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 Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 8:36 am
My journal, hoping to be updated soon.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 5:18 pm
X-Men Lover Rp
A day's cycle in midmorning. A perfect spring season of the year. A large, riverside, lumber farm soaking under the rays of the brilliant sun. Birds are chirping left and right, only to be disturbed by the rattling of the tree, the sound of a large *Thwack* filling the air as the tree soon began to lean, falling over. *Bam* the tree sounded as it fell against the ground as a young teenage boy laid his axe against his shoulder. A smile came to his face, feeling a sense of accomplishment now that the tree didn't shatter from the fall. Immediately, his hands came across the axe's wooden handle and the sharp chop dug into the broad end of the tree. His efforts were able to split the tree into several logs which were able to be carried away by the tree farmers to be made into fine cabin wood or fire wood for the fireplaces of the community.
"DeArca!" A cry came from behind the teenage lumberjack as a farmer's daughter approached with a basket in her hand. Her brown bonnet was being pressed to her head by her gentle hand while she was careful not to tear her woven, navy dress and her white apron against the fallen timber branches. "Illyana, you shouldn?t come here without being escorted. You could get hurt!" DeArca smiled, helping her over the timbers as she gladly accepted the assist, standing her ground in front of him. She gave a giggle and held her basket in front. "You haven't eaten and I can't have you coming to my father's house hungry! Here, my mother and aunt have made fresh bread!" She said, holding out the loaf within a cloth and DeArca accepted it. "You?re too kind but I have another twenty or so of your father's trees to cut down before supper!" He said and Illyana tilted her head. "You can take a moment to eat! Here, take this for some water!" She said, giving him a ceramic cup which DeArca placed its tip inside the river, taking its water within. He gulped it after each bite of the bread and nodded. "It was delicious!" He said and illyana took his hand. "Come with me. I have something to show you!" She asked, pulling him along towards the far end of the woods.
As they traveled, DeArca became worried that Illyana's father would grow angry if they did not return soon but he didn't want to disappoint her wishes. She was his employer's daughter, meaning she had some authority to order him around. Besides it wasn't good to let her run around by herself in the woods so he had to protect her. "What?s wrong, DeArca? You're being very quiet?" Illyana asked, her emerald eyes turning to him and DeArca stopped a moment. "I don't want us to get too far out because your father will be angry with us!" He said and Illyana shook her head. "We just need to go a little further in this direction. Do not worry, please!" She smiled and DeArca trusted her judgment and nodded as he started off with her again. Illyana held the rim of her dress and apron as she ran with him up a hill and then began to slow to a halt when she breathed deeply, pointing ahead. "Take a look, DeArca!" She asked and DeArca peeked over the hillside, seeing a trail with a mysterious caravan beside it, camping out. "I've seen these before, Illyana. Those wagons and tents belong to those Gypsy people!" He stated which only kindled Illyana's happiness. "I know! I wanted to show you because I want to go with them!"
DeArca?s eyes widened at Illyana's words, thinking he?d heard wrong. "Go with them? But Illyana, these people are nothing but mischievous peddlers." He said, causing Illyana?s excitement to subside some. "You?re wrong, DeArca. They're explorers of the unknown, seekers of mystery, and free to be themselves amongst each other. These people interest me because they are so spirited and enchanting. We once talked about them long ago but now they are here. It's a sign, DeArca. Come with me and lets see if we can join them!" She asked, hope building in her for him to accept her proposal but DeArca frowned. "You're excited, but right now you best return home. Come on?" He asked and Illyana sighed sadly. "Oh DeArca, I thought you would understand." She said, going down the hill ahead of him and DeArca caught up. "But leaving your family here to join strangers? I admit that what you speak of sounds wonderful but the sacrifices are great? What about your father?" He asked and Illyana shook her head. "I do not care of what my father tells me. I want to do this for me, because I don't wish to spend my life on a farm." She said, stepping briskly through the woods to return to the lumber farm.
