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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 8:52 am
Anya walked over to the bar, her tail swaying, and sat down next to an older man with a long gray beard and long greasy gray hair, who had a few empty goblets in front of him. She smiled when she saw a closer look at the gold pouch on his belt. It was nice and full.
The man looked up at her and jumped back so fast he almost fell off his stool. Anya used her tail to help him regain his balance.
"Easy old timer I'm not going to hurt you."
"Well I'll be a gargoyle. Haven't seen one of your kind in many, many years." The old timer said with a smile as he took up the goblet he was working on.
"Yes my kind are rare and few these days." Anya said cooly, she took a look at the empty goblets in front of him.
"What are you drinking for? Old memories that need to be forgotten or a victory over someone or something?" Anya waved down the bar tender. "One ale please."
The bar tender nodded and got her a goblet filled with their finess ale. She dug in her gold pouch and flipped him a gold coin.
The old man sighed and looked in to his goblet.
"Today marks the one year anniversary of my wifes death. She was murderd by some evil warlord."
"I'm sorry to hear this. Did you find out who it was and got your revenge on him for taking away the one you live and breath for?"
"Sounds like you too lost some one you loved." The old man looked up at Anya through his gray hair.
"Yeah I did. A very long time ago though. Anya took a sip of her ale.
The man chuckled. "Couldn't be that long ago lass. You're bearly yet a wee young lady. He finished is ale and waved at the bar tender. "Another ale laddy.
"Don't you think you've had enough sir?" The bar tender asked in a harsh voice.
"Aye one more will not be the death of me." The old man was just about to reach for his gold pouch when Anya stopped him
"No! This ones on me." Anya got another gold coin out and put it on the bar. The bar tender took the coin, gave the man another goblet and cleared off the empty ones.
"Thank ye lass."
As he started on his last ale, Anya put her arm under her wing and pulled out her dagger from her gauntlet with her tail. With one quick slice, Anya had cut the string off his gold poch and caught with her tail with out making a sound. Anya smiled at a job well done, as he put her dagger away and put the new gold pouch with hers.
The old man finished off his ale and got up to head home.
"Thank you for a nice chat lass, and I hope you can find love again. The old man staggered out in to the storm back to his house.
"Your welcome. I hope you feel better." Anya yelled back.
She finished up her ale and left the bar. When she got outside in to the rain,
she jumped up on to a near by tree trunk and climbed up to the top. When she got to the top to opend up her wings and flew off in to the dirction of the cave she had been staying at. Once inside she started a fire and counted the gold she stole.
"Sorry old timer I need this more then you do."
To be continued.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 10:00 am
Night had already fallen when Joeye returned to the pawnshop. It was already closed. I'll go around the back, just to take a look, she told herself. She visualized the glittering necklace again. What if somebody bought it? No, nobody could've bought it. Yes, it's still in the shop...
Joeye had gone to nice old Mrs. Bibb's tavern. Thankfully, the woman had her change clothes, have breakfast, and sleep for a few hours. When she woke up in the afternoon, however, she went right to work. The influx of dirty dishes never seemed to end; no matter how fast Joeye worked, there's a bigger pile of dirty dishes waiting. But of course, she had thought, even more exhausted than before. Mrs. Bibb just had to have a popular tavern, doesn't she?
After she was done washing dishes--around midnight or so--Mrs. Bibb proudly showed her dry and clean dress. "Good as new, dear," said the woman, beaming. "But I think you should save it for special occasions. It's such a pretty dress."
Joeye was wearing an old serf's clothes, made of homespun light brown cotton. It was comfortably loose, but she had to thickly cuff the sleeves and the pants so she could actually function properly. She merely smiled and said, "That's a wonderful idea, ma'am."
She could have fallen into a deep sleep, but the thought of the necklace taunted her. If that wasn't bad enough, Mrs. Bibb next door snored. Loud. Joeye got up, changed out of her sweaty serf clothes and into her dress, and put on her boots. After a moment's thought, she took her jian with her ("Why's a little angel like you carrying such a mean sword?" "I think it's the only remainder of my family, ma'am." Well, that much was true) and tiptoed out of the tavern.
