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| Topic Started: Jul 17 2009, 12:09 AM (103 Views) | |
| Ashes | Jul 17 2009, 12:09 AM Post #1 |
 
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Everything at the palace was splendid. She played poker daily with the chefs and slid down the stairwells for fun, and at night she slept in a comfortable bed with real blankets- not only were they real, but they were soft. Yes indeed, it would seem she had been cast into the lap of luxury. The tutoring too had been supplied and she was excelling at it, reading and writing was coming to her as swiftly as she could read it. Still, as she paced the corridors and laughed with the cooks and did cart wheels down the stairs, she knew something was a missing. Tarot too flew lazy circles but even when she went out in the garden he did not seem satisfied, Both of them were restless. The streets were in their blood, and there was no changing it. Thus on this day she had ventured out to Kinaldi. When the trek had started the sky had been merely overcast, but now it was a stony gray that grumbled angrily. Raindrop had started pounding the earth like tiny liquid bullets but that could not dissuade her. Dressed in her usual attire, she had gathered quite a crowd of well dressed gents and ladies and especially sticky-fingered children. First it was just loud calls to gather 'round and then a series of flips. Now she had moved on to the bigger tricks. She tipped a battered flaks to her lips and felt the absinthe burn her tongue. Even in the rain she held out the fire stick and Tarot landed on her forearm. His long tail curled around her and he blew a tongue of fire out on the wrapped end. It caught and as it did she sprayed the absinthe between her lips. A huge leaping burst of fire was sent forth. People gasped, so rare were there street performers in their upstanding town. The children squealed in delight even as lightening split the sky in two behind them. Next she drew her sword and poured oil down the trench in the blade for blood. Again the absinthe filled her mouth and burnt her tongue and again she exhaled huge streamers of fire but this time it was over the blade. Children huddled in their coats as they watched in aw. She selected one, his hot pink hair drenched and clinging to her cheeks. Her eyes were flashing, poison green. She pointed to a boy, lead him out and had him hold the flaming sword straight up. Thunder roared, the heavens lit as lightening struck. She took a step, and then another, and then took off at a run towards the boy. Rocketing into the air she did a series of flips before clearing the tip of the flaming blade. “Thank you, thank you! How about someone taller now? Erhm... You.” She picked a teenage boy from the crowd, all gangly with new found height and had him hold he flaming blade up. She had to start further back but some how in the impressive series of acrobatics on the wet stone she managed once more to clear the blade. She grinned, a smile with mischief and street smarts behind it. She selected another onlooker, a man this time, and had him hold the blade. She stared it down before taking the first rushing steps. Bare feet on stone, Tarot flying dizzy circles around. A mother covered her child's eyes, so sure that this time the performer would impale herself on the wakazashi. She did a front flip, her hair turned green as she pun, and then purple, and then yellow. All the different flips she did had her hair switching colors but it returned to pink as she sprung up. Her body curled and she rolled forward in the air. Fer feet him stone- she was safe! Adrenaline filled her veins but her legs slipped and she fell down, into the splits, playing it off like part of the act when in reality she had almost fallen on her face.. All the men winced, there was cheering as she stood and waved. The crowd reluctantly started the clear, children whining and calling for her to do another trick. Tarot, his small body laying across her shoulders as his tail curled like a python around her bandaged upper arm. She was already soaked, but she still looked around for an Inn or a Tavern she could seek shelter at before heading back to the palace. She hummed as her eyes sought open doors. The rain poured harder, and Tarot spread a wing over her head, hair streaking with black as she started to walk down the street, searching still with her bright, poison green eyes. |
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| Drium | Jul 19 2009, 01:00 AM Post #2 |
