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| Andromalius | Jul 31 2009, 03:08 PM Post #1 |
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((Takes place before Festival of Life)) "Some men were meant to live in clover..." a haunting, serene voice wound like ribbons on the breeze, carrying a very old tune. "...But they are such a chose few..." It filled the area with a tingling whisper, all else falling silent - the trees, the birds - to listen. "...And clover being green is something I've never seen..." A white hand hovered over the tall stalks of grass, the blade tips tickling the palm of his hand, "...'Cause I was born to be blue..." Finding a nice, quiet spot at the foothills of the Do'Suul, a ghost rested his back along the ground, staring up at a dark sky surrounded by a wall of green. "When there's a yellow moon above me... they say there's moonbeams I should view... but moonbeams being gold are something I cannot behold, 'cause I was born to be blue..." This voice would draw the attention of anyone within ear shot, as it was so perfectly flawless and beautiful, it bordered on the hypnotic. Even so, the voice seemed to be without a body, as its owner lay shrouded in the tall grass, not to be obviously seen by curious eyes. He didn't like when people heard him sing, not only because it was embarrassing, but also wariness of being pressured to do so again and again until his lungs could take no more of it. "When I met you, the world was bright and sunny... When you left, the curtain fell... I'd like to laugh, but nothing strikes me funny, and now my world's a faded ...pastel..." Today would mark the beginning of his journey through the new western continent of Soare. It was his last day of relaxation, last day of taking his time, no worries, no obligations, no enemies. Today would be the day he set out to achieve his dream of peace. Funny, how his peace might only come if the rest of the world is at a state of unrest. If only he knew all the things he had forgotten, he might be free. As it were, the shackles of a spontaneous vow bound him to this task, a seed of hate planted within him that he wanted nothing more than to be rid of. If only he could change things, all night could be spent as thus, laying in the grass, collecting dew as he watched the moon rise and disappear into the dawn. No longer would he have to haunt himself... Andromalius sat up to see the edge of the sun gaining on the horizon. Already? Ah, but time passes so quickly when someone has lived for so long. Days go by in the blink of an eye now. Often he could not recall what day of the week it was, or even what month. Time had become an irritatingly laughable concept. He ran a hand back, slowly, through his hair, letting out a sigh. He'd better get moving soon... |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 3 2009, 09:48 PM Post #2 |
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The voice of one who seemed to hold some notion of innocence reached the winds of the Alastrine Valley, rising upwards to the ears of creatures far above. A hawk, small in stature but speedy, was gliding along the currents idly, roaming a land that had changed in many ways. Only a few months ago the goddess had fallen, standing upon the shores of the Sedokai Ocean, to relinquish all that power that had stored itself within her veins. She hadn't minded becoming mortal once more, for the responsibilities and the feeling of the magic just weren't her, and it made playing the part unnecessarily difficult - that, and she had a need to wander, a desire to explore and grope around in new places wherever possible. Those two things, together, had made it impossible for the goddess to be a goddess, a goddess who was worthy of the position. As the voice of the one below reached her avian ears, the bird tilted its wings and dove towards the earth below, disappearing in and among the grasses. When the hawk reappeared, it was in the form of a young woman, garbed in a navy tunic, brown breeches, boots; she was also well-armed, bearing eight daggers and a bastard sword upon her back. The shapeshifter waded through the grass, followinig the sound of the voice, pausing when it stopped. But then the one who had been singing sat up, white locks of hair appearing above and contrasting starkly with the green of the grass. Shadow made her way towards him, her own emerald eyes glancing briefly towards the horizon where the sun was rising. She should have been tired, physically exhausted even, but her mind was wired and she didn't feel particularly drained. Coupled with this added curiosity, she felt as if she had slept. "Do you sing often?" she questioned quietly, cutting through the silence that had been the enraptured earth around him. She came to sit beside him, whether he wanted her there or not, the feeling of calm and serenity that had passed over the valley drawing her to him. Malice did not eminate from him, and she found herself pleased just to sit there, with only her own thoughts to cloud her mind. Although the grasses easily towered over her, for she only stood five feet and two inches when standing straight, she stared into them, as if watching another world. Finally, after a moment, her head snapped back, to look at him. She studied his face for a moment, his appearance, all the things about him that put him out of place from others. Why she'd sat down beside him as if they'd known each other for years she didn't know, but there was something that pulled her towards him. Shadow didn't ask him what he was; to her, he was like anyone else. "Another evening fades away into oblivion. Time, an endless expanse of ebbing and flowing, is continuous and all-encompassing, an entity that which is everlasting, eternal. It blends into itself, until you can't remember today from tomorrow. Some would say that you're lost when that happens, but I feel that you're closer to its heart then. For Time there is no time." She spoke quietly, her eyes staring off into space. A soft breeze stirred her hair, blowing brunette strands across her face. |
