myself, speaking carefully now, choosing each word with care, hoping not to give any more of myself up.
' Kaze. Call me Kaze. '
And I'll find some way to cut myself open, over and over again And I'll find some way to bury it all
ooc; pronounced KAH-zhul-ahn
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