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 Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 3:46 am
This thread will contain all RP logs involving my ponies for breeding and backstory purposes.
I would appreciate it if nobody else were to post here, but I will keep an updated poll for anybody who can use the extra gold
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 3:48 am
A'leai and Reed Legend: A'leai (shorty) is black text.| Reed (me) is dark red text. Log 1 Music swayed to a haunting melody. The Serapyh swayed to it, moving gracefully along the eerie shores. Her tummy moved in a semi circle and back as little coins jingled against each other. She wore an exquisite garment of red and silver.
Reed had finally managed to get away from the herd. 'I love them all dearly, but they can sure be a pain in the neck.' As he was wandering around the Valley, he heard the melody. It called to him, and soon he was following it to the source.
When he finally got there, Reed was awestruck. Before him, a lovely dark Seryph was swaying to the tune. He managed to duck behind a bush to watch the lady from afar, unsure how to approach.
She moved her hips enticingly, following the rhythm. The rustling of leaves caused her to blink, even slow her movements a little.
Glancing over her shoulder, she called softly. "Who are you?" She asked, her voice drawn out in a monotone.
'This isn't going to turn out well. I can see it.'
He stepped out from behind the bush, his stomach turning inside him. "Umm, Hi. I didn't mean to bother you. Feel free to go on dancing and I'll leave you be if you wish," Reed blushed a bit, "My name is Reed."
He backed up a bit, preparing to leave. "As I said, if you'd rather me leave. I will."
She moved her head sideways for but a moment, watching him...assessing him. She decided since she had an audience, she might as well entertain. Why practice at all if it could never be used?
Her hips swayed in a sultry pattern, her eyes watching his every move like a predator with prey. "Reed..." She ran his name over her tongue, tasting it. It was unusual...but so were a lot of other names. "do you want to watch?" she offered, dipping her voice into a sultry note.
The tone of her voice caused his cheeks to darken slightly. "Yes," he nodded, "You're.. Its very alluring."
"If you don't mind, may I know your name?" Reed sat down on a nearby rock, his gaze fixed upon the charmer.
"A'leai." She said softly, smiling softly as she locked her gaze with his.
'A'leai' Reed smiled, "Lovely name. Its very nice to meet you."
"Why are you dancing out here alone?" His eyes followed along the curves of her body, "You are very good at it, so I see no sense in practicing."
"I was practicing and if one doesn't practice basics they can never accomplish the more complex." She said, continuing her dance.
"That's true," He nodded, "So, how long have you been a dancer?"
'Smooth.. just keep reaching for topics.. you ~so~ won't look like a dweeb.' Reed shook his head, clearing his thoughts awaiting her response.
"A few months perhaps." She arched a brow. "Something wrong?"
"Only a few months. That's really surprising, because you're very good," he smiled, "There's nothing wrong. I feel kinda lame. You're really talented and I feel like I'm just bothering you."
"Its no surprise if I am though. It seems everywhere I go that's all I do," Reed sighed, "But enough of that, what else do you like to do?"
"Why do you feel like lame or like you're bothering?"
She tilted her head.
"Well, when your entire herd tells you that you're lame and/or boring, its kinda hard not to believe them," he sighed again, "Like I said, you're really talented, and I'm not so I must be dragging you down."
"Why do you care about what others think of you? And I'm not that talented. I have to work at my skills like any other."
if anyone was lame, she was as hers came and went whenever it chose, unlike her mother's.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 3:55 am
Log 2
"I'd rather not go into details about them. It would just be easier if they all liked me."
Reed stood up to stretch, "That rock is unbelievably uncomfortable. Anyways, you really shouldn't sell yourself short like that. I mean, you're pretty and a good dancer."
"Dancing I have to work for. It's not my natural talent." She slowed her movements.
'That really is one uncomfortable rock,' Reed walked around a bit, still stretching out his back, "So what is your real talent? That is.. if you don't mind sharing." 'I know I really wouldn't want to share mine.'