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| Andromalius | Aug 4 2009, 02:13 PM Post #3 |
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The silence had been broken before she'd opened her mouth to speak, as the Banshee could quite clearly hear someone wading through the grass. The breeze kept this sound at a minimal, so it would certainly have to be a body. He turned to look, gradually seeing the color of navy appearing, until a young woman came to sit with him in the dewy ribbons of green. Once she was beside him, he gazed at her as she did him, sizing up her features just as she had done. Turning away, he hadn't answered her question. For a long moment, he just continued to sit as he had been doing, eventually falling back down onto his back, the arm furthest from her raising to slide beneath his head. His eyes sought the sky, and watched the rolling clouds pass. People were social, and even if he wasn't completely human anymore, from time to time he, just like anybody else, sought the comfort of company. Having a random stranger share this space right now, he was surprised to find he really didn't mind. It was almost nice. "You sound older than you look," the ghost finally spoke, his speaking voice lacking the fullness of his song. His attention shifted to her, and as it did, he wondered many things. Andromalius was hesitant to cast his cold facade on her, not wanting to interrupt this moment of peace, the thing he craved for most. In conclusion of his inner musings, he decided this one will be granted witness to a very rare thing. "I sing only when I am alone, but I'll sing sing for you if you like." This offer was something he couldn't see himself granting anyone on a normal day. She was at the right place at the right time, and he figured he'd never see her again, so why not? There really was no good reason to ruin the moment, he'd thought long and hard about it. (( Next post will be better D= )) |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 8 2009, 10:33 PM Post #4 |
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"And you look younger than you probably are." She grinned though gave no mention of why she might sound older than she actually was, nor did she dwell on the fact that he was probably much older than she was. There was a feel to those who had long exceeded the normal lifespan of a normal human being, a feel that couldn't quite be described. It wasn't that the air tasted musty, or that the other radiated some sort of arcane and ancient feel to them. No, it was simply that there was a feeling in her gut that told her so and Shadow, having always trusted her instinct above all else, was inclined to believe it. If she had been wrong it wouldn't have mattered much, anyway. "I would like that," she commented quietly, falling back into the grass with him, her eyes to the sky. Both of her arms folded behind her head as she breathed in the calm, quiet atmosphere, soon to be disturbed by song that would inevitably make it calmer than it already was. As she laid there listening she reflected quietly, pleased that she had decided to investigate the song penetrating the heavens. It would be worth her while, she decided, and would be a nice break from the monotony that permeated her everyday life. Ever since her fall there had been a distinct lack of anything to do in her world beyond wander, and while she had done that in the first place, she now no longer had anything to return to. There were no longer people seeking her guidance, or other deities to speak with, and that gave her free time - far too much free time, in fact. It was a blessing, then, that she had stopped and had the time to linger. If there had been anything in their pasts or futures that would have suggested this time of tranquility would not last, she would never have been aware. ((Sorry it's so short. x.x)) |
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| Andromalius | Aug 11 2009, 03:05 PM Post #5 |
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"Mm," he nodded in affirmation of her accusation of him being quite older than the seemingly early twenties. He could feel the same thing from her, that gut feeling, which may have in fact taken its place as the force between them that kept his malice away. This young lady ought to be respected, he thought. And so, when she agreed to hear his lullaby, he turned his eyes back to the fading stars and washed-out moon above, quickly becoming overtaken by the sun's brightness, and began again, carrying on an ancient tune that somebody once upon a time used to sing. It had a bit of Elvish style, slow with soft tones, lyrics like the slowly creeping roots of a Willow tree. He would glance back every so-often at her, trying to find the exact moment in which her face muscles relaxed completely. "You know I could try to kill you very quickly and spontaneously right now," the song was interrupted for a brief thought said aloud. "Your guard is down more-so than most. Or are you just so ancient you don't care anymore? Or overly-confident..." The ghost's dark eyes blinked slowly towards her, hardly moving an inch from where he was. "Nmm. Nevermind," he head turned back sky-wards. "I think it's best we don't know each other anymore than we do now." But... unless she was going to do anything other than sit beside him and stare off into space, he had things that needed doing. |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 11 2009, 06:24 PM Post #6 |
