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 Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 8:16 pm
Elias found himself in the large sitting room of the archaic manor, as always he was dressed in his formal clothing, with his black long sleeve dress shirt, white tie white suspenders loose black slacks and two-toned black and white sued shoes. The chains of his wallet were as always hanging from the right front pocktet, like the snakes that both he and his daughter enojyed so much. Elias had his face partly covered by his large wide brim hat with its white band as he sat utterly quite in that chair. He hand was stroking the trim gottee on his chin with it streaks of eloant silver, as from his mouth issued tendril of the chocolate smelling tabacco from the thin hand rolled cigar that Elias held loosely between his lips. He had seen Lady Naliah walk in had heard the voices issuing from the kitchen from still he sat there, loosing himself in clouds of smoke and memories. His mind focused completely on one thing Lady Naliah.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 8:21 pm
"We are a Beastlord...or sometimes called a Master of Beasts. our Path is to commune with the spirits of the Totems, to grant ourselves and our friends thier gifts. We learn the fighting methods of the animals. to be fast as snakes, cunning as tigers, strong as bulls. We blend the Paths of the Shaman, and the Monk. for our strength to the Wilds, we are given the Warder, our spiritual companion and ally."
It was a recitation of what it was to be a Beastlord, taught to him by the Old One. he lightly fingered his new collar.
"Cymarron's path, the one he follows here, is to protect the pack. Nailah above all, but the Pack as a whole. We obey all commands and wishes of the Den mother, Saradin her new mate, Nailah, and Eclispe. they are our masters, and our friends. this is our home, the Pack is our family...we do not have any blood kin left."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 8:26 pm
Brightsabre sat at the piano, staring at the keys, wondering if he could play them, he really wanted to. He looked at them for a long while, and recalled exaclty which keys Nailah had hit in which order, he extened his feelings into the machine, and felt where her fingers had fallen so very long ago...
His hands fell into the right position, and he was about to press the keys, but he just sat there, worreid that he was going to fail. Instead of conjouring the song that Nailah had played, he began to hit a single key. The middle key, one that he could sing with a fair bit of percision. He smiled child-like at the noise, and continued to play it until he memoried the sound, then his finger moved up on key.
The sound was faint, and Nelphean was content, siting at the piano trying to learn, as a child with no teacher...
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 8:31 pm
"See, we're more simlar than she thought. you're a master of animals. Im a master of spirits. more or less."
another bowl finished.
"you play cello rather well, Lord Cymarron."
she made it sound like an off hand comment, as she leaned back in her chair, absently scratching behind the ears of a timber wolf that was not there a moment before.
"a man of many talents, eh?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 8:33 pm
Elias tilted his head back as he gazed up towards the large expansive celling of the manor. This place had taken so much, but it had certaintly given him much more than he had ever really expected to have. A sly smile spread across his face, where else would he have meet Naliah, that gorgeous Egyptian had stolen his heart like only one other had done. And her band he still faithfully wore around that finger of his. But this was a new world and a new time, and only fate and the gods would know that outcome of this grand adnventure called life.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 8:36 pm
"Tyler."
Tyler heard his name called but it sounded fuzzy and faraway. He murmured something and rolled over.
"Tyler. Wake up sweetheart."
Tyler heard it again and thought he knew the voice. But it couldn't be... He opened his eyes and blinked. "Miss Niah?"
Niah smiled and nodded. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched the little boy wake up.
Tyler grinned and squealed then threw himself into her arms. He hugged her tightly and said "Miss Niah! You came back!"
Niah jerked in surprise then a slow smile spread over her features. She held the little boy tightly and stroked his soft hair, then placed a kiss on his head. "Yes. I came back. I told you I'd be here for you."
Tyler looked up at her and his smile faded. "I'm sorry I was bad." His blue eyes filled up with tears. "I didn't mean to make you leave me. I just.."
Niah shook her head and pulled him to her. She hugged him tightly and said "Sweetheart I didn't leave because you were bad. It wasn't your fault I was bad. I left because..." she stopped unsure of how to explain it to him.