Upon their arrival, DeArca took Illyana's hand, stopping her a moment. "Wait Illyana?" He asked, taking a breath before speaking once more. "You're right, you have the cause to follow your ambition, but I want you to at least make an effort to be ready for this. What are you going to do for clothes and food?" He asked and Illyana smiled, happy that he was concerned. He was right, she had to plan all this out so she began to walk again. "Don?t worry about me, DeArca. I will pack a few of my things and bring some food along. But the gypsies do a bunch of trading on their travels and I can barter for the items I need. Come help me pack!" She asked, sneaking him into her cabin as she carefully crept to her room. She put down her basket and began to explore her room for necessities. Clothes, cloth, and food were being piled on top of a cloth which soon was all placed in a brown sack. "Alright, I'm ready!" She said and DeArca frowned. "Illyana?" He spoke and Illyana looked at him with confusion, until she turned around, seeing a figure at the door. "Father!" She said in a complete shock, time freezing in her moment of fear.
The room was still for a moment, until the farmer came in, his large hands on the rims of the doorway. "And what are you doing, girl? Why are you packing?" He asked, his big, brown eyes looking at DeArca with anger. "And you!...You're not outside doing your job, boy! I'm not raising you to be lazy!" He pointed his finger and Illyana stood in front of DeArca. "It was my fault, father. I asked DeArca to escort me into the woods. We were just exploring." She said, hoping to calm her enraged father but failed. "I know what you?re planning, Illyana, don't treat me as a fool. You were going to those devil worshippers!" He yelled and Illyana took great offense. "Don't say that, Father. They aren't devil worshippers! I don't want to spend the rest of my life here where I have nothing to do for days on end. This life is uneventful and slow-going. I can't take it anymore. I want to join the caravan?" She said, revealing everything while her Father turned to DeArca, pointing again. "You did this! You poisoned her mind and put her towards the darkness. I should have left you where I found you, boy! Your blood couldn't be cleansed as well as your spirit!" He said and both DeArca and Illyana stood confused. "What are you talking about, Father? You're not making sense!" She asked and her father frowned deeply. "DeArca's parents weren?t a couple of sheep herders like your mother and I said. His parents were gypsyfolk that left him here because they couldn't raise him." He said with a great feeling of regret and anger.
DeArca stood in surprise, confusion, and held a thoughtless expression on his face. The son of gypsies? All this time he was something he couldn't believe possible. Illyana was just as surprised and walked up to her father. "You...why didn't you tell us this before? How could you not tell him?" She asked, concerned for DeArca?s feelings. "Because your mother and I thought we could save his soul! I treated that boy like a son, and now he's turned you against me. I want him gone and his devil's soul with it!" He said and Illyana shook her head. "No! You can't do this to him! He's not a devil worshipper or anything of the like, but, if he is the son of Gypsy parents, he belongs with them! I'm taking him to the caravan and we're going to learn their ways together!" She said and DeArca only stood in silence. All of this was processing in his mind so fast that he couldn't think about what was happening now. "DeArca, come on!" Illyana took his hand and her father stopped Illyana, holding her back. "You're not going with him, girl, I forbid it!" He yelled and Illyana screamed. "Let go of me!" She kicked him against his ankle, giving off a small sting which made him topple as she ran out of the cabin with DeArca, hoping they could escape to the caravan. "Come on, DeArca! Hurry!" She asked, running as quick as she could to leave her life forever.
DeArca ran with her, wondering what he would do now. A place he called home no longer wanted him and the people who raised him had turned against him. He was homeless, no where to go, nowhere to be? Was it really true that he had a tainted soul of evil? Illyana believed in him to be something special but this was something of such a degree all he could do was keep a dread silence upon him. "Don?t you believe him, DeArca!" Illyana said, noticing his sadness. "My Father, is wrong. You're not evil or a devil worshipper. Now that you've been told the truth, it is but another sign saying that we're meant to do this together!" She said, a smile coming to her lips, confident that they can make this work. "I don?t know about any of this, Illyana. I'm just a lumberjack? What do I know about any of their ways?" He asked, uncomfortable with her confident smile. "It's the magic, DeArca. You?re making it happen, and I couldn't be happier!" She said, a sudden scream sounding as her Father had grabbed her from behind, holding her tightly. "Illyana!" DeArca yelled when they?re hands broke away.
