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| Take You and the Sun to Promised Lands...; [Yori + Celest] | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 7 2008, 02:57 PM (96 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Jun 7 2008, 02:57 PM Post #1 |
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Numerous tall, lush trees gave the perfect respite from the heat currently stifling the air. Underneath the leafy canopy, a lone figure sprawled unceremoniously and lay utterly still. Her long form cushioned on the thick grass covering the forest floor, Phedre sighed as she surged inevitably through her dreams towards consciousness. Limbs heavy with sleep and protesting the movement, the earth nymph lazily opened her brown eyes and sat up. Thoughts swirled behind Phedre's soft face, and she contemplated her plans for the day. Loathe though she was to leave the cool shade afforded her by the trees, she knew she should make her way to the city and see what the latest gossip was. Phedre rose to her feet, a soft groan escaping her lips as she rested weight on still-tired limbs and stretched languidly. The forest was always beautiful, but it seemed to thrive in the heat. Walking swiftly among the trees, Phedre stopped every few moments to admire a brightly colored flower or new-born creature. Animal voices mingled with the rustling of brush and leaves, creating a soothing song for her journey, and the nymph raised her own voice to join with the forest around her. It was with a smile on her face that she reached the edge of the woods and peered through the thinning growth at the city ahead. Though it was a peaceful place, the city was still loud and busy to an earth nymph's sensibilities and it always took much of Phedre's will to mingle with the crowd. Bracing herself for conversation, the woman walked from forest to city, the transition seemingly fluid. The heat was worse in the city, but not by much. Sunlight fell through Phedre's soft waves of hair and gave her skin a glimmering sheen, and she brushed her hands over the dress she wore, momentarily self-conscious among so many people. The nymph retreated to a relatively quiet space near an inn, watching the people and activities surrounding her with wide eyes. The tendency to return to the forest was strong, and Phedre hated that she considered it. Although she loved entertaining a few solitary travelers at a time, large numbers of loud people tended to overwhelm her. Nonetheless, she was on a mission for her clan and couldn't afford to be weak and selfish. Her rich brown gaze danced about, searching for a kind face among the crowd. |
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| Celestirillias | Jun 7 2008, 05:19 PM Post #2 |
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The heat didn't come as a bother to the elven woman. Having grown up on an island in the middle of the ocean with a local volcano, the tropical warmth that surrounded her now was almost welcome, as Esiria, the continent from which she came, was significantly cooler than the island she had been born on. Reaching behind her, she pulled her flaming orange hair up and, using ribbons, tied it back. Some of the long strands weren't contained within the mess behind her head, while others tumbled down in gentle spirals. Still others were in extravagant loops, twisting on themselves. Her ears jingled as she turned her head; the gold chains that hung in half-loops from them glinted in the warm sunlight. She was fortunate, wearing a simple sarong of a deep pink and a top to match that wrapped around her neck and exposed her midriff in all its entirety. The latter was plain, the former stitched with exotic-looking flowers in white. She might have gone barefoot, however the men surrounding her had insisted that she wear sandals at the very least. Leather straps twined up her legs, hidden beneath the long sarong. "You really didn't need to come with me, you know," she said softly. The men had been with her since she'd left Eragol's side, travelling the islands that surrounded the two main continents with her as the faithful guards they were. She needed away, to discover what she knew nothing about. "I know, Celestirillias, but we can't have anything happening to you. Lord Eragol would not appreciate his love going missing or - heaven forbid - being murdered while she is not at his side." "Understood, but I would appreciate time to myself. It's bad enough that I must spend my days and nights with you on the ship. I think I can care for myself while we're in a city." She flashed him a warm smile despite her harsh words. The man bowed, waved to his fellow guards, and retreated. He knew when it was time to stop. "We'll come for you when the sun is six hours past midday! That should give you plenty of time." Celest nodded and waved her hand, waiting until they had vanished among the people. She turned and began to walk among the people, violet eyes surveying the crimson buildings with interest. The markings on her cheeks, her abdomen, and back were prominent, but she no longer cared if others saw them. On her back her arbalest was strapped, along with a quiver filled with white feathered arrows. Her eyes strayed to a woman who looked lost. Pausing, Celest chose to watch her, feeling a sense of kinship with her. People stumbled around her almost angrilly. She wasn't sure why she was interested, but there was something... familiar. As if they shared something. She just couldn't identify what. |
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| Yorishine | Jun 8 2008, 08:52 AM Post #3 |
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Amidst the crowd trotted a large creature, of whom, for some, could be difficult not to stop and stare at. But only for some, as a horse was not so uncommon an occurance in the world, and this mare was certainly no different from others that had passed through before. She was a strong and well-tempered creature; her coat a peachy-golden tan atop a pale cream underside that melted down into four white legs. The creature's mane was the purest of whites, her tail reflecting the same hue at her other end. But it was the being that rode her that was truly something to stare at. Riding atop the equine's petite woman, scarcely standing over five feet in height on the ground. She possessed long, blonde hair that fell just beyond her mid-back, which at present was tied back with a single black ribbon. Although pretty enough, it was not beauty that ought to have made the woman an attraction. In fact, the curiousity owed was not for outward appearances at all- save for a slightly awkward gait. The thing that made her an oddity was her soul alone; not a woman's soul, but the soul of a man. Yorishine was rather bothered by the heat, but had managed not to make a show of it. It was little use to yell at the weather, for it had no ears with which to acknowledge such childish tantrums. Far better was it just to go along and let the sky have its way. He was scarcely paying attention as he rode through the city, his mount mostly choosing her own way with little direction given from the woman that sat upon her back. The former male was much too absorbed in his inner thoughts to pay attention to where the mare was headed. Or he was... until a dog upped out of nowhere and started barking its head off. Normally in such a case it would be the horse that would spook, tossing its rider off in order to run away. But not in this case. The palomino was as level-headed as they came. The woman... well... he was a bit high on nerves. A sudden chorus of barks at his side caused Yorishine to jump out of his mind and directly onto the waiting street. He had, indeed, just fallen off his horse. "Oh, of all the damned-!" He cursed the dog aloud, hitting it away as it made for his face. His attempts did not dissuade the dog, as it just started licking at his hand instead. Yorishine was not amused in the least, struggling to get up again despite pain and a heavy animal bouncing around, over and on him. "Get off of me, you mongrel!" All the while, as the blonde woman fought with the overly friendly canine, the mare stood by calmly, just watching. It was clear that the larger animal had not been phased in the least by the dog's antics. Her rider, however... "I'll drive your heart through, you fool dog! Off! Off of me!" Well. The woman seemed to be having the time of her life. One could even ask, she'd say so herself. With the utmost sarcasm intended. After much struggling, the blonde had at last made it upright and even to her feet. But the dog did not relent. It continued to jump at him, eagerly trying to lick every inch of the woman's face. Yorishine, whom had never been much of a dog person, rushed blindly away from the creature- and into the nearest passerby. His body collided right into her- the short glimpse he had had confirmed it to be a woman, though that was little to say given his present state- and the impact found him once again on the ground, in reach of the dog once more. The mutt was on him in seconds, covering his face in happy drool. Voice muffled by his arm due to the way he had landed, Yorishine muttered bitterly, "Some god damn this creature... damn it now." Shielding his face the best he could, he made an attempt to peer up at his victim. She was indeed a woman; as another like he was quite improbable. Her skin was of an uncommon hue and she had dark hair to offset it. His lips parted to give a tired greeting, but only released a heavy sigh as his face was attacked once more. He just couldn't win. |
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