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Shadow's head wove back and forth slowly as she listened to his song, eventually her entire body rocking to the tune. Soon enough she was humming along too, her bright eyes closed, the lines upon her face smoothed out to reveal that she was indeed young. Becoming so wrapped up in the melody and the lyrics, it took her a moment to realize that the song had ended when it did, but when she was aware of this sudden absence, her eyes opened and she turned her head so that she could stare at him. She chuckled softly at his comment, as if she didn't think he was capable of such a feat. Perhaps he wasn't. "Yes, I know," she replied, an unnatural sweetness to her voice. Shadow grinned at him, mischief dancing in her eyes, a daring in them that might have spoke to him, urging him to try to attack her. Of course, she doubted he would; anybody who made a comment like that wasn't usually about to kill someone, and from personal experience those who were out to kill didn't sing sweet songs knowing their prey was sitting right beside them. It was for those reasons that she wasn't worried, and even if she'd had cause to be, she was confident enough in herself that she felt she could stand her groud. "Ancient? No." Shadow laughed, shaking her head. She turned her face towards the stars, her expression suggesting she was remembering things unknown to him. Of course he probably wouldn't know who she was, and if he did he wasn't showing it very well. "Over-confident? Usually am; often been described as being arrogant or pompous. Nah, I just figure that if you're going to try to kill me, you'd think before you tried it blindly. I mean, after all, I'm not armed with eight daggers and a sword for nothing. And that's not to touch on the magic that I may or may not possess. So, honestly, if you really wanted to try I'd say be my guest, but I wouldn't suggest it. Besides, you'd be ruining the peace, and I'm quite enjoying it. Or do you have grander things to attend to, Nameless One? Usually people like to know the names of their victims before they kill them, so they can go flaunting them in the streets. Mine's Shadow." It was easy to see how one would think she was arrogant. The shapeshifter's eyes had dropped from the heavens above, the sun now becoming a touch blinding as it arched over the horizon in full. Shadow was still smiling as she resumed humming his song; she paused, however, and turned to look at him full, her expression mildly more serious than it had been. It wasn't that she saw their little conversation as being particularly amusing, or that she much cared for it, but that she was more humoured with how he was approaching things. "Do you want to kill me? I'll give you the murder weapon if you'd really like to try." She unsheathed one of her daggers and held it out to him, hilt-first, the blade nestled gently into the palm of her hand. |
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| Andromalius | Aug 11 2009, 06:47 PM Post #7 |
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They conversed there quietly, hidden in the tall grass, not but two in each of their worlds. He would listen respectfully to all she had to say, nodding sometimes, all the while casually glancing back and forth between her luscious eyes and the heavens. "Well, people who murder spontaneously are generally those who are lacking in common sense. They do extraordinary things, like get you while your guard is down." The mage sat up, turning his whole body to face her while folding his legs beneath him, hands on his knees, the devilishly long black nails tapping on the cotton fabric of his robes. He tilted his head to the side curiously at her. She was a magic-user as well. He wondered what kind... "You're provoking me?" he blinked. "Huh." A talon came to scratch at his neck idly. He didn't really know what to think of it. She'd probably never offer if she actually knew who he was, that he did have that killing gene in him and would so much as cut her throat as sing to her. He stared at the dagger for a moment as she held it out for him. No, he wouldn't kill her like this. It lacked any kind of style, but he would certainly love to play with her. Hand darting out like a striking snake, he clutched the dagger and tore it away. His body flourished, moving gracefully into a low crouch, kneeling over her with the dagger's edge at the nape of her neck, his other hand gripping her shoulder as to attempt to hold her down. "My name is Andromalius," his brows rose, a triumphant grin unwinding across his white face, dark eyes glinting with excitement. "I do have grander things to attend to, but those can wait. I've waited three-hundred years. One more hour or two can't make much of a difference. So, what action are you going to take now that I have a knife to your throat?" He was far enough away to not be in her face, and the only thing that was touching her was the hand on her shoulder and the hem of his robes over her legs. |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 11 2009, 08:04 PM Post #8 |