He blushed a bit, "I mean because honestly. I wouldn't have known better."
"If I tell you what my natural is...will you tell me yours?"
She offered sauntering up to him.
'Could I really risk this? I hardly know this woman, and I'm thinking about revealing my deepest secret, he considered this notion carefully, What am I? Crazy? Stupid? Of course, I can't tell her. She'd either get the wrong notion, or worse!'
Reed shook his head to clear his thoughts, 'There must be some way. To tell her, without revealing its true power.'
"I could tell you, but I don't want you to get the wrong idea about it." he sighed, caving in to her, "Its just.. I don't use it unless I absolutely have to.. "
Reed turned away from her, in hopes that she wouldn't have some horrified or devious look in her eyes. "My talent.." he sighed again, "is Imprinting. I can -convince- people of some things."
He started shaking his head quickly, "But don't get me wrong! I really don't use it unless its necessary."
Reed mustered up all his strength and turned around. Now, facing A'leai, he waited for the news to set in, for her facial expression to change, or for her to just leave.. like all the others...
She stood there with her hands at her side and her brow arched. 'What is he? A werewolf?' she thought. Imprinting...wasn't that something someone complained about? Well, fair was fair. A talent for a talent.
Sighing, she ran her hand through her hair, tossing it back over her shoulder. "I have unstable premonitions. Rather I have premonitions but when they come they vary when, where, how, and what."
She gained the talent from her mother although her mother's was more stable.
Reed stood, blinking in partial shock, 'She's not leaving. She's not.. doing anything.. Maybe she didn't understand me. Or maybe she did and just doesn't care.'
Once again, he shook his head, clearing his thoughts, "So premonitions. That's pretty cool. But you don't really have control of them. That's not so cool. And I'm just rambling again, pardon me."
'Pull yourself together.' "Listen, I'm sorry for rambling like that. I guess I'm just happy that you didn't think I'm some kind of twisted monster or something. That's the usual response for me," he sighed deeply.
"So, what's your family like? I've never really known mine very well. The herd is closest thing I can call to family, but I'm pretty sure they don't think of me as 'one of them.' "
She smiled. "There are worst things out there then someone who can imprint and to a degree control another."
She went to a larger and smoother rock and sat down, propping one leg up and letting the other dangle, patting the spot next to her. "Come sit. As for my family...My father raises jurassic reptiles, I've no idea of my sister, my brother's trying to revive living reptiles and my mother also has more control of her visions..."
Okay so her turn to ramble on.
'If only she knew how bad it really was.'
Reed smiled and nodded as he moved to sit down next to A'leai. "Your family sounds very nice," he smiled, "Maybe your mother can help teach you how to control your visions more effectively. Then maybe it wouldn't be so random."
'Her family seems so stable. I wish I had that kind of stability in my life. Who knows, maybe one day I will. But then again. Maybe I'll never find that for myself.'
'I mean, why should I try to kid myself into thinking that I even have a chance in being able to get close to someone.' he sighed, then realized that A'leai was still talking.
He nodded softly, listening with great intent as she went on.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 3:59 am
Log 3
"My father tends to be a grouch sometimes...My brother is a thrill seeker and my mother..she's alright. My aunts and grandmother on the otherhand..."
She shuddered. "I guess I could ask her to help me control my visions better..."
"I'm sure that your mother can help you," Reed smiled, "You could have one of those master and apprentice relationships. It would possibly even strengthen the relationship that you already have."
'Wouldn't that be a wonderful thing?! To have a good or possibly even a great relationship with someone,' he glanced over at A'leai, blushing slightly, 'She's so lucky. She has a family that no doubt loves her.'
'I wish I knew what that felt like,' Reed sighed and hung his head slightly, 'But Reaper wants nothing to do with me, and I can't remember our parents. I wonder if he can.'
"What about you?" she asked, plucking at her skirt ends.
"Don't you have family that could help you with your talent?"