Now she was going around the back of the pawnshop, telling herself that she'll just look. Maybe the man'll be there and I can work out some sort of a deal with him. Well, without my halo, wings, jian... The back of the store was empty, and the backdoor was locked. Joeye walked up to the lock and noted it was incredibly rusted.
Without thinking, she swung her sword, neatly slicing off the lock. I'll just take a a look at the necklace, and then I'll leave, she promised herself as she carefully opened the door.
Screams of pain reached her ears the moment she stepped into the shop. Her hand came up to her mouth. Upstairs. The screams are from upstairs.
On her way up, she noticed there was a small room in the back that was open, and a couple of men riffling through it. Joeye froze in the stairs when she saw them, but they looked too busy to notice a little girl in purple by the stairs. Her eyes darted towards the open backdoor.
But something propelled her to keep going upstairs, and so she did. She was rewarded with a grisly sight.
In one of the bedrooms, the pawnshop man lay on the floor, in a pool of blood. His body was horribly mangled, and he was barely recognizable. There was a little girl in a blue dress, who looked no older than twelve. She was gleefully kicking the man over and over. Blood squirted out of him, staining her blue shoes red. "An old man like you, owning the stone of Alaina? Don't make me laugh!" and she kicked again.
Joeye's hand came up to her mouth. The man looked like he was almost dead, and he was just screaming for someone to kill him. Terrified, she turned and rushed down the stairs. She was clutching the rail for balance, but she felt something sticky. Joeye withdrew her hand without daring to look at it. The necklace, she thought blankly. I must get the necklace before they do.
The men were still in the small back room. Joeye ran to the counter. The necklace was still there, glittering up at her, winking. She lifted her sword and swung.
The sound of glass breaking drew the men's attention. As Joeye was scooping out the necklace, she heard a voice holler. "She got the stone of Alaina!"
"Get her!"
Joeye felt she was in the middle of a nightmare.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 10:40 am
Now that she was no longer half off her feet with this strange mental weariness, Merro found that the idea of food was not attractive enough to effectively counterbalance disgust at the thought of tearing with her hands and teeth at drippingly fresh meat. She stared hard at the sword, which had by now soaked up every bit of hen-blood that had stained its surface. It needed blood to keep up its shining appearance, that much was clear. That was disconcerting enough, but the weapon also seemed to turn to her as an alternate source of energy when fresh blood was in short supply. What sort of accursed thing had she picked up?
Merro toyed with the idea of just leaving the sword there stuck in the tree, but the possible pains of carrying the sword around seemed to her a less chancey business than that of wandering around without any better defense than a short dagger and some mediocre healing spells. With her luck, some rogue would pick up the sword and end up killing her with it later. She glanced at the bundle of feathers at the base of the tree and with a sort of philosophical shrug, picked it up and held it upside down over the sword. Merro jiggled the still-warm body a bit and then gave it a few squeezes for good measure to try and get as much non-Merro blood onto the sword as possible. Better you than I, she thought at the hen. The discoloration on the sword had disappeared at the killing blow, and although the new blood was soaked up just as quickly as the initial smear, she could see no noticable improvement in the blade's appearance at this latest offering. With an uncaring shrug, she stepped back to assess the situation anew.
The sword was coming with her; that was certain. And she wasn't hungry enough to gnaw on raw hen, but she wasn't optimistic enough to simply leave perfectly good eats on the ground either. Who knew what might happen before she reached the town? And even if she was to reach the town safely, it would be no gain to her to have left the bird behind when she might easily beg a bit of fire and get the thing roasted. When she'd gotten as much blood as she could manhandle out of the gamebird's carcass, she grabbed the legs in her left hand, pried the sword free from the tree with her right hand, and began walking.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 11:44 am
Cartoonkid's note: I wasn't able to do this yesterday because the internet access was down. Now back to the RP.