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Her arm wrenched as the knife was taken from her, her body rocking into the motion for a moment so as to prevent the arm from being pulled from the socket, yet she didn't allow her own momentum to cause her to do a faceplant into the earth. Shadow managed to keep her balance, but that wasn't to last long as there was a sudden pressure against her shoulder before her own knife was to her throat. Her eyes glanced up towards the blade before they moved to his face. There was a comfortable distance between them, and while his voice was smooth and his expression excitable, the shapeshifter wasn't moved to fear or caution. Her expression, in fact, had remained almost haughty. "Well, Andromalius, I don't think of you as lacking common sense. So I don't suppose you'd murder me here, when I just offered you the object with which to do it. Nice try, though. I'm not terribly afraid of you." Moving as quick as she was able, Shadow's one hand grasped his wrist. She yanked as hard as she could, pulling that arm into as uncomfortable a position as she was able while hopping to the balls of her feet, he blade of the dagger cutting through the side of her neck, grazing against her shoulder as she finally came to stand, just off to the side of him. Then, with a hint of brutality, she released his arm and she kicked him hard, sending him sprawling into the earth. The shapeshifter was on top of him in an instant, sitting on him, grinning. She was by no means strong enough to keep him on the ground, but she technically had the upper hand now. Shadow's hand dropped to the one that possessed the dagger; her fingers closed around his hand, as if to pry it away, yet that hand didn't. Positioned awkwardly on top of him, she arched her eyebrows. "Grander things, hmmm?" Shadow asked, looking as innocent as she could manage. "What sorts of grander things? Also, I believe that you've seen what I just did after you put my blade to my throat. Would you like to try again? I think you're going to find that you don't give me enough credit." Shadow unsheathed one of her remaining seven knives and held it, glancing at it idly. She then turned her gaze towards him and placed the blade against his own throat. "What are you going to do now, Andromalius? The tables have turned just a wee bit." |
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| Andromalius | Aug 11 2009, 08:36 PM Post #9 |
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When she claimed to hold no feelings of fear towards him, his left eyebrow visibly twitched, his smug facade falling. Still, he didn't have much time to react as his hand was grasped and wrenched, causing him to fall back a bit and displace the knife at her throat. For a split second, he thought of baring down on that dagger harder, stabbing it right through her neck, but she was too amusing to kill just yet. Instead, he withstood the pain as the muscles in his arm were forced into unnatural positions. Andromalius awkwardly fell back onto his haunches, finding the ground once more beneath himself only to be once again jarred by a foot in the chest. Her foot felt like metal. It was metal. Coughing from the amount of wind knocked out of him, he stared wide-eyed at the sky, his hair all tousled around him, picking up bits of grass. After hacking up a lung, he groaned, eyes rolling as he began to re-establish himself only to feel a weight pressing against his stomach. The mage glanced up to see himself sat upon, and without another second passing, his jaws spread wide to expel a fit of deep, dark laughter. If she really wanted a fight, he would have to come back and give it to her later, when he could actually kick her ass. But as of this moment, she did indeed have the upper hand. "I never gave you any kind of credit, positive or negative, Shadow," he grinned, looking up at her with the best doe-eyed impression he could muster. It came out looking more creepy than cute, but not at all half bad for a look of innocence from one of the most evil creatures on the planet. "And no, that was quite enough for me... You'll have to wait until I regain my power. Then I could give you a good match. But for now," he paused, the feeling of steely coldness against his own throat now. Dark eyes peered down at where the sensation was coming from as his head dipped back, attempting to give as much distance between the blade and his skin as possible. He held this state for just a moment, something springing by in his mind. This feeling, just were the knife was touching him, was way too familiar for him to forget, yet... When? "Mmm, I think you have me in a checkmate, my dear," slowly, his free hand came up to wrap around the hand of her's that held the weapon. "I feel quite powerless. I suppose I have nothing to do now but surrender." A lie. He had plenty up his sleeve, but for some reason he wanted it to stop here, lest he accidentally blow her head off and lose someone to talk to. "Your wish is my command, Mistress. Please, give me your bidding. Your lowly servant will not displease you." His grinned again, this time, a bit more subtle and softly. |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 12 2009, 11:25 AM Post #10 |