"Well, I honestly don't know my parents. I can't even remember what happened to them. I really wish that I knew them. I think that you're right, and that they would be able to help me out with taming my talent," he sighed, "And my brother is not only completely unable to help me with my talent, but unwilling to even acknowledge my existence."
"Don't get me wrong," Reed turned to look at A'leai, "My brother and I do love each other like family should, but his talent makes it very hard to be close to anyone."
"How so?" She asked, wondering how hard the talent has to be to not have another's contact.
"Hrmm," Reed thought for a moment, 'What would be the best way to explain it?'
After a moment, he spoke, "Well, the best way I can explain it -and you'll have to forgive me if I don't do well- would be to say that he can read the minds of those around him. There are a few people who he cannot read. But it is quite unbearable for him when he is around those who he can read."
"He's even gone to the length of abandoning his children because their thoughts flood to him," he sighed, "Those poor kids.. Most likely they will never be able to know him. I took in one of them to help relieve Synstylae."
'Oh my, I've gone off on another tangent,' Reed shook his head, "I'm sorry, I rambled again. But yes, even my own thoughts echo in his mind. So we keep our distance from each other."
She mused the explination in her head. "Soo...he can't control his own talent?"
Granted she couldn't read another's thoughts....but it was still annoying her own talent couldn't be controlled.
"I'm not sure if he can at this point," he thought for a moment, "But since he forced himself to abandon Synstylae and the kids; I'm fairly sure that he cannot control it."
"But, yeah," Reed struggled to get off the sore subject of his family, "I don't have anyone to help me with my talent. I mean I keep it fairly well in check on my own. But I have no clue why it is my talent, and why it couldn't be something so much simpler."
'God, I'm so pathetic. She must think I'm so pitiful,' he sighed, "Forgive me if I seem mopey. I don't want to bring you down."
A'leai shrugged. "Mopey is nothing compared to a family of females who don't believe in only one man being a partner...well they don't believe men are worthy of them to begin with except to produce seed to bear daughters with."
"Wow," Reed was in a small shock, "So. Um. So, I take it you don't exactly agree with them?"
"I mean.." he stuttered a bit, "Not like that's a bad thing or anything. But why do they believe that?"
A'leai shrugged and moved her feet, creating a little tinkling sound with her anklets.
"Who knows... My mother doesn't always agree with them either...then again she's probably going through a phase of where if any male can keep up with her, she'll stick by him. I guess it was the way her father brought her up. He isn't a typical drow male..."
She glanced at him, admiring that he wasn't flipping out. Most of the men in her herd were the macho type who took offense to a female thinking they were better then they.
'Maybe since her and her mom don't exactly agree with the way of their people,' Reed nodded softly as a smile flashed across his face. The tinkling of her anklets brought him back to reality. 'Maybe there is a chance... Hope. That was the best way he could describe it. Hope that somebody could bother to care.
"Forgive my ignorance, but what is a typical drow male like? And how does he differ so much to have been able to raise his daughter like him," he perused, "Because, if the women only use the men to make daughters for them. Then how did he get the chance to raise her."
"I'm sorry," he paused for a moment, "I'm so nosey. But you know the amount of experience I have with families."
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:04 am
Log 4
Legend: A'leai (black text) & Rex (green text) are shorty | Reed (red text) is me
"I was told that a typical male can earn respect by prooving he can keep a female safe, especially a priestess. Everyone's suppose to have this nasty attitude and temperment. Dad was never brought up around the rest of the Drow world...though he knows of their ways he doesn't go by them. As for raising one of theirs, my grandmother and grandfather are in two seperate herds."
She smirked a little.
"YEEEHA!" came a loud whoop as the ground shook beneath them. This brown boy with bones for jewelry came riding in on what was a really large two legged dinosaur with really small arms and huge freaking teeth and leaving huge tracks in the ground.
A'leai's eyes widened as she bounced lightly in her place before peeking at the oncoming nuisance.
'Proof of my worth,' he thought, 'I don't think there is any way that I can prove that. I mean, I seriously doubt that...'