That whole night Shoneya cried. When her favorite show was on, she didn't watch it because Teddy and her always watched it.
All of a sudden she heard a knock on her door. Then she heard a voice.
"Shoneya? Hun? It's your mom. Your father's here too."
Her father opened the door. Her mom had that worried look on her face. Her father looked her in the eyes.
"Shoneya, your mother and I decided that you can look for Teddy, on your own. But, I will be giving you this."
Her father handed her a diamond watch and put it on her wrist.
"This watch will let us know where you are at all times. If you hit this blue button on the bottom it will call us to tell us you're in trouble."
"Mom, dad. I don't know what to say."
Her mom started to cry sobs of happiness and sorrow. Shoneya hugged her dad. Her dad hugged her back. Her mom joined their family hug. They were like that for a long time. Then her dad let go, then her mom did the same.
"C'mon honey. You have a lot of packing to do."
To be continued...
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 11:45 am
Anya shook off the rain drops that covered her wings and body. She then went to the entrance of the cave and made a very loud and unusual bird call. With in seconds a very beauitful barn yard owl fly up to her and lands on her gauntlet. She walked back over to the fire where she had put a broken tree branch for her owl to rest on.
"Good evening Jareth. How was your day?"
The owl made little hooting sounds to respond to Anya.
"Well I had a very successful time at the bar. I mange to get some gold for supplies for our jounrey to the next village. I sould count out how much i have."
Anya took off her sash and laid it down by the fire, then she took off her shirt and drapped her wings over her to cover herself and laid it next to the sash.
"I best dry my clothes out so I don't get an ammonia."
Anya then sat down on her sheep skin bedding and begun counting out the gold.
To be continued.
OOC:As odd as this may sound, I wish I was more like you Meri. Better write and able to make knock out edts.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 12:50 pm
"Duck!"
Joeye threw herself on the floor.
In a blink of an eye, there was a shower of daggers sailing from the stairs and across the room. She felt something warm spatter her face and realized it was blood. Slowly, afraid of what she was going to see, she turned her head towards the two men.
The two men were no longer there. From the looks of flesh, blood, and guts spattered all over the walls, they didn't have the reflexes she had. It continued to rain daggers, hundreds of little blades sailing in the air and impaling themselves on the walls. As bile rose in Joeye's throat, her eyes strayed from the bloody mess to the back room. There was a vault in there, open with its contents strewn all over the floor.
She had to move. Quickly. As the daggers continued raining, with her heart in her throat, she began to crawl towards the backdoor. Just then, a dagger pierced her wing. Joeye was about to holler in pain, but she clamped a hand to her mouth. A tiny, terrible sound escaped her.
The shower of daggers ended. A soft growl came from the stairs. "This is what I get for hiring two hoodlums out of an alley."
The little girl in blue!
"Now, the stone...the stone..."
The stairs began to creak. She's gonna come down here and find me, Joeye thought in horror.
It was now or never. She scrambled to her feet. And ran.
But before she got to the door, it slammed shut. With a gasp, Joeye whirled around, her hands holding her jian aloft. The necklace dangled from her left wrist.
It was indeed the little girl in blue. She stood at the bottom of the stairs. Up close, Joeye could see she had long blond curls and beautiful sky blue eyes. But her shoes, stockings, and skirt were spattered with blood, marring the cute little girl image.
The girl's ruby red lips parted in surprise. Her gaze moved from Joeye's halo to her bloody left wing. "What's a real angel doing around these parts?" then her gaze moved down to the necklace. "Of course. You're also after the stone. The pretty little shiney."
"I'm not an angel," Joeye said around the lump in her throat. Her voice was amazingly steady, given her predicament. "I'm a daemon."
The girl looked even more surprised. "A daemon?" she said slowly. "A demon-angel hybrid? Well. This is unexpected. But that doesn't matter, does it? Doesn't matter what your race is when you're dead."
