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 Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 2:04 am
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(before i totally space.... jewelry store hyjixs go here. and oh the poor people... cause it ISn't Athan's store...)
Athan had been in talks with another jewelry dealer in town, and the man had tried to rip him off and assalted Twilight Design's owner, giving him a nasty gash on his palm. Teh assaliant didn't get away without some damage of his own, and a curse that his wounds wouldn't heal.
The terrible duo, Citrine and Allon, had stopped by the shop and the cut attracted the man's attention. Blood tended to do that. He took Athan's arm and looked at the cut, and would have licked it if the man didn't reak magic... his hair standing up and he gave a shutter before letting him go. He asked who had done it, and Athan who had been rather busy that day, told him without thinking. Allon gathered up his lady into his arms and they left.
Athan realized after a few minutes, that that was probably not the best thing he had done.
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Allon and Citrine walked the streets. They weren't in a rush, and just had a nice time. Citrine's eyes were caught by the sparkle in a store window. She wanted to see allt he pretty jewelry. Allon obliged, and they looked around the shop. "Athan's shop is better...." the little girl told her bonded. The store was full of a varing mix of quality stones and metalworks, and had a disturbingly high quantity of fakes and reproductions. Citrine always had an eye for quality, and this disgusted her.
As the little shadow debated how she was going to express her distaste, her Allon's nose picked up the smell of magic. Old magic. Athan's magic.
His eyes locked on to a man covered in bandages on his face. He was agitated and loud at the client or business partner infront of him. He was apparently so irritable, he hadn't noticed his death come through his store's doors.
Allon eyed and counted those that were in the store. The Owner, the man he was talking to, and a lady who was more focused on cleaning the jewelry then helpping whoever walked in. Before he attacked, the man who was being yelled at left, leaving just the Owner and the lady.
The Owner wiped some sweat of his forhead and swore as one of the bandaids fell off and blood trickled down his face. There was no mistake, this was the man who had attacked Athan. The woman left to the back room for her break, not even bothering to look at Allon or his lady. Allon slammed the owner against the wall, his feet bairly touching the ground. "Oh God! Please no! le-let me go-" the man pleaded as Allon sliced off his arm. The Man only screamed one last time as Allon chopped him in half twice, making quite the mess. He picked up the man's arm and left with his Citrine.
The lady would later come out to find the mess, and remember the looks of Allon and his bonded compleatly wrong.
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Athan was greeted by a sickening fleshy thud on his desk. A fat stubby arm bearing a signature ring was leaking blood onto his papers. Citrine smiled at him and dragged her Allon out for an evening walk to go play in the leaves. "Hope your hand feels better soon Athan~!" the little girl said as she left chearfully.
(oops shoulda been an arm.... >.>)
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 10:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 10:14 pm
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 Citrine was bewildered when she was told by a rather distressed Reyna that Athan was ill. What was this sickness? Her Allon was never sick. Citrine pestered and hovered about until she was givin a way to help. She was charged with finding at least two Mirtoche scales. Scales off the same beast that had poisoned Athan. As soon as she had her order, she dragged her bonded off to find what they needed.
Allon was happy to get out of the shop. Old magic left a foul taste in his mouth, and int he fresh air he felt like he could finally breath again. That was the last relife he would have until they found the scales. Citrine was determined... and once she set her sight on something, nothing else mattered. Allon wasn't used to looking for tiny things, so he wasn't very fast at serching. He kept a constant eye on the stone Athan had givin him previously, to see if it detected any trace of this magical beast. He was almost hopping to find the whole creature. Citrine on the other hand darted like a hyper mouse, zooming back and forth and all around, picking up small bits of things and dumping them into her bonded's hands.. just incase they were needed.
They searched all day and into the night. Black scales were hard enough to hunt for durring the day, but trying to see black in the dark was nearly impossible. But night was Citrine's time, and she wouldn't let her Allon sleep, Athan was counting on them, she wouldn't fail. They had 24 hours to find these small scales, or Athan would die. Allon wouldn't have cared, but the thought of loosing Citrine startled him, and it wasn't something he was willing to risk.
Allon would stop for a rest from time to time, but Citrine would just pounce on him, flooding his mind with hyper emotions of urgency, so he continued to look for them and nothing else.
It was almost dawn when Citrine found the first scale. It was a fairly large one. She buzzed around excited and showwed it to her Allon, proud of herself as always... but was quickly back on the trail of trying to find a second. Allon and Citrine never had to focus on time, and were quickly misjudging how long it was taking them.