Reed's thoughts were interrupted by the loud whoop and the ground shaking. He ducked out of the way, unsure of the enormous creature standing before them.
"Sleep, please for the love of all," he said, almost in a whisper, "Sleep." He watched as the beast tried to fight off his imprinting; immediately he was disgusted at himself for resorting to his talent.
'Please don't hate me or be scared,' he looked over at A'leai, wondering if she knew what was going on.
Rex took notice that the dinosaur was slowing it's movements. A frown crossed his face as he climbed to the creature's head and waved a hand in front of him.
A'leai shook her head at her brother. "Really, Rex? Something the size of a mountain?"
"He's a great ride!" he fussed.
A'leai's eyes rolled as she turned to look at Reed, somewhat hoping her brother wasn't scaring him. She had warned him her brother was weird. Seeing he'd ducked out of the way she shot a heated glance on Rex who blinked down from the dinosaur's head.
Rex's ride was asleep. Apparently sharp teeth sleep standing up. Rex merely shrugged.
"What in the hell was that thing?" Reed stepped forward, surprised that his imprint had actually set, "I mean, come on! There's no reason for that! Somebody could have been hurt."
He snorted, 'There's no telling what could have happened if it hadn't worked.'
Rex snorted. "THIS is a dinosaur....particularly an T-Rex." He peeked down, noticing for the first time he was looking at a male beside his sister. An eyebrow arched. "Who are you?" he asked muttering, no one was hurt were they, at the end.
"My name is Reed. A'leai and I were just enjoying each others company. Why in the world would you have such a large.. large.." he stumbled to find the right word, "A large monster!"
"I can only guess," Reed turned to look at A'leai, "That this would be your brother. I severely underestimated your description of him."
A'leai nodded. "Yeeasss..." she licked her lips. "I told you he was weird...and he surpasses our father's talent. our father's is merely illusions though."
Rex flashed a wide grin and patted the giant lizard's head. "This is ain't an illusion. This is real flesh and blood. And because they're fun to be around."
"I'd have preferred an illusion," Reed huffed, "At least with illusions, there is no worry of danger."
He turned once again to face A'leai's brother. "I can't see how one could possibly see that thing," he pointed at the still standing, still snoozing dinosaur, "As fun to be around."
"I suppose," Reed looked once more to A'leai, "That you've come to fetch her for some reason."
A heavy sigh managed to escape, 'So much for bonding with someone.'
"No. Just exercising his legs."
A'leai tilted her head, popping kinks out of her neck and stared at Rex. "Then take your pet and go..stretch his legs elsewhere."
Rex stuck his tongue at his sister. "As long as I'm around he's not going to hurt anyone....so therefore the real thing is cooler then illusion."
"Until one of them goes to eat you..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:09 am
Log 5
'At least our time isn't cut short...' Reed sighed in relief, 'But now we have to deal with this nuisance.'
"I have to agree with A'leai," he nodded, "I'm sure there are plenty of other places that you and your.. pet.. can go to exercise. After all, the Valley is a huge place."
Rex looked between the two and grinned. "I see what's going on."
A'leai blinked. "What do you mean?"
"Hee~<3~! You liiiiike hiim!"
"You're an idiot. How does one like someone when they barely meet...?"
"Simple. Why else are you trying to keep me away?"
"Because you have no business here, you said so yourself, and because no one wants to hang around the big lizard but you?"
'Does she really?' Reed blushed a bit, "So what if she does like me? There's nothing wrong with that."
"Besides, you should do as she says and just go," he looked at A'leai and then back to Rex, "And don't forget your pet."
Rex wrinkled his nose. "I never said nor inclined there was something wrong with that. But picking on a sister is so much fun."
A'leai frowned. "I find it hard to believe you're the oldest..."
Reed chuckled, "That is quite surprising."
"I would have sworn that you were the older sibling. You are much more," he turned to A'leai, ".. mature."