"Because of that man. The one who made you cry." Tyler pulled away and his little fist came down on the bed. "I don't like him."
Niah smiled. "Yes well I must say I agree with you there."
He looked at her his tears disappearing. "So you really didn't leave because I was bad."
He was so cute. She felt a twinge of regret for making him worry so much. "No. It's okay to be bad Tyler. Besides if you were good all the time, how much fun would that be? I want a little boy with some fire and spirit. Makes life interesting." she laughed.
"I can be bad." he nodded solemnly. "I have lotsa fire. And spirt." He tried to say the word and found himself confused.
"Spirit Tyler, not spirt. And I know you do. That's what I love about you."
Tyler hugged her again adn said softly, "I love you Miss Niah."
Niah felt tears in her eyes and sniffed once. Wasn't this what she wanted? Unconditional love? "I love you too, Tyler. So much." She pulled him away and met her eyes with his. "And I promise you Tyler that I will never leave you again."
His eyes grew very wide. "Never ever? No matter what?"
"Never ever. No matter what."
"Even if I break something and Miss Ara gets so mad at me she tells me to leave? Would you come with me?"
Niah laughed "Let's hope that wouldn't happen. But yes, sagira, I'd go with you. Anywhere."
Tyler nodded and grinned. Miss Niah had given her promise never to leave him. He was happy. He stood up and ran over to the door, looking back at her. "Come on Miss Niah."
Nailah stood up and said "Where are we going?"
"To tell everyone you're back. Miss Ara missed you something awful and Miss Bastet..well she's kinda upset with you but I think once she sees you she'll be happy again. She said some stuff....I don't think I should repeat..."
Niah laughed again. "I'm sure Bastet was upset. I'll probably have to fight her." She cringed thinking of the things Tyler may have heard. Then she grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the desk. "We are going to play in here for a little while. I have a new game."
Tyler's eyes glowed with happiness. "A new game. What is it? Where did you learn it? Can I play? How do you play?"
Typical child. Always asking questions. She sat down in her chair and pulled the little boy on her lap, unwilling to let him sit by himself. Then she picked up a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote his name. She pointed to it and said "T-y-l-e-r. Tyler. That's you. I'm going to teach you how to read and write. It's a very fun game."
Tyler groaned. "My sister had to learn, Miss Niah. It's not a game. It's boring."
"Have you ever done it?"
He looked at her for a moment. "Well no..."
"Then how do you know it's boring? You don't and that's precisely my point." Then she took his small hand and showed him how to hold the quill. Taking his hand in her own she put the quill to the paper and wrote his name again. And again. And again. Showing him how to form the letters and saying them each time she wrote one.
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 8:44 pm
"Perhaps. we commune with the spirits of nature. the Totemic animals spirits. Would you excuse us for just a moment?"
He got up, and got a slice of cheesecake, put it on a tray, and got a stool, and walked to Nailah's room, set the stool and tray down by it, and a fork..and came back to the kitchen, nodding to Elias on the way, and settling down again in a seat and eatting more stew.
"We are back again. and whom is the canine friend?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 8:47 pm
Elias threw his hea back in billowing laughter, the laugther that he thought he had lost so long ago. It echoed throughout the place and filled every crevice of the room in which he now sat, still enjoying the sweet scent of the cigar that he laid upon his lips. "Besar tus lapios quisera, besar tus lapios quisera Malagena Salerose y decirte nina hermosa." he laughed as his rustic singing voice rang through the place. He had not sung in a very long, not the old songs, songs from the land in which he was born. But that song was his favorite, about the beautiful that just beyond reach, and the long he gave to kiss her. Elias thought that it fit well, and he let out another powerful laugh, as the bellows from his cigars rose slowly to the celling. "Y decirte nina hermosa......"his deep voice rang trailing of into nothingness once more, as ELias sat there with a sly smile on his face smoking his cigar.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 8:55 pm
"My connection to the realm where spirit dwells. i guess he's my version of a warder. we call them Guides. "
she shrugged.
"His name is Barin."
the wolf had gone by now, and shin sat idly, grinning.