As the sun rose, Citrine's hunting grounds became more and more limited, but her enthusiasum never waivered. She took all the strength she needed from her bonded, even though it was much more then her fair share. He never complained or stopped her. He wouldn't give up. He wouldn't give up his Citrine.
And then they found a second one. it was smaller... but it would have to do. The sun was letting them know they were running out of time and they bolted back to the shop. Citrine lay in her bonded's arms in the pile of junk she had amassed, clutching the precious little scales to her chest.
They made it in time. Citrine handed off the scales and other items, one of which was a lizard tail, and actually needed for the spell suprisingly. Allon held onto her. Saving a magic user was one of the last things he would have thought he would ever find himself doing, but it wasn't for Athan he did this. It was for his Citrine. Her little heart of emotions fluttered as she stared intently wanting Athan to be safe. And for different reasons, they both hopped he would be. |
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 1:56 pm
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 Athan had recoverd from his attack and was well enough to host a Halloween party. It was a masquerade party. Allon only wore one mask ever, so Citrine helpped him pick out a matching costume. She chose a very lovely kimonoesque robe for her bonded. She was charmmed by a simple black kitty mask. After being properly costumed, the odd duo headed back to the shop.
The party had already started by the time they arrived. Mystic was teh first person they ran into that they knew. He was dressed very charmming. Citrine wanted to show off her costume to Athan, and Mystic pointed out a dancing couple to her. It confused Citrine, there were two Athans! ... or were there? Mystic assured her that one was Athan, and one was Reyna... and Citrine went to go make sure.
The little Shadow floated around the two dancers, before poking poor Reyna's chest to make sure she wasn't Athan. Athan kindly kept Reyna from ripping Citrine a new one, and the little lady was oblivious to it. After getting the praise for being cute that she craved, Citrine dragged her Allon off to go investigate the snack and party favor table.... and started to amuse herself by knocking things off slowly, and feeding her Allon little candies.
.... it was going to be a long night.
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(OOC: Entry for Pumpkin Contest ^_^)
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 4:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 2:26 am
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(setting up for xmas event contents will change)
 Allon twitched as he slept. The man who didn't dream was having a new experience. It was neither clear or pleasent. His eyes darted at the blurry and changing images, the only thing clear to him was the stress in his heart. Two stresses, one for his Citrine, and for a very old wound. Where was his Citrine? He clawed at the dreamworld, unable to move.
Two eyes made themselves known. Two eyes that Allon hadn't seen in years. There was something off about them. Something far more malicious then even their true owner. Just then the wispy figure moved its robes of darkness revieling a captured Citrine.
Rage shot through Allon like lightning, ripping him out of his nightmare, and facing him with a perversion of the man he had seen in his dreams, and he was still holding Allon's Citrine.
Dreams had manifested themselves somehow! Citrine's was her fear of being alone. Allon's had been his love.... but they were so bonded did their dreams fuse? Allon couldn't bring himself to call the man's name. "Lu-... LET HER GO!" The nightmare smiled sickly, Allon didn't give the darkness a second chance.  Allon felt strange magics crushing around him as he ripped his Citrine out of the apperitions arms. He would have his Citrine over this twisted man. Allon slammed the nightmare down to the ground as he reclamed his fear stricken Citrine. His strong fingers sank into the man's wispy cape, and into his chest. Sickening snapping could be heared over screams of the nightmare. Tears fell from both Citrine and her Allon. The nightmare man started to speak. "Allon..." he spoke in the voice Allon knew so well. A voice he never expected to hear again until his quest was near compleate. The voice of the man he was saving for very last.
Allon couldn't stand it anymore. He ripped out the nightmare's heart. Blackness ripped from that chest like rubber, reaking of magic. Allon didn't let his Citrine out of his arm as he continued to tear handfuls of darkness off this creature that made him feel such sadness and hate. He continued to rip at it to silence the darkness. This disgusting creation had no right to talk to him, and not in that voice. Never.
Finally it was over. Citrine refused to let go of her bonded. There was a new sadness about her. She was quite and just wanted nothing more then to be next to her Allon. He wanted nothing more then that too. Well... that and for Heaven to hurry its comming. What he wouldn't give to have it for his Citrine right now. 
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 8:51 pm
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(omfg! quest! YAY! *goes to it* >.>)
(please do not post until this request is taken off, thank you. Journal entry in progress)
AthanShade Some months ago Allon and Citrine received a small trinket from Athan that glows when near the presence of strong magic. This trinket will finally be of some use! During your quest Citrine and Allon shall come across an individual whom has a stone within his/her possession that contains the soul of a Shadow. To complete this quest, Allon and Citrine must retrieve the stone and deliver it safely to Athan.