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"Weren't expecting that, were you?" She perched on him, probably feather-light compared to most that he had probably dealt with. He bespoke of evil things and dark intentions but her mind, having had a much different first impression of him than most, could not even begin to concieve of him as being some sort of demon. However, the way he spoke... Shadow eyed him for a moment, frowning slightly, before it melted away and she was grinning again. To her this was just a tussel on the ground, nothing truly serious. She also doubted she'd be meeting him again after this, having no intention of lingering in Morrim for long. When his hand clasped around the one that held the knife to his throat, she laughed quietly and shook her head. "If I'd wanted to stab you, I wouldn't have given you a ten-second leeway. Don't worry - I don't kill needlessly." At his submission to her, she laughed again. It was all in jest, of course - Andromalius didn't strike her as the type to just bow down to someone, especially when his strength could easily overpower them. Still, however, she accepted his submission. With sudden swiftness that would have surprised most, Shadow wrenched her hand out of his and buried the dagger deep into the earth, not an inch from his neck, before making quick eye contact with him and hopping off, reaching back to nab the weapon out of the ground as she soared over him to land a few feet from his head. The fighter had left him with her other blade, knowing she'd get it back from him eventually. As Shadow turned and straightened, it was clear that she was fairly nimble; that could only mean that not only was she quite used to the weight of the blade on her back, but that she was also probably adept with it as well. "My lowly servant, huh?" she asked, appearing thoughtful. It crossed her mind that she could order him to answer the question he had either avoided or forgotten about, but she decided to leave it. If he truly had grand plans, she would see them later on, when they began to manifest themselves. "I suppose asking you to sing again is out of the question, though I did enjoy that," Shadow mused, beginning to mock-pace, the index of her right hand to her lip, as if deep in thought. "You said you were three hundred years old, didn't you? I wonder... Do you remember what this land looked like three hundred years ago? I'm ah... not virgin to its soils." No, Shadow was sure he had no idea who she had been, and that was probably for the best. If what he said was true - if they were to encounter one another again in the distant future to have a real match - then it was better that he not know what she was capable of. Or what she specialized in. That would ruin the surprise, she thought, fingers on her left hand tapping against the knife she still gripped. |
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| Andromalius | Aug 12 2009, 08:25 PM Post #11 |
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He looked up at her with a somber, very serene smile when she confirmed she didn't kill just for laughs and giggles - like he did. It was more the way she looked that created this smile, and he felt himself becoming extremely content with a young-looking, feisty brunette sitting on him with a blade to his neck. He would not be the one to push her off. It had been so long since he'd had contact with another person, and right now he was milking that, albeit very quietly. The wrenching of his hand was not met with any kind of opposition, instead allowing her to do whatever she wanted to with his hand to allow for minimal discomfort. His eyes casually followed her wherever she went as she lept over him, staying still himself without incentive to get up, yet as she arrived above his head somewhere, he had to crane his head back to keep an eye on her, staring at her upside-down. "Yes, your lowly servant," he chimed right after her. "Why would singing be out of the question, Mistress? It's a simple task that I do believe even someone as meaningless and feeble as myself could accomplish. And have." But as the prospects of charming her again with his voice faded, she hopped onto another subject. Andromalius finally moved, rolling onto his stomach to watch her, even more grass in his hair now than before, so long that it was slowly becoming fairly tangled. She asked him how the land had flourished once upon a time. He remembered that, at least. "Well..." he began, thinking of where to start. "Nothing too great has changed. The mountains have grown a bit more weathered, the streams, a bit less in them. There are definitely more trees now than I remember, though. Morrim, along this part of the Do'Suul, had little to no vegetation, but since then, vines have taken over my home and weeds sprout from my floors... It takes a much longer time than three centuries for there to be a substantial change in terrain, though." The ghost sat up, folding his legs indian-style, and moved all of his hair over one shoulder as to neatly begin brushing it out with his nails, ridding it of all the grass he'd picked up. "I noticed you wear a wedding band," he said quietly after a moment of silence. "Where is he?" Dark eyes curiously flicked back in her direction. "I like stories. You should tell me one." |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 14 2009, 12:31 PM Post #12 |