"So are you leaving or not?" Reed turned back towards Rex, "Because if you are intent on staying, the least you could do is entertain us."
A'leai shook her head. "I'm the middle child but the oldest girl. Topaz lives with our father."
Rex frowned. "Fine fine. I'll leave you two to your kissy facing."
A'leai growled. "We weren't kissing!"
A grin touched him. "You will though."
She grumbled. "I'm suppose to have the visions not you."
A shrug of the shoulder and a pat on the dinosaur's head, he said, "I can't leave til he wakes up."
'Kissing!' Reed blushed profusely, 'I hadn't even thought of that!'
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts and attempting to hide his blush. "So if I wake him up, you'll go then?"
He turned towards the beast, waiting for Rex's answer; though he knew it already.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:17 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:18 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:20 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:34 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:35 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 5:21 am
Altair and Fatin Legend: Fatin (shorty) is black text.| Altair (me) is red text. Log 1 The wind howled and blew as the rain poured down on the streets below. The cloak flapped in the strong wind and hair whipped about her face as Fatin surveyed the area for any signs of trouble...especially of vampire hunters. They were a nuisance even though she was remotely part vampire along with the magical blood that thrummed through her veins. She spent a lot of her life trying to hone her skills to keep alive, despite her hunter mother's wishes to keep her daughters safe and tucked away.
Fatin rolled her eyes as she thought of her mother. She was a fight in her own right yet she still wanted Fatin and her sister Erica to stay home. Yeah right, she thought. Staying home's boring!
A shadow moved across the roof, sneaking about and trying to keep cover. Again she rolled her eyes. Stupid earth, she thought. She could smell the earth's scent from the distance he was at. yet he still came forward with his crossbow aimed for her heart.
She slowly rose from her crouch to a stand on the roof top, turning on the balls of her feet. A frown was on her pretty lips. "You're an idiot," she hissed.
"And you're a monster," replied the earth.
"Really? Any you are any better eh?" She placed her hand at her waist to her sword.
"Damn straight!" He fired the arrow, watching it sail through the air.
She launched herself airborne and raced for his head, withdrawing the blade and slicing his head off. She didn't give him a 2nd chance. The smell of blood rose as blood bathed the roof top. "Oh yeah..you're so much better..." She scoffed before she picked his head and body up and pushed it over the roof. "Bye bye!"
Altair's garb managed to keep most of the rain off his skin, but it didn't do much to stop the chill of the wind cutting straight through to the bone. Perched high above the city, he had watched the chase unfold.
'What a novice. She's so sloppy with her kills. I can see it now. In a matter of moments, the guards will have surrounded her.' he smirked, as a drop of rain rolled of his nose, 'I'd love to see how she handled that.'
'But you have to admit,' Altair couldn't help but to chuckle softly, 'She's still not half bad.. for a woman.
Far below, he could see that a few guards were beginning to flock towards where the fresh corpse was on the pavement. 'Not too much longer and there will be more. Looks like I can't just sit and watch anymore.' He backed up a few steps. Then running at full speed, he leapt from his perch. A leap of faith, his mentor had called it. Altair preferred to call it 'damn good luck.'
After only a few moments in freefall, he landed perfectly in the pile of hay grumbling, 'If only it were a bit closer to her, I wouldn't have to run so far in this damned rain.' He checked to see the coast was clear, then bolted across the rooftops towards where he had last seen her. 'I just hope I make it in time.'
Shouts from below drew her attention. She glanced below, her eyes flaring red in an eerie glow. Guards had indeed surrounded her...from below. One started to be stupid and tried to climb the building. The others were smart and entered the building to use the stairs that led to the roof.
She frowned and was already moving away from the edge, blade still drawn out. Okay...so dropping a dead body from a semi tall building wasn't the brightest thing she's done. Ultimately, she moved for another edge to leap onto the next building and start running.
That plan was left behind as the door to the roof opened and the guards started to move in. She frowned all the harder, smelling the blood pounding in their throats. She swallowed. They had no idea she was part immortal. Dandy doo! She thought as she gripped the blade.