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Drium had nowhere to go and nowhere to be. He hadn’t felt like stealing anything; he had gotten his fill of his beloved pastime earlier. He felt rather listless and lethargic, unwilling to move from his current location. The demon knew that what he was feeling was simply temporary and would be gone before he knew it, so he didn’t put much effort into fighting it. Every now and again, one simply had to let their feelings run their course. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled of the few trinkets that he had snagged by pick pocketing: a necklace he could only assume was to be a gift to a female, a few loose gold coins that was at one time someone’s pocket change, and a rather shiny stone, the most interesting thing of the group. He held the stone up to what faded light was available, unable to make heads or tails of what it was exactly. He knew that it wasn’t magical in nature though, simply a pretty little thing someone had picked up from the ground during an outing. Either way, it was his now and he was sort of fond of it, keeping it in hand as he sighed and allowed his mood to take over. The demon was sitting along the street leaning back against the side of one of the buildings. His head was leaned back and turned slightly, gaze aimed off somewhere down the road as he rubbed the stone between his fingers. He paid no attention to the people who passed him by in the town and for the most part they did the same. Every now and again, one would shoot him a strange sideways glance as they walked by, and even rarer a spare coin was tossed his way. He sneered at the first person who did that, but eventually he just accepted it; if he looked that down on his luck, he might as well make use of it. Eventually, as the sky continued to darken, he began returning to a more natural state of mind. It was only when the first cold raindrop fell from the sky and smacked him in the head did he fully snap out of it. He looked up at the suddenly pouring sky, near instantly becoming soaked in the downpour. His eyes narrowed and he sneered at dark clouds before standing to his feet and stretching his arms. The rain didn’t bother him in the least and he smirked at the sight of the people running every which way to escape it. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he began to wander down the street, looking for something to occupy his time with. The chill of the rain against his bare skin did little to bother him, but he still sort of desired a cloak or something to wrap around himself. Seeing a tavern, he began to head towards it, but stopped suddenly as the door flung open and a body literally came flying out, crashing onto the curb. “And don’t come back!” A heavy voice shouted. Drium simply blinked at the person in the street, watching as he attempted to stand, but only managed to stumble and collapse back into space. “Ya call thas piss wada ales!?” The man yelled back, accented and a bit slurred, to which whoever tossed him simply slammed the door closed in response. Drium hesitated almost in front of the entrance himself for a while, not entirely sure he wanted to stop inside of this particular tavern. He currently had no desire to participate in any kind of altercation and judging by his recent luck regarding tavern fights, was rightfully hesitant. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted some movement and turned to see. A girl, just as soaked as he was approaching with some winged thing on her head. He tilted his head as he stared at her before shrugging and offering a very nonchalant wave of his hand. |
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| Ashes | Jul 21 2009, 10:34 PM Post #3 |
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Her boots were tossed over her shoulder with the laces tied in a strong knot. Her hair, the pink strands clinging her to cheeks, was soaked despite her fiery friends attempt as shielding her with an out stretched wing. It hit the ground like tiny chunks of glass, each shattering never to be repaired by man or magic. It was soothing, even as it stung bare flesh and broke the the sky; Ah yes, some vengeful god parading through the sky on a chariot, hurling her rage across the heavens while his wheels clattered. Her mind played with images like a child's might, making up an elaborate story about just what created the gale. It switched from a mad god to that three headed dog the bard had once spoke of, roaring, with giant paws pounding across the sky as he chased the sun, wishing to eat it up. Desperate perhaps the sun hid behind the clouds, and in defense shot lightening to confuse the mammoth creature. Whatever it was, it was not evil in her eyes; the poisonous green orbs which even now watched as the droplets fell threefold harder and mother rushed their children into shops and homes. Scholars held their books to their chests and under their cloaks, trying to keep the precious pages from the torrent. She looked to the side at her still-flaming sword. It would burn until the oil ran out if she let it, but inside she swung the sheath off her back and held it in her left hand while her right pushed the blade into it. Thankful for its fire proof qualities she stowed it once more on her back. Tarot flew dizzy circles as she slid the straps back into place, the sword resting between her shoulder blades with the hilt visible over her right shoulder. She was only barely tall enough to draw it thanks to her slight form but it still served as a powerful deterrent to the muggers and thieve of Angkar; here, however, there was no need to fear such enemies. As she walked, she was forced to stop abruptly and take a step backwards as a man was hurdled out of a Tavern. The sign creaked, swinging wildly as the wind howled. Tarot anchored himself to her, wrapping