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She chuckled quietly, amused by his demeanour. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she knew, and while she could have made him do any single thing she wanted him to do, that wasn't her intent. Shadow liked to play the leader, not the overlord, and had never ever considered enslaving another creature, powerful or weak, for the sake of having someone else do what she was more than capable of. That didn't mean, however, that she wouldn't milk this for what it was worth, but that she would do so in a different way. Apparently that way would be by exchanging stories. "A song isn't the same if it's sung from the vantage point of captivity," Shadow replied airily, taking a seat in the grass once more. She crossed her legs and leaned her elbows against her thighs, lacing her fingers together so that she could place her chin on the mesh that they made. It was true, what he said about the lands; they wouldn't have changed much in three hundred years, but it was nice to know, anyway. "Are you from Morrim? Or did you just happen to make a living here for yourself, for a while? I don't suppose your 'house' is near here?" He spoke then, about an object upon her finger that she hadn't necessarily forgotten, but hadn't paid much mind to lately, either. Glancing down at that very item, her green eyes lingered on the gold band that wrapped around her left ring finger, having been there for... nearly six years. She blew out a sigh that lifted her brunette hair from in front of her eyes before she glanced back towards Andromalius. Why should he notice such a thing? "He's... been gone for a while. Over two years now, I think." She paused; Shadow's eyes shifted to the fauna around them, following each individual strand. She didn't glance back at him. "He left a little while ago, just before the fall of the gods. I don't know where he was going or why, but I haven't heard from or seen him since. His name was Alex Prowers." As far as she could tell, there really wasn't much else to say on the subject, unless Andromalius decided to further question her. "He used to be a deity, but he fell long before the others did. I'm not sure why that would be." Shadow sighed. It was a touchy subject, especially since their relationship hadn't been one of the most conventional ones. And, before he'd left, it hadn't become any more conventional, either; that wasn't entirely his fault - Shadow had had more than her fair share of problems. "I was thirteen when we met, fourteen when we married, seventeen or eighteen when he left." |
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| Andromalius | Aug 24 2009, 12:09 PM Post #13 |
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"True..." he mused as she took a seat once more and settled. With one last drag back over his head, his hair was back to its pristine and perfect condition. He didn't touch any more on the subject of captivity, thinking they might have directly opposing views that may take the conversation in a bad turn. The manner in which she said things made him assume she was one of the ones to follow society's commonly accepted morals, a web of rules he never intended to pay any attention to. When she asked him where he was from, his disposition didn't change a bit, save for his attention which directed itself upon a flock of traveling birds overhead, watching as they disappeared among the mountains. "As far as I know, I am. I have been "born" twice, the first time irrelevant as that is no longer my life. My second one began here. My home is very close by. We could walk from here and arrive within an hour or so." Alright, it was her turn now, and she didn't disappoint as she told him a story while searching her hand. The tale left him in puzzlement. Was she still so devoted to a man that had vanished without a trace two years ago? If the ring were just a memento, he wondered if she would still be wearing it on that particular finger as opposed to keeping it safe, tucked away in a pocket or on a chain. None of this was personal interest, of course, but simply mild curiosity, the very same brand that she may have been getting for him. "Well then... If I ever come across a man of this name, I will let him know that his wife is still waiting for him. The Banshee's head turned to watch the giant sun rise up, its body hovering halfway over the horizon now. Daylight had begun to flood the sky, tinting the clouds cotton candy colors. His white hair received the colors like an empty canvas, outlining the light wisps with a glowing halo of gold and pink. "I should get going, Shadow. I have a lot to do... But it was a pleasure to meet you." Quickly, his head turned back to her. "Unless there's one more question you'd like to ask me." A white hand played with the dagger in front of himself, idly thumbing the blade before he took it in between his index finger and thumb and, with a whip of his wrist, sent it sailing until the blade sank into the soft ground just in front of her. There, now she had all eight returned. |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 25 2009, 10:12 AM Post #14 |
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Although she wasn't sure if he would actually mention to Alex that she still waited on the continent of Soare, as patient as any, for the man she had married all those years ago, a grateful smile still manifested itself on her lips, reaching her eyes as she searched Andromalius' face for a moment. Shadow somehow doubted he would ever actually find the man - she sincerely doubted Alex was anywhere near Soare, let alone the known islands near and around either continent, isolated or not. But it was comforting, at least, to know that someone out there might one day see him and, in a gesture of unseen kindness, tell him to go home. That she would ever see him again... it was a thought she had struggled with. "Thanks." Shadow's own eyes shifted to the dawning sky for a moment, following the colours and clouds with eyes that reflected them back to some degree. "It was a pleasure, indeed," she murmured quietly, shifting her attention back to the man who had sung her a quiet song, a lullaby. For someone so innocent, and