One moved forward, coming at her in a frenzy and she merely blocked his attack, moving as though it was all a dance...a deadly dance. Artfully she thrust the sword into his chest and shoved him over the edge as another came from behind. She hacked his weapon hand off and shoved him to the ground. A third aimed an arrow at her, sending it soaring through the air.
The arrow struck across her shoulder and she bared her teeth, letting her sorcerer magic thrum, quietly calling to it while the vampire attempted to heal. The dandy thing about human blood? You were slower then average vampires to heal.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 5:27 am
Log 2
"Looks like I was a mite too late."
Altair leapt across the rooftops, landing hard next to the woman. As he did, a few of the guards backed away. Yet a few more pushed inwards. "So you want to do this the hard way, eh?" he stepped forward, causing a few more guards to back off.
Still, a brave guard did not falter and jumped in to attack. Altair quickly parried the attack, kicking him off the edge of the roof. "Any other takers?' he taunted, grinning slyly.
Altair looked at the female, noticing the arrow wound, 'Maybe I should be kind, and let her kill some too.. Make her feel a bit better about herself..' "Nah" he mumbled under his breath.
"So, how would you like to split this? Would you like to take that side and I take this?" he smirked, "Or would you rather I clear them all out for you? Save your pretty little head, hm?" He watched as the guards began closing in on them, "You'd better make your mind up quickly. Or there might not be one left."
Fatin frowned at him. "Really? I don't recall asking for a knight." She parried against another guard, shoving him head first into the rooftop. She danced to the side, somersaulting out of the way of another attack, landing on the man's blade and shoving her foot into his throat.
She summoned a large shadow to conceal her form, her body blending well into the darkness. She took off across the roof, leaving behind shadowy clones to destroy or be killed. She left the roof to jump and land onto another one, moving swiftly across to get away. She prefered quick escapes rather then sudden death.
'Isn't that just like a woman. Why did I bother with this again?' Altair rolled his eyes as she escaped. "You know I never said I was a knight," he shouted after her.
A few more guards ran towards him to attack. He quickly parried the first, kicked the second back and sliced the third across the chest with his light blade. "Can't you guys just save yourselves and back off?" With that, another guard came charging in. Altair grabbed the guard and threw him back at the others, causing them to bowl over.
'I think this would be the perfect time to..' he jumped to the nearest rooftop, hitting it running, 'To get the hell out of here.' Noticing the trail of shadow clones, Altair decided to follow them. 'They must lead to her. We've got to settle this 'leaving me to clean up her mess' thing.'
"I mean seriously," he grunted, taking another long leap, "What kind of assassin just dumps a body into the street."
She got as far as she could while leaving a light trail of blood droplets. She cursed softly under her breath, her hand over her wound. Glancing over her shoulder on occasion, she felt her surroundings for any sign of a threat before she leaps to a shadowy alleyway.
Stepping into the shadows, she tore a small piece of her cloak off and wrapped it around her wound until she could seek a healer...or it heals which ever came first. She grabbed a part of it and pulled tight with her teeth, grunting a little at the sting in her arm.
"Bloody bastards..." She mumbled as she sheathed the blade. She'd have to work her a** off to clean it and protect it...maybe she needed to invest in something that wasn't so low maintance.... hmm.
Fatin licked her dry lips and noted the dryness of her throat, wishing she'd have drank the idiots' blood rather then waste it as she had. His words came back to her though...he didn't say he was a knight...so why did he act like one? She wasn't a princess who needed rescuing...
Quickly, the trail got cold. He was losing her.
"God damn it, this couldn't be a normal woman. She was far too fast and those shadows.." he growled, 'She sure lost you though. Where'd she go Altair? You can't be -that- out of practice.'
Altair began searching the area, his gift of vision finally finding a use in this world again. Those back home in Masyaf called it "Eagle's Vision," but quite simply it was the ability to see truth in his surroundings. He now used this to try and seek out the woman, but her shadows were causing the oddest distortions to the area. Yet somehow, he knew she must be nearby.