his tail around her bandaged upper arm and using sharp talons to grip her shoulders, accidentally breaking skin so tiny pinpricks of blood ran down her shoulder. She hardly even noticed, busy watching the drunken man flounder about in the street and shouted slurs at the barkeep. “It must be fine ale if it got you this shit-faced.” Ashes laughed softly, moving around the man, towards the tavern. Her eyes caught on a man lingering near the door, he offered her a slight wave. She smiled a little, her eyes caught on his cattish ears- indeed the only thing feline about his whole figure. The triangles were peeking through a mop of purple hair, and absently her hair changed colors to match his. It was a pretty color, to say the least, and it suited this male, whatever it was he happened to be. His rusty eyes were piercing, as striking as her own if not made more so but the apparent lack of pupils. As she stepped nearer she realized her first observation was wrong- he had pupils, they were just pinpricks. She moved towards him, curious, and towards the door of the Tavern as well. “ 'lo.” she created with a small little nod in his direction, as well as a small smile. She looked at the door and then back at the stranger, “Cats before rats.” She said jokingly, but held the door open for him to pass her. The sound of sloshing tankards and loud raucous laughter came from within, as well as a gust of welcoming warm air. |
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| Drium | Aug 14 2009, 10:30 PM Post #4 |
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Drium smirked as the approaching woman; she hadn’t spotted him just yet, instead distracted by the drunken man in the street. He too glanced at him then, watching as he took a minute to simply sit there and breathe before staggering to his feet and letting everyone around know just what he thought of the tavern owner. And his mother. The demon couldn’t help but shake his head sadly at the man, but said nothing to him, instead just following him with his eyes as he began to stumble away in search for another location where he could get even more plastered. When the woman looked at him, the scent of blood caught the demon’s attention and his eyes automatically zoned in on the small streaks of red on her shoulder caused by her small companion. He stared at it for a moment, mind blanking for a split second before returning to her face. She too was having a moment to stare at the one in front of her and he thought it was odd how sometimes you ran into someone and everything could stop just for the two of you to note how peculiar the other was. He smirked, but then his eyes widened a bit as her hair colored shifted to mimic his own. “Cool.” He breathed, mostly to himself as she moved towards the door. Inwardly he frowned, but figured that it was inevitable. Taverns were the place to be and he should simply get over his dislike of them if he was going to spend the majority of his time in the city. “Hi.” He replied casually while standing nearer. He wanted company, and the one in front of him seemed like she would be pretty cool to hang out with, but he figured it would be really presumptuous of him to ask if there was anywhere aside from the tavern she’d want to go. She didn’t know him first of all, and it was raining; his eyes dropped to the ground. Though he didn’t truly want to go in the tavern, the woman’s joking invite drew him despite himself and he laughed lightly at her words, though at the same time felt a little bit weird about them. For whatever reason, Drium was a tad bit overly conscious about being called or referred to as a cat in any way, shape, or form. He knew it was slightly irrational for him to get upset about it due to the prominent cat ears that sat on his head, but he couldn’t help himself; everyone had their pet peeves after all, right? Pushing past that though, he stepped inside the tavern and hoped that nothing rambunctious occurred during the visit; for once he’d like just a casual, sane visit. As soon as he entered the building, the pleasantly warm air hit him and he was suddenly very much relieved to be out of the rain. The place was kind of crowded, filled with like minded individuals who also wanted to be out of the rain. Most of the tables were taken though there were still a few empty stools at the bar. Drium turned back to look at the now purple haired woman and ran a hand through his hair, pushing back a few damp bangs. “How’d you do that thing with your hair?” |
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| Ashes | Aug 19 2009, 09:56 AM Post #5 |