one who didn't appear entirely malelovent, she couldn't imagine what great things he had to attend to, when he was clearly neither a monarch nor someone important. There was a nagging at the back of her mind, however, that told her he wasn't what he seemed; it bothered her but she pushed it down. If intended to cause harm and walk the dark path, they would meet again. If not... Her fears and doubts would have been for nought. "Actually..." the fighter replied after a moment, her fingers drumming against her chin, "I do. Well... actually two, but neither requires a lengthy answer - something simple would suffice, a 'yes' or a 'no'." She caught the flash of her blade's gleam in the rising sunlight as it flew through the air, burying itself into the ground in front of her. She hadn't flinched. Reaching forward, she plucked it from the earth and sheathed it, all eight now lining either side belt that curved around her thighs. She stood, brushed herself off, and made eye contact once again. Her questions, as she had said, were ones that could be answered simply, that neither required nor demanded an explanation. "Do you know what I am, or what I once was? Rather, do you recognize me by glance, Andromalius? And, if I were dig around a bit, perhaps visit a library, would I discover what you are or who you were? I am merely curious..." Shadow smiled, though it appeared more distracted than anything. |
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| Andromalius | Aug 30 2009, 09:18 PM Post #15 |
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"Mm," he nodded to her gratitude. "I know what it's like to have a missing piece in your heart. It's certainly a burden..." He allowed her to search him, eyes meeting with those of the fallen goddess shamelessly. Let her keep what she finds, even if it does happen to be the image of a guarded stone wall, kept erected to shield her from what truly rested beneath. Her fears and doubts were plenty correct, but did anyone ever wonder why? If they were to meet again under different circumstances, he doubted she would be the one to ask. No one ever did, and they would go on in their ignorance without ever knowing just how innocent the ghost that sat in the dewy planes of Morrim actually was. Then again... would he really tell anyone if he was actually asked? The Banshee perked with the discovery that she wasn't quite finished with him yet. "...Yes?" he blinked at her, shifting where he was to prop a knee up and fold his arms over, resting his chin there on his forearms. But his new position became compromised as she rose, eyes flicking up to her as she did so. She supplied him with her questions and he grinned. "Well... I would liked to have avoided this question, but I cannot refuse my master," as he said this, his body tilted until he was kneeling before her for only a wavering moment before rising to stand, and, taking a step forward, he entered her personal space to look down at her. "No, I don't know you. And yes, it is possible to find me on the pages of some kind of fairytale, though I doubt you would know where to look..." The ghost's pale expression shifted to a soft smile, tilting his head just slightly as if recalling a fond memory. "I hope you do find something before we have the chance to meet again, Shadow. It will be different." |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 31 2009, 10:12 AM Post #16 |
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His words were almost ominous as he towered above her, her head tilted back to his tilted forward. If his 'great plans' did have something to do with conquest, she wouldn't have been surprised, although what an apparition such as himself would do, or why he would feel the need to conquer something, she didn't know. It was perhaps fortunate that they had met today, under such quiet and serene circumstances, brought together by a quiet song. His threat, which she only halfheartedly took consideration of, was thrown right back at him. "I would advise you do the same then. Should we meet again... I do believe the circumstances may be different. And if I take what you say with a grain of salt, they will be." Shadow flashed him a grin then and turned, putting distance between them so that he was no longer invading that private space that was so precious to her. The fact that she didn't like having him so close wasn't the only reason that she withdrew, however; in order to evoke the tribal power of the shapeshifter within, she required some space between herself and others, if only so that the transformation itself didn't end in disaster. The moment she felt that the distance was significant enough, she allowed the power to flow over her body, consuming from the tips of her fingers and toes to the base of her spine, to the very delicate tissues of her brain. Fingernails became claws, hair thick fur, and what had once been a slightly curved nose and a human face became that of a jaguar's, long, square, with two triangular ears. The spotted beast stared at the man she had met for a brief moment, her animal form having retained the emerald of her eyes, before she turned and fled. All that could be seen above the tall grass was the tip of her tail as chunks of dirt and flora were flicked into the air. She was running towards the border of Morrim, having no true desire to linger in the country any longer. She offered the apparition no farewell, no kind goodbyes or parting words. If what he said was true, it would make the coming future easier to bear. |
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