"I know you are around here somewhere, woman," he called out to her, "We have some business to settle. There is no need to hide any longer."
He once again scanned the surrounding area, "I know that you are no assassin, but you have some skills. So what exactly are you?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 5:30 am
Log 3
She finished tying off the makeshift bandage before she summoned her shadows back to her, swallowing them into the palm of her hand. This man was a fool...did he really seek death or to at least have his neck bitten?
She enhaled the night air, scenting and tasting the air for nay enemies... not that the Knight wannabe was a friend. Deciding it was relatively safe, she stepped out of the shadows and into the light, her hands firmly at her side and hair spilling around her face and shadows.
"And what business do we have to settle, Knight?"
Finally, a clear view of the woman's face, he was enthralled for a moment before snapping back to reality. He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts, "I've already told you. I am no knight. In fact, you could most clearly call me a knight killer."
"By profession, I am an assassin," he stepped around her cautiously, "And the business we have is quite simple. I tried to help clean up your little 'mess,' and you run off. Leaving me to do all your dirty work. If you had thought it out clearly, I would have had no reason to drop in, in the first place."
"Honestly, even though you are clearly not of the brotherhood. You still should know even the most -basic- of rules. 'Do not bring attention to yourself.'" he rolled his eyes, still pacing, "Its common sense not to do something as stupid as you did."
"I didn't ask for your help. You stepped in."
She pointed out. "As for what I am, I'm mostly mortal with supernatural bloodlines. Thus my 'basics' are not going to be the same. I hunt for food."
She watched him circle her, folding her arms across her breasts. "Yes my mistake was slicing his throat when I should have just taken his blood and left him there on the roof."
"And I never said that you did ask. I made it a point to volunteer. However, that does not make it right for you to dump your mess on me," he grumbled, turning to face her once again.
'God, those eyes. Practically piercing through to my very soul.'
"That does explain your unnatural speed and ability with the shadows," He shook his head once again, remembering to avoid eye contact again, "And I'm glad that you realized your mistake in dumping the body, but it does not excuse it."
The wind and rain had died down to a light trickle, but a low rumbling of thunder echoed in the background. 'Thanks be for that. It will help mask us for a while longer.'
"You know its not too safe for us to be talking here like this. Those guards could catch on again any minute." he searched the area, "No sign of them at the minute."
"But that could quickly change, but I'm sure you already know that," Altair chuckled a bit, "Is there any place close by that you know we could take shelter in? I'm afraid the brotherhood wouldn't take kindly to my bringing a stranger into the Bureau."
She rolled her eyes and held her hand out, palm facing up. A black patch swirled on her palm as shadows grew to encase them from sight, making the alleyway appear as though it was just that: A darkened alleyway.
Due the rain, her hair looked glued to her face as water droplets dripped off her nose and chin. She looked skyward on the thunder, watching as lightening arched across the black sky.
"I wasn't making an excuse and my intent wasn't to dump you with the mess." She looked back at him as another roll of thunder clapped. "The only thing other then shadow is the local inns, businesses, and all around anything that's public. Take your pick. I can continue to conceal us here or until we reach shelter."
"These tricks you play with the shadows come in very handy, but I would prefer an inn," he smirked, "The busier the better the cover. Hide in plain sight, they say."
"Shall we go now?" Altair motioned onwards, "You'll have to lead the way. As I said, I'm still not familiar with these parts."
His eyes caught hers again, if only for a moment. 'This must be part of her ability. They almost burn.'
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 12:56 pm
Log 4
Legend: Bailey (green), Fatin (black), Altair (red)
"Only if you stay at the side." She may not be expert but she wasn't stupid. Male acting all knightish whether he's assassin type or not wielding swords and who all knew what else....that and a hood. She didn't trust anyone at her back until she knew them.
She positioned herself at the alley's entrance, looking around through the shadows to make sure no one else was about. If she had to keep herself safe and anyone asked...well she just hoped it didn't come to that.