The challenge is that this person is well aware of the fact that they have something "special," so to speak, and are not willing to part with the stone, and in fact, would rather damage the stone beyond repair than hand it over.
Key points that should/could be addressed:
What sort of person are Citrine and Allon up against? Obviously they have some knowledge of magic since they are aware of what the stone is.
How does the presence of the stone affect Citrine?
How does she feel when the individual refuses to hand over the stone and threatens it harm?
How does Citrine change during/after her quest emotionally or mentally? (If there is any!)
Its had been days since the Nightmare encounter. Allon's hands burnned with its memory, his palms felt like they just would not come clean. He scrapped them against passing buildings, rocks, and trees as they passed farther out of town. Nothing seemed to clean them. There was no mark, but the smell of the magic he tore apart still lingered.
Citrine hadn't left her bonded's side since the incedent. Leaves were left unchased in the moonlight. The little shadow hadn't quite recovered and was still more reserved then normal. The moon's reflection on a small lake caught her wide eyes. She had never seen such a thing, and she tugged her Allon to take her closer. That was more the Citrine he knew, and a little smile crossed his stoney face for the first time in a while.
Citrine tried to lean down to touch the water but couldn't reach it from Allon's arms, try as hard as she might. It was quite the delemma. She tugged against his shirt again and pointed at the reflection. Allon started to hold her out to it, but the clung to his shirt terrified like. She didn't want to leave his chest. She wanted her Allon as close to her as possible. But she also wanted the watery moon. Curiosity versus safety... her little head had never had to think so hard before.
Allon let out a sigh and just walked slowly into the water holding her. he moved slow to not ripple the water more then nessecary. The little girl made him stop before the water touched her, it was almost up to his chest. She reached out and touched the water softly, and it rippled for her. Her eyes widened, and she went back for another touch, becomming enchanted with the simple cause and effect. She continued to splash, getting louder and splashier as she enjoyed herself. Becoming quite soaked Allon tried to wash his hands on the side of his pants, switching them to never let his Citrine go.
Her little antics hadn't gone unnoticed. While all things good and saine were asleep or had fled, one thing hadn't. A woman came out from makeshift home. It was various trees and found objects somehow holding together to keep the wind and rain out. She wasn't particularly old, but her lifestyle and questionable sanity had taken their course. She didn't like people, and she would have retibution for some foolish people ruining her sleep.. and her lake.
Maybe it was the smell of the old magic still stuck on him, or the splashing Citrine that distracted, but Allon did not notice the strange woman comming closer towards them, or the chant she was casting under her breath. A small blue glow started to form on Allon's right arm, and continued to grow stronger. It was the magic stone Athan had given him to borrow. It was detecting magic nearby, and caught both Allon and his Citrine's attention... having never glown so bright. Against the darkness of night they looked like a small star had gotten lost in the lake.
Allon's ears perked up as he and his shadow froze. He locked in on the woman and his hair stood on end. He smelled her magic, a sick stale smell. a smell that would rival vomit on an old book from a zombie. There was something very unhealthy and wrong with this magic. Not that there was really any good kind. Allon started to back up, going deeper into the water, but Citrine made her feelings on that VERY clear by digging her little fingers into his skin. That just left forward. Towards the woman.
As he advanced, the stone grew brighter until they were on the waters edge. The woman was yelling in no launguage Allon knew. The whole scene was bathed in the light from the stone. Allon drew his blade up... or tried, his arms felt like stone! What was this? The burnning worsened.
"What are you doing to my Allon!" the little shadow yelled at the woman feeling Allon's feeling of being startled.
"... Whatever the hell I want you little spirit," the woman spoke with a leathery tone of hate, "This is MY lake and your kind arn't wanted here!"
Allon snarled at her taking that tone with his Citrine, and she was less then thrilled with it too. No one ever talked to her that way!
"How DARE you talk to me like that! My Allon won't let you!" she huffed very confident on her bondeds abilitys.
"Ohoho really? Your Allon the garbage wizard who trapped you?"
The woman might as well have been Death's bedmate she was courting him so closely. Allon's eyes were fire. No one had ever acused him of something so vile. He tried ot move, each limb feeling as if were stone and terribly hard to move.
"What? ... can't even cast a simple unbinding spell? .... wizards today" she let out a sick hack.
"I AM NO MAGE!" he bellowed and slammed his foot down one step closer.
