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Romantic Conversationalist
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 Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 2:44 pm
This was indeed a nature-intuned individual...
Just like the woman, Rynira speculated, though maybe not on the same things. Why was she out here, especially since she assumed that the people were still injured at the Southern part of the city? Maybe she walked away from the destruction to enter the realm of the forest, where it was indeed more peaceful. Her mind began to wander in many crooks, thinking of things before it settled on something: if enough people knew about what the actual attackers are. Surely her Master wouldn't have spoken about the existence of the pack...would he? No. Souji was not like that. She was entirely sure about that. He would never betray her.
Ridding herself of the negative thoughts, she nodded slowly to the woman before getting on her feet and moving to a patch of grass a good ten feet away from Alysha. She sat with her legs to the side, in the eloquence of a royal person, then sighed happily as she felt the wind blowing her hair gently across her face. For a moment, she said nothing. She wanted to just feel the wind against her cheek, this being her favorite form since she felt more freer at times. As her fingers tips traced through the grass, her soft gentle eyes rested on the woman, showing no hostility whatsoever.
"I see. You are a brave one. Especially after I heard about an attack on the city..."
Her eyes and countenance had turned grave. She created a moment of silence before taking a small intake of breath then continuing on, the smile seemingly forced now, showing her sadness due to the incident.
"Do you come from there, Lady...?"
She didn't know her name, so she just allowed that to trail off.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 3:34 pm
Life is a waterfall...Brave? She eased her head to the side. What had been brave, she had only taken a walk when she wasn't needed. "I was absent for the attack," she said absently, paying much more attention to the butterfly, it's blue wings fluttering slowly, causing a small smile to venture onto her face. "I do come from there," she said, caressing the wing of the butterfly, wishing to immortalize it on her skin forever. It would be a lovely thing to see on oneself all the time. "But it's not my home," she finished, looking back at the woman. "I would introduce myself, but you have yet to say who you are. The butterfly introduced herself," she said as the beautiful wings flew off.
"Why do you look sad?" she asked, seeing how the smile seemed so fake, never touching the sadness in her eyes. "My name is Alysha," she said, seeming to forget what she'd said before about introductions. She gently stood from the fern bush, moving slightly closer to the other woman and sitting on the soft, slightly damn grass next to her. ...we drink from the river then we turn around and put up our walls
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Skunk Blossoms Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 4:37 pm
Amelia stumbled her way to the castle, Vivi in her arms and Beren cautiously at her side. Everytime she was about to trip he jerked closer as if even with his bloodied arms he would catch her. Amelia huffed out a breath. As a newborn vampire, her enhanced strength hadn't quite kicked in yet. She wouldn't give up though, andkept trudging on towards the castle.
"Amelia, would you like some help?" another vampire walked up to her, seeing her stumble quite a bit. It seemed like he was taking his turn to go and find more injured survivors. She struggled with her answer, she didn't want to seem unusuable to the others, and she certainly didn't want to let anyone down, but he could probably get Vivi there quicker. "Er.." she started, and then she thought she heard something. Singing was it? Or maybe just talking, she couldn't seem to figure it out. Now she was curious, and she looked back to the man with a gentle smile, "Yes, I'm sure you could take her there much faster. Thank you," she said sincerely and waved them off.
Amelia's curiousity got the best of her, and she started to walk cautiously toward the voice she heard. Her boots made a distinct tapping noise on the cobble she walked over, the voice becoming louder and louder until she neared the light of a street lamp. The figure underneath the lamp was.. talking to it? That was very odd, and Amelia was unsure if she should move forward. But she did, and as she got closer she could see the girl was a vampire, but not one of the Liebes. Brin she almost gasped, narrowing her eyes at the thought of her murderous ex-fiancee. She took slow steps toward the girl until she was in view. "Hello," she greeted the girl somewhat confidently, still wondering why she was talking to the lamp.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 7:49 pm
Kei ceased her destruction of public property, and turned her face slowly to look at the newcomer, having not even noticed Alysha's exit. "Oh... another Liar... I wonder why so many of them are around here..." Once more ignoring the fact she was in front of the Liebie mansion, she took in Amelia's battered state, and turned full around, hands on her hips and a somewhat consternated expression on her face.
"I wasn't aware that Liar's like it kinky..." She was taking in Amelia's wounds as some sort of bondange left-over. "You really shouldn't cut that deep..."
She stepped forward, now sizing Amelia up like Alysha before her. "..." She reached out and grabbed a boob, hefting it slightly, then dropped it. "Are all liar's so well endowed?" She blinked a couple times in envious confusion. She sighed, shaking her head. "Ah well, at least with smaller ones they don't sag."
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Romantic Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 9:59 pm
"Oh I see. Sorry for my assumption-"
'Why do you look sad?'