"Understood." he nodded, "No blame. We've only just met, had no chance to familiarize ourselves."
He didn't mind either. It would be foolish on both their parts to allow the other room to plan attack. 'Yes, equal standing. We can wait to gauge each other until after we're on neutral ground and well away from potential danger.'
He stood next to her, waiting for her to take the lead. Still unsure of her ability to conceal herself in public, he could not help but ask, "Will we be traveling in your shadows? Or just out there? Because from this short time with you, I'm not sure how freely walking around will work out."
Knowing his comments would probably spark a negative reaction, he braced himself for her attack.
"If you want to keep the shadows." She said, her eyes peeking about before she started moving away from the alleyway. She walked casually with her hands at her sides and relaxed. No weapons drawn. No magic, no shadows, nothing but a calm expression on her face and wet hair plastered to her face.
She kept watching him from the corner of her eye. 'I hate rain..' she thought, glowering a bit from the wet clothing she wore. She was going to be happier to get out of them and into something warmer.
'Blending it is then.' Altair shrugged and followed suit. 'She's definitely confident. But confidence doesn't make up for a swift hand.'
As always, he was ready for a fight, just in case. Concealed under his robes, there were plenty of throwing knives strapped to his waist. On his side, he wore his long blade, and his most signature of weapons, the hidden blade, was safely tucked under his bracers. He walked, head lowered and hands clasped softly. 'If danger strikes, we'll be ready.'
He looked up at the sky, 'It looks like it will start raining anytime soon.' "The weather here is very poor. Even when its not raining, its still dreary." He knew he was struggling to make conversation, but the seemingly quiet nature of his new companion was bothering him. "How familiar are you with this town? I've not been here long enough to learn the full layout."
'She doesn't trust me. I don't blame her.'
"Welcome to the land known as Nightmare Valley. Gloom's a specialty of the place."
She ran her hands over her hair, pushing it back out of her face only to fail as the rain went from a slow drizzle to a downpour and she scowled all the more.
"I'm familiar enough to know how to get to the inn without being detected. The valley itself holds very small towns and is otherwise land."
She was always the quiet one of her family. Even Arkady, her oldest brother, had more to say than she did.
"The inn is on the small side but it's comfortable and warm with the basics to survive."
"What a warm welcome party I've had so far," Altair rolled his eyes, "At least we're not being chased down by peasants with pitchforks."
He couldn't help but chuckle at his own joke, "As long as there is a warm fire burning so we can dry off, I don't care if its a shack."
And that was exactly what he was expecting. He could picture it now. A small wooden shack with a broken window and a door partially unhinged. Needless to say, he was quite shocked when they walked up to the door. Standing before them was not the ramshackled shack he expected, but a quaint cottage looking building. All the windows were well-maintained, and the door was securely fashioned to its frame.
"I'm guessing this is it," he mumbled, still a bit awestruck, "Shall we?"
He reached for the door handle, unsure of what may await him inside the inn, and opened the door.
"Don't tempt them...they just might come out with pitchforks.." She casually glanced at him. "You've never seen a inn like this before have you?"
She grinned. Good to know he could be surprised. Fatin entered the building and walked straight up to the innkeeper who was behind a bar drying out clean glasses.
"Evening Bailey."
Bailey looked up from her cleaning to peer at the soaked guests. She flashed a grin to Fatin. "Evenin'," she said in an irish accent. Sliding her gaze to Altair though and Bailey's eyes narrowed. "And who's this?"
"Fresh blood in nightmare valley. He needs a place to stay for the time being and I need dry clothing."
"I'll keep that in mind," Altair chuckled, "But yes, this is a first for me. This would be considered fairly luxurious in my homeland."
Noticing the furrowed brow of the innkeep, he introduced himself, "Good evening, my name is Altair Ibn La-Ahad. This is a most wonderful inn. If its not too much of a bother to you, I would appreciate the use of a corner table."
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