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Post by [ st r yder ] on Oct 24, 2007 21:38:03 GMT -5
I close my eyes and breath in the sweet serenity of the sea. It has been quite a long while since I have been anywhere near the ocean; it reminds me of home. Of faces that I have long insce forgotten and of memories that I do not care to remember. Wind tosses my hair around my face, and, for once, there is a smile there. Even I cannot tell why. Something about this place has so much... meaning to me. Why, though, I am not sure that I can tell. Maybe I have been here before. I would not doubt it; there are many places that I have ripped from my memroy for one reason or another. Many, many places.
I lean back on the palms of my hands, casting my gaze out to sea. So long since I have sailed... So long. I miss the sea-salt air on my face as the cawing of gulls overhead. Even the sea creatures, leaping out of the froth at the bow of the ship. I think that if there is any place that I can truly find some warped sort of peace, it is at sea. The massive expanse of the ocean makes all of my life seem so small, so... insignificant... It clears my head more than pain. Moreso, even, than killing.
A sudden shiver of cold runs through me. Standing, I pull my coat tighter over my shoulders, fold up the collar so the fur brushes my cheeks, and shove my hands deeper into the pockets. Maybe I should return to my rooms....
But it is so tranquil...
Still, the lure of the fire is much too strong and I head back toward town. My bootsteps are silent on the dock, leaving my alone with my thoughts.
Oddly, it brings a song to mind, one that I cannot remember where I first heard it, or who it was sung to my by-maybe I overheard it in a tavern or a town somewhere. But it does not sound like a typical tavern song. It almost sounds... like a lullaby, now that I listen to the words that my mouth and voice are throwing to the trade winds.
ooc; I dunt really care who replies to this, I just have to get some serious mush writing out of my system... so... whoever posts first, I guess.
and, yeah, Kaze does like boys as well as girls now... jsut htough I'd throw that out there.
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Post by Dante [Naryae] on Nov 13, 2007 0:05:26 GMT -5
ooc: ((-raises hand- I win! Oh, right, and make sure not to say anything about what I told you about this character... you know what I'm talking about, right?))
Singing. Very nice singing. Maybe they didn't have the best voice, but it was at least a nice song. I was humming myself. A gentle tune, one that I liked to hum to myself when nothing particularly interesting was engaging my mind. But now my humming stopped, my eyes turning around to see the first outsider I'd encountered, and not had to kill, since... a few months ago, really.
I stood a bit behind the mystery musician, silent and keeping to myself, but curiosity brought my steps forward, and I tapped him on the shoulder, frowning at my own disturbance of his music.
You've a nice voice and a good tune, might I ask the name? Of the tune, I mean.
I remarked gently. I had learned to do that, to use my voice to convey my emotions and feelings. There was a special trick to it, and maybe even a little magic, but it was an acquired skill none the less.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Nov 13, 2007 19:20:46 GMT -5
I am not started often, and, yet, this time I am. My hands tighten into claws, perfectly ready to strike. But, as has not happened often, they do not mean me harm.
Brilliant purple eyes, black hair, not trying to kill me. All of these things I register instantly, and then the voice. You've a nice voice and a good tune, might I ask the name? Of the tune, I mean.
The answer to that question, I am not sure. " I cannot remember anymore. I think that, maybe, it is a lullaby. But I cannot remember where I heard it." I take one step backward, increasing the usually uncomfortable distance.
"No doubt it was from a window I passed," I say with an almost mournful smile. That is how it usually is, with me. So often I remember the songs that mothers sing to their children to quiet their nightmares. Never the ones that my mother used to sing to me. The ones that have become my nightmares.
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Post by Dante [Naryae] on Nov 14, 2007 19:57:44 GMT -5
Ah, too bad then. Perhaps one day I'll hear it again.
I sighed, turning my head toward the ocean. The sun was beginning it's waning drift, clouds rolling lazily over it's brilliant face. The wind bit at the few cracks in my armor of black, but it was welcome. I didn't feel it's touch enough for my taste.
Oh, my apologies. I've disrupted not only your singing but your walking, too, and here I stand a silent fool. I am Dante.
I said with light laughter, dipping my head in a sign of respect. I'd spent to long cooped up inside the prison that is Waefae's base. Sure, it is in a forest, but one so seldom glimpses the green foliage, it's almost as if the world is made of dirt and rock.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Nov 15, 2007 19:46:37 GMT -5
Force of habit bids me to bow, lower than he did. As I so often do, I damn my training. That of a slave. I try and cover the gesture, but fail. Miserably. I look at the sea, and again wish I had a ship of my own. Things like this would not happen then. I would not humiliate myself because of the way that I was treated for so long.
"I am Kazeielan." I say, my voice slightly gruff. Maybe he never saw... After all, he was not looking when I did it...
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Post by Dante [Naryae] on Nov 16, 2007 21:03:28 GMT -5
I saw the low dip, even as my eyes watched the sun. Always be aware, I told my soldiers, of everything around you. Sure the sun might be beautiful, sure the birds may be flying, but it's not worth it to loose your life for. And funny, that, since I've the least amount of casualties among my charges.
You've had a hard life.
I remarked, looking at this Kazeielan out of the corner of my eye. I hadn't seen something like that in a long time, though. It seemed the art of respect was slowly leaving this world of ares, and I feared I might be helping head that movement. It almost felt good to see him bow so low...
By the gods, Waefae, you're ideals really are getting to me, aren't they?
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Nov 18, 2007 15:45:07 GMT -5
How does he... What? The words fly through my head, setting me on the defensive.
"How can you tell?" I ask, my words growing angry and sharp. I shove my fists into my pockets, trying to calm myself down. Am I truly that obvious? Oh, yes, I have not had it easy, not at all, but can everyone tell?