Her eyes soon turned into a rather confused one. Was she that expressive in her countenance? Did she release too much? No, no. She can handle this like all the other situations with her brethren and the others. She would just make something up- but what if it posed something wrong again? What would happen? She finally hissed silently to herself to quiet the inquiries and decided to just wing it.
Laughing it off softly, she then shrugged, a more genuine smile appeared on her as she looked to the side, away from Alysha's gaze.
"I...do not like it when brethren die. Many lost their lives from what I've heard. Strange creatures that came from the darkness, only to steal the hearts and souls of those that did not harm them? I dunno. Sounds a bit frightening, ey?"
Rynira spoke truthfully here. Though she was proud of her race, she was also wary of them, scared of them and fearful of what the Elite had done. It was two sides of her that constantly clashed, especially when it's her blood instinct against her moral reason. It was not the first time that she had released such information, though it may be one of the few that she had actually professed that she also disliked what happened greatly. It was rare to her, but it seemed that this girl did not judge her immediately. At least did not seem, seem being the keyword.
"My name? I am Lady Kurasa."
That name was actually affiliated with a certain vampire in the Leibeis. To her, he was under another name and by Master. To others and his allies, he was named Akuchi. She normally accompanied him at night, always avoiding any thing that would give off a reflection when she was with him, but she had met a couple of people while acting as if she was his lady in balls and gatherings. It could be how she somehow had seen Alysha before...possibly. Though it's been a few nights since she attended a night outing with her Master.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 12:47 am
Kinky? Amelia's eyes widened as she looked down and inspected herself. She hadn't noticed the cuts before, and she must've looked awful with all of her comrades blood soaked into her dress and wiped on her white skin. Her pale cheeks turned a rosy pink as she realized what the girl meant, "Oh no, you've misjudg-" she began to explain, but was cut off when the girl abrupty sprang up and grabbed one of her breasts. "Uh.." she recoiled dumbly and shielded her chest from the girl. Amelia couldn't help but stare at the strange girl when she made the comment about.. Saggy boobs? Her eyebrows pulled together, thinking to herself that it was just her luck that she'd stumbled upon a loony one.
"Wait, Liar?" she asked, confused. What made the Liebes liars? They were the ones who always stuck to their word, unlike the Brin. In fact, it dawned on her that the members of the Brin all had a similar trait. "Hmph," the edges of Amelia's mouth turned downward in dismay. 'They're all insane,' she thought to herself. "Why are you here and not with your Glorius leader?" she said, refraining from spitting out his name. Maybe if Liefon was there he would've taken care of this one more professionally, Amelia was full of vengence for his son, making her biast against the Brin for other purposes than those of most vampires.
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Skunk Blossoms Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:00 am
You say you want to kill yourself..."Assumption?" Alysha asked, wondering what she had meant.
She sat, nodding as the woman, who she learned was named Lady Kurasa, spoke. She understood what she meant. "I don't like it when my things die, either," she said, lifting a fallen blade of grass, putting it softly in her mouth. She felt a slight hunger, but ignored it.
The name struck her as familiar, but only a little bit. There was nothing in her mind that brought a face to the surface, so she ignored it. "What brings you to the forest?" she looked up, her soft eyes meeting the other woman's. Her hair fell into her face from the movement, but she did nothing to move it. ...it might make it just a little bit easier
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 11:10 am
Lady Kurasa looked at her and pulled her white bangs out from her face, revealing her other eye that had laid hidden behind the cloak of hair. She blinked at the woman then her smile only softly increased as she tilted her head down. Crossing her arms, she sighed before looking up at the sky, which showed that the sun was pass noon from what it seemed. It was nearing the middle of afternoon, and soon, her favorite time of night would approach. Still, being in this form took a lot of strength out of her, especially since she wasn't meant to change during the day time. It would be better when night came...
"I'm here to stay and think for a bit. I am to meet someone later, but thought that I would clear my mind."
She nodded her head, but then her hand shot to her stomach. It grumbled in slow agonizing pain, craving for any food material since the only thing that she ate was a fish a day ago. Or was it two? The hunger made her mind unclear and she sighed, rubbing her stomach as if patting it and reassuring that everything would be okay.
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Romantic Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 4:57 pm
"Lie is in your species name, so you must be a liar, yes?" Kei said these words in an almost insulting tone, as if stating the obvious. She noticed Amelia's sudden change in attitude.
"Why indeed...
I was wandering through fields of pink and grasses of grey, disregarding all signs. Next thing I knew, 4 weeks had passed, and I was here... A mystery." Kei was looking up at the sky as she spoke, a finger under her chin and a thoughtful look on her face. It might have been easier to say she was lost, but not for her. She had to explain her distorted perception of the environment around her. "Yes... and then I was holding a conversation with that striking mailbox. He knows how many licks it takes to get to the center of the Earth, you know."