And then the shower of daggers came again. This time, they were hurtling straight towards Joeye.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 1:15 pm
ooc: *cackle* Goodwife Featherbottom. Lovely.
The rising sun finally broke free from the horizon, and Letalus was thrown in dark silhouette against the flood of light that swept over the valley, the forest, the ravine, and the cliff face loomed overhead. This sudden increase in light finally illuminated his quarry's next step -- between the crumbling crevices of the cliff, the cave was dark and quite noticable.
He smiled, his sandy hair falling over his forehead in a rakish manner. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out a large hand and grasped a jutting rock from the cliff. Smoothly, he began to climb, hand after hand, foot after foot, with no sign of slowing down or missing a beat.
When he reached the mouth of the small cave, he was unsurprised to see that it wasn't occupied. Likely, he mused as he stood, absently brushing off the dust from his tunic, the morning light awoke the girl from an uncomfortable sleep. That is, if she had been there at all.
With cold and calculating eyes, he scanned the interior for anything strange. He almost missed the small splatter of red on the dusty ground, but as soon as he focused on it, he stepped forward to investigate.
Crouching, Letalus reached out a forefinger to smear the blood onto his fingertip. It was already drying, but it was still wet enough that it had to have been shed recently. He tested the texture of the liquid by rubbing it between his finger and thumb, just to confirm that it was blood. And he had seen enough blood to know when it had been spilled.
"The Saints must like me," he said dryly to the empty cave.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 2:21 pm
Well, the Saints had to like someone and it clearly was not Merro.
Now no self-respecting wolf in these parts would reveal himself to a human no matter how tasty her blood smelled nor how fat and juicy the pheasant she carried was. This year-old wolf had through inexperience gotten himself stuck in a trap, however, though luck had freed him and kept him thus far fed on unwary frogs. His sad history could be read in the scars and uneven growth of fur upon his near foreleg, a decided limp, and the way that his bones jutted from underneath the thin tent of his unkempt fur. He was starving and a wounded human with a dead pheasant was too tempting of an opportunity to pass up. He was not mad, however, only desperate, and so his goal was merely to intimidate Merro into dropping her hen and fleeing.
Sadly, over the course of the past nineteen years the young woman had acquired about as much woodlore as Letalus had suffered hunger pangs, so while she was decidedly upset and not a little afraid, she did not think that a wolf sneaking up behind a human being in broad daylight was anything unusual. Relying heavily upon her non-existant knowledge of wildlife, Merro veered slightly off course until she found a bit of a clear spot within the sparse forest she was walking through and then stopped, turning this way and that until she caught sight of the lurking grey shadow. Somewhere in the recesses of the runaway's mind, a wolf was apparently very much like a small child. When bent on surreptitious mischief, oftentimes he would give up the game and walk off nonchalantly once an adult caught sight of him sneaking around. In a voice as authoritative as she could make it, she said firmly,
"Shoo!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 3:13 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 3:29 pm
Joeye had some bad days and some good days with her sword lessons. On bad days, it would feel like she was the worst student who ever graced the face of the land. On good days, it would feel like everything's a game. It was on a good day that Master Dobbs taught her the reverse cyclone technique. It involved pointing her sword and twirling so fast that the blade would vanish in a blurry, tube-like black light. The technique generated quite a breeze. Her master explained to her, in his usual grouchy tone, that if it was executed properly, she could return airborne arrows, rapiers, whathaveyou, back to their senders.
But Joeye had been too busy having fun with twirling her sword and sending wood dust flying away to actually note what the twirling's purpose was.
Until that night, with the little girl in the blood-spattered blue dress. Joeye brandished her sword with one hand, pointed it at what Master Dobbs called "the inverse mark," and moved her jian in tight, repetitive, circular motions. Fast.
It couldn't have happened later. There came the pinging sounds of countless daggers hitting the blade and the whoosh of more daggers caught in the wind current. For a moment, they all dangerously hovered in the air. And then they changed directions.