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Post by Dante [Naryae] on Nov 24, 2007 13:33:45 GMT -5
Anger, that was one emotion I could always pick up on. I spent so much time around angry, bitter people it was hard not to. And all that experience had served me well, too. I could see him try to calm himself, at least this wasn't likely to break into a fight, but it could result in a premature parting of ways, and that I did not want. This man felt... useful. How exactly, I wasn't sure yet.
From experience.
I explained, not going into detail about what kind of experience. Whether I referred to my own life, or to the lives of those around me, I decided to hold within myself until I was sure he could really be trusted, or... spoken to without consequence, I should say. There is no place for trust in this world.
I apologize if I hit a bad nerve, though. That was not my intention.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Nov 26, 2007 19:16:16 GMT -5
"No, no do not apologize," I wave a thin, knifelike hand in dismissal. Once more I notice how my flesh almost glows in any ort of light, especially that of the fellting sun. "I should not be vexed by such things," I laugh a little, more to myself than anything. A sudden breeze from the sea makes my head come up, and my eyes half-close. There is a different scent on the wind, one that reminds me almost horridly of home. A sense of tranquility runs through me, making me very near sleepy. I look back at him, finally realizing that I had let my guard down. It goes up again, swiftly.
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Post by Dante [Naryae] on Dec 6, 2007 22:05:31 GMT -5
A heart never angered is a cold heart indeed.
I remarked, turning away from the image of the ocean and looking Kazeielan in the eyes. The sharp breeze ruffled my cloak, tossing it behind me and around my legs as an array of smells rode on it's wings. They seemed to effect the stranger across from me, I could sense... change in him.
Ah, but we've strayed into a dangerous topic, I believe. Perhaps we should walk among the shops, I'm uncertain of you, but I'm a bit hungry.
I remarked, motioning down the street where the shops sat in their rows, multicolored flags and rags flying in the breeze. Like a see of raging color, almost.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Feb 15, 2008 19:32:38 GMT -5
"Yes..." I whispered, dipping my head into a slight nod. I drew my coat tighter around myself, glancing once more over the sea. Then to the shops. Oh, how I suffered at the thought of home. But I quickly cast those thoughts aside, lest they drive me entirely mad.
"Yes. That seems less... Ah...." The corner of my mouth twitched into a small, almost nonexistant, smile. "Awkward."
I rested my hand on a blade and started down the street, so calm. So collected, though there was such a battle raging in my head that I might have liked better to lock myself up in a room, though my claustrophobia would not allow it. Oh, how I wanted it to cease.
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Post by Dante [Naryae] on Jun 21, 2008 10:23:55 GMT -5
I let slide a light laugh meant the help the mood. Kazeielan was correct, the shift of subject and goal was a good change, drawing us away from the dead-end conversation we had started on. The banter of friends is always easy to follow, but the first words of strangers is a far rougher thing to deal with. Caution often outweighs any other thought, since the last thing you ever want to do is insult your new friend in some way.
Ah, any preferences? Since I am the one who interrupted you, I shall pay. I remarked warmly, keeping my tone upbeat. I was confident it would be a wise endeavor to keep both our thoughts and words from darker subjects. Neither of us seemed like optimistic type, and even on fine days the sorrow finds a way to cloud your heart.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Jun 21, 2008 22:35:31 GMT -5
"I do not mind much," I said with a shrug as my eyes wandered their way over the storefronts. My own stomach was snarling in my stomach like the beast himself.
Still tighter went my coat, and still my eyes skipped. Call it caution, call it nerves, call it what you will, but I could not help myself. I watched as I always did for danger. Why, even my stranger companion could still be a threat. One's closest friends could be threats.
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Post by Dante [Naryae] on Jun 28, 2008 18:13:59 GMT -5
Ah, expected. It was polite to ask, I understood, but very rarely did people answer with a definitive. Few people like to take the lead, and those who do enjoy the power are often poor leaders and know-it-all imbeciles. Of course, I slipped, letting a tone of exasperation linger in the words. I suppose one of these shops should have something decent for us.
His gestures gave him away to me, but his own caution made me nervous as well. I tried to ignore him, tried keeping my eyes on the myriad of toys and trinkets that the shop keepers had displayed, tried to keep my thoughts from considering and wondering. I wanted to relax, to take comfort in the companionship of a new acquaintance. I did not want to watch the shadows.
So, uhm, interested in politics at all? I find discussing the times is a good way to pass time. I remarked, do nothing more then pretending to look for food. His stupid nerves had gotten to me, and I'd lost my appetite. I felt like giving him a good beating for it, but I knew better. That only works on people who fear you.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Aug 6, 2008 18:50:56 GMT -5
A small smile found a way onto my face. I had quickly determined that there was no danger here, and I allowed myself to relax. One deep breath, two deep breaths, and then, my mind was clear, thoughts no longer on the things that whomever was hiding in the darkness could do. Oh, how impecciably calm I had become, and so quickly!
"I do try to keep my eye on things," I said with a chuckle that lacked humor and sounded rather like a low, terrifying purr in my chest. "But I have a problem paying attention. I spend more of my time than not in the country, and so politics are things I often do not know much about. Care to fill me in?" Why was I so calm? I did not know this man. But, at the same time, I absolutely loved having the company. Being alone gets tiring so quickly.
My eyes caught a restraunt. It was not the type I often spent my time at. I had no problems spending my rather large fortune. But it was not my money that I was spending. So, I chose a quaint little place, pleasing to look at. And the smell that eminated from it was absolutely divine. "Is there alright?" I asked, raising a slender hand to gesture at the building.
ooc; Ah! Kaze is so different now. At least, in my head. It's strange to look at the old things that I've written... O.o
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