"No, DeArca! Keep running! Those are your people and you belong with them. Find you a family and love them with all your heart!" Illyana begged and her Father carried her back. "Run DeArca! Run!" She begged him and DeArca stood frozen without her. He had to go on without her and he wasn't sure he could do this on his own. "If there is magic, I pray it helps me!" He said, running through the woods as Illyana smiled when he left her sight. "That's it, DeArca, good bye!" She cried some when she felt complete in helping him. Perhaps this is what the magic wanted to happen? This was perhaps their fate? DeArca climbed the hill, again seeing the caravan's encampment. His heart raced, his breathing deep, and his body trembling with excitement and fear. Should he just walk up to them and simply ask to join them? Each step towards the encampment felt as if time was getting slower and slower. He could hear his heart thumping in his chest and jumped at the sound of a mule whining when he came close. That's when the crowd gathered to look upon him and DeArca held his breath. It was now or never. "Hello, m-my name is DeArca and I wanted to say that I?" He froze again, unable to speak to them since they were just staring. "I wanted to ask really, if I can come with you. I have to explain so I'm hoping you?'ll hear me." He asked, speaking this story his former employer had told him, hoping he could learn the meaning of his origins.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 5:19 pm
Profile:
Name: DeArca
Age: 18
Height. 6' 1"
Occupation: Former Lumberjack
Appearance:
Hair: Brown, short part to the right
Head: Size 13
Eyes: Hazel
Build: Medium
Upper: Thin, white, Polyester Long-sleeve
Hands: Black-tarred leather gloves
Lower: Ripped, Corduroy jeans with a black, leather belt
Shoes: Mud-ridden brown boots with the necks of them hidden under his corduroy jeans.
History: As a baby, DeArca was left in the care of a local farmer and his wife. His parents revealed to be gypsies, the Lumber Farmer believed he could raise DeArca in order to 'cleanse' him of his gypsy blood. DeArca was put to work when he was of age, helping the other laborers breed and cut down trees for lumber to be sold to the community. Over the years, he grew a friendship with the farmer?s daughter, Illyana, and they became an inseparable pair. Illyana, like DeArca, never knew of his past origins and was led to believe he was the victim of abandonment by unworthy parents.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 5:21 pm
My Wagon - The Forest Spirit. 
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 6:20 pm
 +Carved in the likeness of the great Tree of Life- the monstrous, ancient OakWillow in the deep of the Sheulan Forest, this little statue is a wonderful likeness of it. ...If only it hadn't been chewed at the edges...  A curious mouse with wandering eyes, always seeking adventure and the unknown sights of the world. Born from a wooden willow statue, he scurries about for fun, excitement and....Cheese? Nope!...Garbage? No!!!....PECANS!!! heart  An even more curious child. Big ears, big feet, a tail....how cute can you possibly be? With the blessing of the meij and a little whiteberry wine many things truly are possible. Now, to believe that this little boy came to be...what adventures shall be found now that he is on his two feet....rather than four. *Hides the pecans even harder*
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 9:18 am
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:04 am
Objects of the MysticThe TellBook  Oqaia "DeArca," she said, "this is for you. A further welcome to our fold. To me, it seems your journey as a gypsy, and discovering your past has only begun. There is... confusion, and wonder in you. Here." She handed him a leather bound book- simple, the pages thick with meaning yet unwritten. "This is a book of discovery. When you write in it- ask it questions... then close it for the night- when you return, it may have responded to you, helped guide you on your quest of discovery. It's a piece of rather white magic, so you need feel no fears using it, your TellBook." ((Aka, when you write in your journal and specify that you're writing to the TellBook, something may turn up in that entry that will... guide you. ^__^)) The Banya of Fortune  A mystical bird of great fortune. The owner shall be given many fortunes, each puzzling and rue. As Illyana said, the hardest puzzles are the most rewarding.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:34 am
Wagon Order Oqaia Wagon Order::1.WhistleStick- Fire2. Blessed Change- Earth3. Spotted Sage 4. Daggerheld- Earth5. PhoenixSong- Fire6. Narkri Chooma- Earth7. Varekai- Air/ Earth8. Mountain Air- Earth9. Clair d' Lune- Air/ Darkness10. Rusting Canvas- Earth11. Weathered Melody- Air12. Ravenwood- Delusion13. The Singing Bird- Wood14. The Mudrunner- Earth15. Wind Wheels - Fire16. Leatherbound & Ivy-Twined- Sound17. A Light in the Dark- Light18. Daityrvyn- Wood19. Forest Spirit- Wood20. Rhythmique- Water
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:36 am
Indescribable, Uncontainable...Unforgotten The Love and Friendship of DeArca and Illyana For one human being to love another:
that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks;
the ultimate, the last test and proof,
the work for which all other work is but preparation.
~Rainer Maria Rilke~
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:36 am
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:39 am
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:41 am
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:42 am
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:44 am
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:45 am
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Reply
Recieved 5/25/06