Joeye never head of a sound more horrible than countless daggers tearing through human flesh. She must have heard it a few minutes ago, with the two men who didn't duck fast enough. But maybe she blocked it then. There was no blocking the sound of the daggers now, as they ripped through the little girl in the blue dress. The girl fell before Joeye's eyes, her body now unrecognizable with the blood and the daggers that now stuck out of her. But her eyes were still visible. And then she toppled backwards, falling on the stair steps.
The sight of the dead sky blue eyes did it for Joeye. She bent over and heaved the tuna casserole dinner she had in-between washing the dishes at Mrs. Bibb's taven. After retching everything out of her stomach, she straightened and wiped her mouth with her skirt.
I'm in a house with four dead people. Her eyes widened in horror. She wrenched the door open and ran blindly. The night breeze whipped at her fevered face. As if a dam broke, her mind was flooded with so many thoughts that she had to stop in the middle of the muddy, unpaved street. It was deserted; everybody was sleeping. Or dead. Joeye clutched her head in her hands, as it was wracked with piercing pain.
I killed a little girl.
She killed the two men.
She killed the pawnshop owner.
The girl and the two men were looking for the stone.
They were looking for the stone of Alaina.
The stone of Alaina is the necklace I want so much.
Slowly, she lifted her left wrist. The necklace glittered up at her, oblivious to the turmoil that it caused. Was it her, or did it shine brighter now? It must be the moonlight. Joeye glanced up at the sky. The sight of the moon and the stars against the velvety, dark blue sky calmed her slightly. Just then, something streaked across the sky. Her eyes widened. A shooting star!
The shooting star sailed through the sky and vanished behind a tall mountain that rose in the distance. It must have been the night's events, because Joeye thought the mountain loomed ominously over her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 6:04 pm
Sunny kept on walking though the forest until she saw some thing out of the corner of her eye and she crouched down and looked around as she saw more flashes out of the corner of her eye,
"Come out I will not harm you," She spake in a loud authotative voice.
The flashes moved down close to sunny it stopped befor her. it looked to be a scrawney little girl with dark green hair and yellow eyes, Her clothing looked to be that of tree bark, She spoke quickly. "You Mage," her voice was soft like the rustling onf leaves. Sunny had to stain to hear her,
"I am a mage how can I help you," She was still crouched down so that she coould talk eye to eye with the girl,
She looked a little fidigity and looked both way, "Good we need your help See some people are starting to aattack our home and well. WE Need your help,"
Sunny backed up a bit, "um I can see what I can do I am no great mage,"
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 7:26 pm
Chii walked down a much used dirt road, her broadsword resting peacefully across her back. There was a slight breeze that flowed through the terrain gently, causing the tall grass to wave and sway as if dancing to a slow waltz. Her black hair was braided loosely, and it swayed back and forth as she walked. Everything was so peaceful!
Chii sighed, stopping for the moment. In the distance she could make out the form of a large mountain, and, having nothing better to do, decided to make her way there to see what she could see. She stared at the mountain with a determined look on her face as she started jogging at a moderate pace, her braid now bouncing off her back in a constant motion. It was a good thing that she had gotten supplies in the town she had left earlier that day, because it didn't look like she'd be getting to another one anytime soon.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 8:16 pm
Ooc: ok, my first post...Ehh actually I'm not used to do oocs like this, but Ill get used to it.
Now to explain the rest..I usually use the asterisc (*) thingies for actions, and nothing for speech. If I have different characters at once I will use different colors, but mine will be the standard violet. Also, I always tend to skip or start in a new line, to difference between actions/speech.
For thoughts, I use itallics, and I place them mostly in action parts.
This time I'll write in small font for her introduction into the rp...