The woman sneered and spit on the ground. She cast her hand forward to start another spell and the magic stone went nuts. beams of blinding blue light pierced though the air like gunfire. Citrine's eyes locked onto one of the rings the woman wore. In her heart she knew what it was. It was a shadow fiend stone.
Allon was to caught up in being pissed off to notice Citrine's attentions were now one hundered percent on that ring.
"Like my ring useless sprite?.... " the woman's eye twitched, "that! thats why you are here isn't it?! ... you know it's power!"
She continued to rant and yell between soft and loud... and was getting less coherent as she went on. One could gather she knew the stone contained strong magic... and that she didn't understand it. She seemed to think it was what not only made her more powerful but what also kept her alive with its energys.
"I want it!" the shadow demanded.
"Hell no! its MINE!" the woman screamed.
"She..." Allon snarled, "wasn't talking to you."
Allon had been making his way slowly closer to the woman, who had been at least careful to keep out of armslength... a smart move, but not smart enough. Allon had been loosening his sash thing he wrote and wiped his bloody hands on. Even with his leaded limbs he managed to flick it onto the woman's right leg and pull it, causing her to fall. It wasn't even a fraction of what he could do. He could take that and pull a man to him in a second on a regular day. The woman was lucky, she did however sprang her ankle when she fell... as well as broke her spell.
Allon could feel his arms slowly getting better, like sand was draining like an egg timer out of the tips of his fingers and toes. The woman swore as she fought to get back up, her eyes filled with hated pain. Those crazy eyes darted to several stones in reach. She threw a few of them at Allon, hitting him dead on but with not much effect. He was still advancing on her, and his eyes were filled with angry murder.
She went to go one of her few last stones and froze. She placed her hand on one of the larger rocks, and held the stone over it threatening.
"Take one more step freak and i'll.... I WILL smash it!," She smiled at him like she had won, "if i can't live forever, then neither will you!"
The woman raised the smashing rock even higher as to prove she was going to make good on her word. Allon was still seithingly pissed, and hostage negotiations wern't his forte by far. He went to take another step and kill the woman, but Citrine stopped him.
It wasn't so much her little hands pressing against his chest, but rather that same odd feeling from the day they had slaughered the strip bar. Allon wasn't able to stop himself then, but this Shadow was more lucky then the poor woman he had killed. He stopped.
"Thaaaaaaats right," she snarked as fear was quickly turning into cockiness, "you just turn around and leave. Find your immortality elsewhere! If your master dosn't kill you first! or whoever gave you that pathetic excuse for a soul!"
The woman was again insulting Citrine... who faded into the darkness and out of her Allon's arms after that. The woman continued to give into her false confidence and didn't notice. All her attentions were on the man she knew could hurt her.... not the little girl who just might.
Allon's eyes grew wide as their stalemate was broken by Citrine cracking the woman on the back of the skull with a rather lage rock. It must have taken all of her strength to lift it. She was rewarded as the woman dropped her stone and started to black out. Blood ran down her neck and started to softly pitter to the dirt. Citrine was more stunned then anything after she threw the rock, like she didn't know what to do. But then she saw the ring and dashed for it, trying to pull it off the woman's finger. The woman fought back and yelled crass things at the girl, words Citrine had never heared but they didn't seem to affect her. Caught up in the fight, the woman didn't see Allon standing over her. She probably only felt his blade go in, she was dead before he pulled it out.
Citrine coveted her newfound prize. It was so much smaller then her, she wasn't used to that, as pretty much all the shadows she knew were older or bigger. Allon held out his arm to take it for her... and she pulled away.
Both of them just froze dumbfounded. That weird feeling floated back into Citrine, and she didn't know why she didn't want her Allon to have it. She looked into the deep black of the stone and told it very seriously to keep away from her Allon. He was hers and no one elses. This stone would have to find a new owner. Citrine didn't know that it couldn't bond with her Allon anyway, Athan hadn't released it. She wasn't going to take any chances. Allon wasn't particularly looking forward to going back to the shop, his hands seemed to sting a little more and his head hurt at the thought. But there wasn't really a choice, Citrine's mistrust in the stone... or him was too much to deal with. The could make good time if the started back now. Allon checked the woman's hut to make sure no one was getting left behind. The skulls and bones he saw in there made him wonder if she had beat him to it.
As Allon walked, Citrine kept looking at the ring, hiding it between her hands whenever Allon tried to look. She had some other strange feeling... a feeling she didn't want to give it to him bacuse she didn't want him to hurt it. What a strange feeling.... her Allon had never hurt her....
(TBC. need to RP with Mr. Athan please ^_^)
(page 51 in store. need to do picture and sumary)
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:00 am
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