She looked at Amelia, and grinned knowledgably, sudden wisdom and insight shining through her eyes. "Your a violent one, aren't you? Only thinking about an eye for an eye." It was rather dramatic, though the moment was ruined when, obviously having lost interest, Kei turned back to the street lamp and proceeded to interrogate it on where it was on the night of the seventy-first.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 1:20 pm
One down, one to go..."I like to stay here to think as well..." she said to the ant now crawling on her finger. What was this strange woman? She seemed...familiar, and yet, she was not vampire or Crucian. "You are hungry?" she said, seeing the woman rubbing her stomach. "I could find you something," she offered, not sure that she actually could find something for the woman, but trying to be helpful in case it was blood the woman needed.
Blood she was good at finding. She leaned her head back against a tree and closed her eyes, waiting for something to break the silence...or not break the silence. ...just another bullet in the chamber
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Romantic Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 3:57 pm
"...Umm."
She blinked over at the woman. Rynira hadn't eaten for a good two or three days, enough time to lose track off. She has been hunting, which was mental torture but had restrained herself. She guessed that the restraints were coming off now, though she could easily find her own meal in the area. A weasel or fish. Fish sounded good. However, this vampire...Alysha. She couldn't exactly bypass as a vampire if she didn't drink blood, could she? Maybe she needed to... Then again, Alysha could easily be thinking of a simple meal, which she would be more glad to realize.
With a small nod, she smiled softly and her chin tilted downwards in a downward bow of the head.
"...That would be very kind of you, Lady Alysha."
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:37 pm
S h e dreams of a day
yes, dream on
"Oh, she's not bad, I suppose."
Vivian turned away abruptly, chestnut brown hair whipping her porcelain pale face as she hurried to the other end of the corridor. They were talking about her, weren't they? Those noblewomen dressed in luxurious silks with their peacock fans hiding identical rose colored blushes. They were talking about her. She blushed, crimson flushing her normally transparent skin. She still hadn't quite gotten use to this, all the attention she'd received as the newest musician for the king's majestic court. Her violin case bumped heavily against her shoulder, the strap slipping off her slender frame and she shifted the heavy instrument to her hands.
"Oh, must you insist on bruising me every time I carry you around?" Vivian murmured quietly to her black case, a trace of dreamy amusement lacing her words. She smiled then, shell pink lips curving upwards as her free hand opened the door to her quarters. It was homey, she supposed, as homey as luxurious quarters were supposed to be. The king's musicians were highly favored and treated well in comparison to the normal servants. She had been lucky when that one noble stumbled upon her playing by the streets. Her bed sheets were white, the floor made of pure oak that never saw a stain.
It was a lovely day outside.
She stretched a bit, lowering her precious violin onto the bed and changed into a normal outfit, one not encrusted with jewels and made with satin. Properly dressed (she would never get used to being treated so well) , Vivian closed the door behind her and went out into the streets. She needed a new bow for her instrument anyways, one preferably not made from a maple tree. Those were horrible anyways.
There was a chorus of greetings from the people on the streets, people whom she'd played for two months ago. People who pitied her vagabond life and handed her odd coins, people who saw her hands bleed from playing too much. How odd, to have the tables turned. Vivian smiled back at each of them and continued on her way. She had an errand to run, maybe afterwards she would see about playing for the public.
Music, after all, was made for everyone to enjoy, not just nobles and kings.
W h e r e time will stop
and she will play on for an eternity
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Romeo for Tay Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 1:56 pm
Erral lay his head down upon his paws, as the two wafted in silence once more. Everyone must still be celebrating, or were celebrating in some manner or no. Either way, things were quieting under the sky as night would return to day. Erral could feel his eyelids growing heavilly over his eyes, wanting to shut out the world around him once and for all to sleep until woken. Time itself seemed to be slipping away around him, the scents of everything surging through him. And, the most beautiful of all, in the long distance, the sound of water, the light rustle of trees, and morning birds that cooed to the wilderness. Compared to going to sleep in humans bunks in the barracks, where you were confined to stone walls, this was heaven. Erral was about to really fall asleep when, all the sudden, Kale scruffed the top of his head again and he snorted to full awakeness, if not drowsy. Kale was grinning in his human form down at him, and Erral snapped at him to get out of his face. Erral felt guilty in a second though; he just didn't want the half-asleep world slip away from him. Kale ruined that.
He laughed while Erral sighed and lay his head back down on his paws. "You should at least say good night to Gymn. You'll probably be sleeping all day, and wake up when he's going to bed." No, that was never true. Erral never slept long; it was a natural thing for him. Even though he would fall asleep dead tired, he'd wake up four hours later. And what was four hours to the creatures outside his mind that lived for centuries at a time? Nothing. Gymn would see him later; Erral didn't like to miss anything. Not even for sleep.