Now, to start my story.... sweatdrop :Ooc It was a cold, stormy night, and it had started to rain. Luckily, Setsuka was already inside the shrine, and she had locked up the doors to prevent the wind from opening them. She had also closed all windows to prevent the water of coming in. Inside the building she lit some candles to have some light source. She kneeled in front of the huge white gold statue, in meditation. She was alone in the shrine, her mother had left early to prepare dinner, like she did almost everyday. However, Setsuka wasn't afraid. She had been left alone in worst nights than this one. It kept on raining for the whole night. She had no option but to stay in the shrine for the night. She would go home first thing in the morning.
Next morning, she woke up a bit late; usually the sunlight that shined on her face would wake her up, but she had closed them due to the storm. She stood up, took her fans, and hung them to the inside of her sleeves. She took the keys, opened a few windows to freshen the place, and left the shrine locking up behind her. She walked downhill towards her small village. She waved goodmorning to all the villagers, with a small smile, and kept on walking towards her house.
*Setsuka finally reached the front door of her house. It was noticeable her family was part of the high-class of the village. She knocked on the door. Moments later her mother opned the door, and let her in*
Hi mom!Oh darling you finally arrived!, I was so worried!They're should be nothing to worry about, mom! You know I've already been in this situations...Now, Is there anything to eat?Yes, yes of course I'll serve your food right away, you must be starving!
*With that her mom went to the kitchen, and Setsuka sat on a table, waiting for her meal. After I finish eating my food, she sighs, I have to got back to that, that...shrine again, for another boring day*Ooc: Well that's it for now. Yes I know it's not as long as all of the rest, but I'm just not used to do one page posts... sweatdrop . :Ooc
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 11:34 pm
Joeye must have been staring at the mountain, slack-jawed, for a good five minutes before catching herself. A gust of night wind blew at her. She shivered and looked down at herself. She was a bloody mess, spattered with blood and vomit. For a moment, she began to heave again, but she caught herself.
I can't walk around town like this. I have to change, fast. They'll find the bodies, and...and...
It was self-defense! If I didn't do something, she would've killed me for sure!
Those thoughts allowed her terror to give way to relief. Her halo dropped over her eyes again. As Joeye yanked it up, she was seized by the sudden urge to laugh. And so she did. In the middle of the muddy, unpaved street, while the rest of the town slept away, she laughed so hard that tears streamed from her eyes. All I wanted was to run away, she thought as tears of mirth streamed down her cheeks. And right into a world of doll-like killing machines and shineys and...and...endless mountains of dishes. She could see herself twenty years from now, still working at the tavern as a dishwasher, listening to the townspeople's tales of the four murders in the pawnshop and the missing necklace. It would remain hidden away, perhaps under her mattress, and nobody would find it forever and ever.
A choke suddenly rose in her throat, a dry sob. I wanna go home.
She looked down at her dress again. I'll end up in jail faster than home if I stay like this.
The sound of rushing water made her perk up. A river?! She walked in the direction of the sound, plunging into the forest that appeared to surround the town.
She hacked away at tree branches with her jian, refusing to draw any more blood. As luck would have it, she made several wrong turns along the way, causing her to double back and start again. But finally, she saw it, a happily bubbling river. The current was still strong, perhaps because of the previous night's storm. Joeye poked it with a finger and shivered. It was icy cold. I could always go clean up at the outhouse... The thought of the noisome outhouse by the tavern made her wrinkle her nose. Gritting her teeth, she stripped and waded into the cold water.
When the cold water came in contact with her wounded wing, Joeye yelped. Whimpering, she drew her wing forward to see that it was pierced, revealing pink flesh and cartilage. Bandage, bandage... she cut a strip from the black cloth that held her jian and clumsily tied up her wound the best she could.
After scrubbing herself as much as possible, she set about cleaning her dress. She shivered with cold, as she wore nothing but her undies. I should've worn those serf clothes. This is what I get for not listening to old people. Her halo dropped and precariously perched over her eyebrow. Joeye didn't even bother lifting it back up until she was finished removing every single spatter of blood and vomit on her dress.