"choclate....Elias is smoking again itn't he?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 9:03 pm
Cymarron snorted lightly.
"Yes. and singing. we are not fond of smoke, though the scent of chocolate does make it somewhat better from the burning smell. our Warders are more..protectors, warriors. they are made of our soul, our spirit. the are the embodiment of emotions we chose to place. Many use thier anger to make Warders of power and fierceness. Others use Warders as house cats, putting thier kindness and friendliness into them. We made a warder here, put our playfulness into it, and let it be a playmate for little Ecara. that was a painful summoning, we had not summoned our Warder in some time."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 9:19 pm
Elias found himself standing in the frame of the door, that same sly smile on his face, the smoke from his cigar issuing slowly as he held it loosely in his lips. He had seen Sir Cymarron go up to Naliah's room and smiled as he came back done. He had to give the Sir his dues he was sure trying a lot harder than he was, but there was still time, Elias had times if nothng else. He would have her still. "If you like I could put it out SIir Cymarron, I still find it hard to understand why people hate these things so much be being born in an era where a cigar was a sign of manhood." he said as he stood leaning against the doorframe, his wide-brimess hand tiltled slightly forward and to the side. He dung his dangs into his pockets and stood there in his favorite threads with black dress shirt and silver waller chains, he looked like Edwards James Olmos, he thought t himself. "Evening Lady Shin." Elias smiled with a bow removin his hat as he did so. "As far as my singing, I was singing to Lady Naliah, one of these days I am going to give that gorgeous woman a serenade one worthy of a woman of her beauty and elogance" he laughed as he stood near the table.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 9:31 pm
"not fond of smoke either. but i agree, the scent is worth it."
she chuckled softly. "Berin is a tie to Spirit. not really much of anything else. I guess he's a reflection of that connection, almost like the idea of Ecara.....maybe. i no little fof the girl."
she shurgged.
"So, beast master, what are you doing here anyway. Besides protecting the Den."
(*EDIT*)
"Hello Elias. how are you doing today?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 9:34 pm
Nelphean engrossed himself in the new memory, and smiled... He had meet Nailah in the village, after she had left. Nelphean felt very confused, but that was mostly the loud emotions all around him, always burstign and flaring. It will be nice when Saradin is whole again...
He reached his mind into the manor, and found Nailah nearby, happy yet sad... She was deeply wounded but she had some signs of healing... Nelphean didn't like thinking about Nailah hurt, she was a powerful empath which meant that her emotions would be more outrageous than anyone else's. Nelphean couldn't find Nelphean, or Bastet, but that was fine... Some grudges don't die that easily, it will be a long while before the clone comes to accept Nelphean fully.
Aurahkah was a shining star, Nelphean smiled widely at that... In part, at least he knew Rakka would have found her happiness here. He looked at his hands, the blood was gone, as was the deep regret. Now all he had was a void, a missing part of his life he could not fill so readily...
Ecara was always happy, her mind knew few fears...
Elias was laud about everything he did, his pain burst with great strength, and his sorrow and love as well. Nelphean found himself slightly jealous of the big man, and Vik and Cymarron, they all had much going for them, their lives free, and thoughts to share, and talents to give...
He lay upon the piano bench and meditated to avoid sleep. If he should ever fall too asleep with Nailah here, she would suffer some greavious nightmares... His pain and suffering clouded by his own mental discipline, keeping that torture off her shoulders...
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 9:48 pm
"I am madly in love with a woman that several thousan years older than me and well I pumping my lungs full of toxic smoke and loving every damn minute of it, how about yourself Lady Shin." he said with same lopside grin on his face.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 10:02 pm
Cymarron grinned lightly. Elias' unconcious movement, the slight inclinations of body, spoke of informal competition when Nailah was mentioned. but he shrugged.
"We do not care for the smell, but we woudl not deprive you of your pleasures. As to your singing...there is no ballad in any tongue that can describe the feelings of a human heart, Cymarron finds. But we would be interested in hearing how your ballad goes."
He turned to Shin.
"We are here to learn to be our own Master, in time."
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