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In response to the cat-man's casual hello, she lifted her hand in an equally casual response, all the while offering her smile, the one that of its own accord seemed to put that tormenting, 'I know a secret' feel to her whole form. She walked with ease through the bar, but walked close to him as both their body language seemed to dictate a desire for free-and-easy company. Tarot watched Drium curiously from where he lay like a scaly tomcat across the performer's bare shoulders. His long tail flicked too and fro, swaying with absent ease but obvious awareness of all around. He man be in a relaxed state, but he could spring to life in an instance if he needed to protect the girl he so loved. If the stony gray clouds had made the outside eerily dark, then the inside of this tavern was no different. Lit by flickering candles on the tables and torches on the wall, it was made hazy by smoke from the pipes being smoked. There was a low rumble of chatter, and tankards clunking and sloshing. Cards were being shuffled and dealt, and jokes followed by loud laughter rang. Ashes had no desire to be in the middle of such a den. Even if it was a pleasurable atmosphere, she wasn't feeling all that rowdy, and merely wanted to make acquaintances with this feline fellow. That was why, rather than approach the few empty stools at the bar, she moved towards a dark but occupied corner. The torch light did little in this area, where there were two chairs and a table tucked between the side of the bar and a cracked window. It would seem these gentleman, both gruff looking, were drowning current sorrows with pint after pint of ale. “'scuse me.” Ashes said, fearless as she strode to stand right beside their table. One of the men looked up, with ale dribbling down into his messy gray beard. Behind him the window was lit with lightening, the tap tap tap of rain sweet music, that was tainted by his voice. 'What'dya wan' lass?” A lock of Ashes' currently purple hair clung to her cheek,still wet with rain drops. Thunder rumbled, she spoke quietly, but fearlessly, meeting both the men's eyes in a way that demanded respect. “Seeing as you're drunk-under-the-table, and a lady like myself,” this was spoken with a half joking tone, “Would rather not have to sit in the middle of such a man's establishment, I figured you'd be a gentleman and offer me and my friend here your table.” The respect she had requested by her tone was not given, as he let out a low rumbling chuckle. He grinned as well, showing off a half empty mouth, and those teeth that were not already missing were rotting where they rested, clinging to his gums by a wing and a prayer. Ashes crossed her arms even as he spoke, “What'll ya gimmie if we do, sweetheart?” “A poke in the eye with a sharp stick.” Ashes retorted flatly, completely unamused by the disgusting male's advances. She glanced at Drium, at least her chosen company was something to look out. The toad-like drunkards sickening grin fell to the frown of a petulant child and he stood. His fat gut bumped the table, startling his apparently passed out friend. Ashes held her ground, but in the instant he reached out a pudgy fist there was a whip crack that silenced the whole bar. “Why you lil bitc-GAHHHH!” The man stumbled backwards, looking at his injured hand, his drunken mind unable to comprehend that tarot's tail had lashed him with strike a bull whip would have envied. At the same moment, Ashes drew her sword, pressing the still warm blade to his throat. The man's back pressed against the bar, and his white linen pants suddenly had a very large and still growing stain of wetness on the crotch. His friend was already halfway out the door, teetering drunkenly, knocking a lesser sized man down in his haste. Ashes glanced over and sheathed her sword like nothing at all had happened. “Your friend is leaving without you.” she said in mock surprise. He stumbled, out the door as fast as his unsteady legs could carry him. Ashes fell into the seat closest to the window. A suitable frame for her form as she gestured for her cattish friend to take a seat as well. Pink stripes that the Cheshire cat would envy appeared in her hair even as he spoke. She smiled a little, spinning a few damp strands around her fingers. As if to demonstrate her hair flickered green and orange and a few other vivid colors before returning back to the purple with the pink horizontal stripes. “I Don't know, honestly. Its like...Trying to explain how you make your hand close and open. I don't really think about it, just when I want to, it does.” She rubbed her neck a little, hoping her reply had been satisfactory. “I'm Ashes, by the way, Ashes Ironheart.” She looked up as the barkeep leaned over the side of the bar, “Ya two want anythin to wet your whistles?” he asked jovially, and Ashes looked thoughtful, before taking the tender off guard completely, “Any chance at all I could get something like... hot chocolate?” She sounded hopeful, smiling. He laughed after his eyes widened and nodded, “Mi'wife is makin some upstairs for mi'kids. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I brought down a cup for a customer.” Ashes smiled and nodded, “Alright, thanks. And...A half pint of Ale for my lizard.” Even as she spoke Tarot slipped from her shoulders, walking across the table to investigate Drium more closely. His eyes glinted with human intelligence, his long tail dangling off the table where it swung lazily, unthreatened but curious. Ashes' green eyes glinted in the flickering light of the candle, ethereal poison green, while she asked, “What'll you have? Don't worry about coin, I'm buyin'.” Outside, the storm raged on. |
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