"Let me sleep, brother. I'll be up in a few hours." Erral got up slowly and walked quickly away from him, literally exhausted now. He went over to the side of a tree pushed up against a small edge of an elevated cliff, watching Kale with half slit eyes.
Kale stood up with a grunt in his human form, not even bothering to brush the dirt from his appearance. He grinned lightly at Erral, "I'll have Gymn wake you up in a bit. He'll be dying to hear some of your stories."
"Demin will too." Erral said with a sigh as he closed his eyes again. Kale said nothing more and walked away, finally, to let Erral sleep in peace. The wolf once again wavered into his sleeping stance, where dreams overcame him and prepared for the wavering hours ahead. Who knew what was in store for him; was Vischer going to send him to Crucia again? The elders order something directly to Vischer for all of the elites? Vischer would be stuck and confined to human walls again. For although he enjoyed it, how could one not long for this heaven again? Here, at home with the pack, with your kind. To hear the lively sounds of the pups, the wise voices of the old, the powering tones of the hunters and his fellow elite. It was all too good to be true.
Erral was running now, through the forest; and he could hear, if ever so slightly, the rushing of the streams around him. The pack howling storngly to the moon behind him. In a land where humans never came, where it was the packs and forever to be. Where it was all free game, and no hiding, but purely theirs. His dreams finally got the better of the wolf, as he finally drifted off to sleep.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 3:47 pm
Because it's two in the morning...Alysha smiled softly. "Then please, allow me to find you something. Forgive me, but it cannot be Crucian," she said, gesturing toward the sun. She turned her head, closing her eyes to search the fores for something. She stood slowly, soundlessly made her way to a tree, and gently bent down.
She remained there for a few moments, cooing and whispering softly to, what would seem like everyone else, the tree, and emerged, holding a small rabbit. She stroked its head, calming down its racing heart, and brought if back over to the woman. She held it out gently to her. "Here you are. I made sure before taking her that she wasn't bearing children, because...that's just cruel," she said, not sure if she was talking to herself or not. ...and I'm feeling so ugly
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 6:08 pm
I n life there is no o n e you can T-R-U-S-T
but she doesn't know this yet...
"Vivian! Back again?" His voice was warm, colored with affection as he turned around to greet his longtime customer. Oliver wasn't particularly surprised to see her coming around his shop multiple times a month; the life of a musician was strenuous and oftentimes instruments wore down quickly.
"I'm sorry for the trouble, but I really need a new bow. The last one snapped after the concert and the tip of it struck me. But oh no, it's not your fault. Really!" She added on hurriedly as she saw the youth's face fall. Vivian thought highly of Oliver's craftsmanship, one of many reasons why she refused to go to any shop. She just couldn't fathom why his normally sturdy and light bows would suddenly just break into fragments in her grasp. Perhaps she was gripping it too tight? Nerves after all could make one rather uneasy and strong....
Oliver's normally carefree face was still shadowed after her most recent news, his jester's smile turned down into a frown that didn't suit his normally open demeanor. This was the third bow she'd broken and the third bow that had ever been broken in his entire career. Something was up, he was sure. Instruments and bows chose one another and they chose a person together. Vivian was exceptionally sensitive to her music and her dark violin reflected that rather poetic persona. It must be that his bows weren't good enough for her, either that or the violin was rejecting them. How peculiar, he mused silently, yes, how odd.
"Well Ms. Schneider, I guess I'm going to have to say that I'm stumped on this one. Sure, I'll sell you a new one, but odds are it'll break the instant you play for an audience." He led her into the backshop, cluttered with varnish and wood that had not yet been made into something beautiful. It smelled of oak and maple wood; Vivian found it to be rather pleasing.
"I'm really sorry for the trouble." She murmured, eyes downcast even as she hesitantly tested the weight and sturdiness of each bow. None of them quite fit; they were either too heavy or too brittle, too slow or too uncontrollable. She sighed heavily and apologized once more for giving Oliver (he was really a rather nice boy) such a burden then left empty-handed. Vivian had a performance scheduled tomorrow, for some duke or another and she couldn't perform without a bow.
Night. She told herself, she would search out some of the more unfriendly store vendors that only appeared at night to sell their wares. Most sold stolen items or cursed ones, but occasionally a jewel popped up. She would know, after all, hadn't her beloved violin come from a crooked old man that wheezed and coughed even as he fingered the cash that came from selling her precious emerald locket? Yes, she would search for a bow at night. It would be dangerous; she knew that there were unsavory people out there (creatures too) but Gods above, she needed to play.
Night, when everything became a dream.
S h e doesn't believe in them
those creatures of the night
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