Finally, her dress was clean. She hated having the cold, wet fabric cling to her, but walking around in her undies would probably be as bad as walking around in blood-spattered clothes. Or worse. After zipping up herself, taking care not to disturb her wounded wing, Joeye straightened her halo and took a deep breath.
The blood smeared on her right palm caught her eye. I thought I cleaned myself already. She sat back down and tried to wash off the blood.
But no matter how hard she scrubbed, the blood refused to come off. It remained a thick, vibrant shade of crimson. Tears of frustration came to her eyes. Come off, dammit! You must come off!
The blood on her right hand remained, silently taunting her.
ooc: a long installment on doing laundry. my muse is crying (insert gonk here).
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 12:28 am
ooc: -sighs- hate to say it.. but I'm going to be behind a bit... college work is going to start taking its toll once more as finals start approaching.. I'll update much as can, but I probably will be behind... a bit ..... three day weekend though this time... so I think I should be able to post some.... if I can catch up on homework... ^^;;;
Dapon sat there for a moment, panting, trying to calm himself down before picking the dream apart. His dreams often held a warning of sorts, a type of premonition, especially the more vivid.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he sighed, drawing his knees to his chest trying to console himself. There was no trace of blood on his hands, he reassured himself, and Kuri was safe in the village a good few days walk away. Shuddering slightly, he forced the last reassurance out of his mind. He was too far to get there if something truly was happening, or had happened.
"Maybe it's time," he said with a sigh, looking around the small dank cave as the rain still pittered outside. Rising to his feet, he wandered to the mouth, brushing the dirt off his pants and bare skin that had accumlated there in the few hours of sleep. His scarlet eyes scanned the rain as he leaned against the wall, dancing about the the hints of red slipping through the clearing clouds off in the distance: the direction of Milan; of his long gone home. He closed his eyes, absentmindedly chewing on his knuckle, pondering his predicament. "Can't help but wonder what happened to her," he said to the slowly warming air.
He sighed and turned around, picking up his dark blue tank, and pulling it over his head. He raked his fingers across the scarlet tuft of hair, pulling it away from the deep scar across his eye. "Wonder what she'll think about this..." he laughed softly, knowing full well what she may think.
He wandered slowly back to his small camping area and gathered up his supplies, not looking forward returning to the town of oogling girls. He pictured them falling for his new scar, saying that it made him so much more manly than the men in town, simply because he had left and faced the dangers that most refused to return from. He imagined the men hissing whispers about him as he walked by, for the same reason. Despite it all, he had to return, for many reasons.
Something pale green in his bag caught his attention as he stuffed the last of his provisions in the bag. "Wha--?" he pulled it out, recognizing Kuri's letter for him. The only she had written. At least the only he had recieved in the two years. Of course, he had not had the time, nor the ability to write her back since he recieved it. It arrived in his hands the day before he was attacked, and he had not read it ... much ... since then.
He opened it and scanned through it, his good eye focusing on the final bit:
I really hope you aren't gone too long, Dapon. It's only been a few weeks, but I already miss you dearly. I never confessed to you before, but the day we met, and actually talked face to face, I fell in love. Been in love since too. No doubt you're having incredible adventures, but I still cannot wait until you return. I'll watch for you every day!
Love always
Kuri
P.S. First time I've ever written that name. Was it really strange to see it?
He kept himself from crumpling the letter by dropping it, cursing himself for not writing her before, telling her not wait, as he may never return. With a sigh, he picked it up, his eyes scanning her neat and unique handwriting once again before folding it and tucking on top of the rest of belongings. He looked back out at the rain with a softened look of determination in his eyes, almost a yearning not to. "It is time," he whispered again, hoisting his pack on one shoulder, his fingers grazing the remants of his mark. His dark eyes narrowed and he leapt into a run out into the pouring rain, heading deep into the rising sun.
ooc: -covers head- I know I'm behind... I'll work on catching up this weekend...
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