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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 5:16 pm
((Inflicts the power of the narrator on the deadish rp…*sends out Samuel L. Jackson*))
A week went by and the slowly growing group kept on the move, stopping at a town or a village for the night but moving on in the morning. In the days that they were gone there were no signs of any danger but they were surely a good hike back to home. They were practically on the edge of Yasha’s forest looking out toward the human city of Bergen. The tall walls that surrounded the city were an impressive sight on their own, but they left little visibility of the city beyond them. Humans stood guard along the top of the wall, marching back and forth from post to post, no doubt waiting for their shift to end.
It was nearly day break but not yet morning, the light breaking through from the borderline of the trees scattering its light into the darkness.
((You all can figure out what you have done in this time. Whether you have disbanded, followed, or ….whatever XD. Its time to move on! ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 8:55 pm
Riyo had continued along with the little group. Then again, where else would she have gone? She knew no one in this world, and still had no memories... Only horrible dreams that kept her up at night. It seemed the farther she got away from the forest, the more sickly she looked from the lack of sleep and terrible headaches.
The one good, however, was the fact that she had gained a small vocabulary. At least now she could say simple things, tell them what she wanted/needed, or how she felt. She was learning quick enough.
But, the most she learned was through her nightmares. She didn't tell anyone about them because she was afraid of what they might think, but they were like flashbacks. Deja vu, even. 10 different voices speaking to her at once, corpses singing, babies crying, and greusome images that she didn't understand, but knew they weren't for the weak of heart.
The ravens continued to follow her, though they usually kept their distance when she was with everyone else. She wasn't sure what they were doing... Only that they meant her no harm.
As far as "the man" went... He was still there. Oh, he was still there. Following her... Watching her much like the birds... Only... His intentions were far from acceptable.
Still, no one else noticed him. Which made her think that perhaps there WAS something wrong with her. Though, what could she do about it?
Riyo watched the sun as it rose, having already been awake from yet another nightmare. "Bright, nyuu..." She mumbled to herself and rubbed her eyes.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 4:28 am
If she had gone her own way, she was sure that she would had missed out on all the fun there was in adventuring. Plus, these people might be able to teach or stuff, or visa versa. So poke had chosen to follow the group as they journey through the forest.
It was quite weird though, she had to admit. Before this she had only journeyed by herself, setting her own pace and going her own way. But now it was quite different following someone else's lead. And she still knew nothing about the group besides what she could observe. As for what the group knew about her...well, she hadn't said much if they asked.
As the sun came up, a sleepy-eyed poke rolled over and yawned. It was far to early to be up so she was about to go to sleep again but noticed riyo from the corner of her eye. She seemed very awake at this time of morning...
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 4:08 pm
Mitsu rested peacefully curled up in the crock of a tree’s roots. Her time with the group had yet to really shed any knowledge of where she had come from or why she was being chased, but one thing was very clear, she had escaped. She never gave details of where she had escaped from or from who but it was obvious at this point that she did not want to go back by any means. As for the friend she was looking for, Ko, she had no idea where he was but was determined to find him. He was really the only family she had left so not looking for him was out of the question. It was the only thing she stood firm about, she needed to find Ko even if she had to do it on her own.
Neko on the other hand sat by the small fire they had made for the night, the embers barely glowing at this point. He had kept watch during the night but as the morning hours approached he found himself drifting closer and closer to sleep. Now he sat in his upright position, arms crossed, legs crossed in Indian style, and his torso slumped over. He was asleep sitting up. Some watchman he turned out to be.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 5:39 pm
Kaine had been diverting random people from their meaningless chores to check the Aviary frequently over the past few days to see if one of his pretties had returned. Finally, one brought cheerful news. Having gleaned the location of his target, it was time.
Working meticulously for the interim of the crow's absence, Kaine had all of the items prepared for his journey lying in his room. Using his nimble fingers, he placed the sternum onto his chest and muttered a few words of the forbidden Necromantic text. Ribs began to sprout from the giant bone and wrapped around his torso, forming a light and flexible armor. He slipped metal spikes into the places alotted them up his sleeves. Some had a red feathers affixed to their tail ends, others were specially made for deceiving the eyes. He took the vials of his own blood, mixed with vampire bat saliva to halt coagulation, and carefully put them into a pouch that fruitily resembled a fanny pack. Resting in holsters that once contained firearms, now modified to hold their new inhabitants, were both of his blades. One at each hip, the barber's cutthroat blades looked rather unmenacing at his sides.
"Bigger is not better." He said musingly, as he continued to arm himself.
Once he was certain he was well-prepared and well-fed, Kaine ventured to the front door of the lab. He braced himself for the cold by enabling half of the heat runes woven into his scarf. The entryway became filled with the wavy distortion of heat. Kaine opened the door and took wing, flying inexorably towards his destination. Riding the air currents to conserve his strength, a look of fierce determination crossed his face.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 9:23 pm
"I said I'm fine." Yuki half groaned, apparently sick of being pestered. "I just need to rest for a few minutes. No harm done."
Another groan, but this time it had come from Hitsu. "Fine, I'll fix your shirt."
"Mine too, please?" Yuki spoke up, forcing the most innocent grin he could manage when his sister cast a glare at him. Wasn't like it was his fault, he never asked to have a run-in with a dragon.
"I swear, you two..." She sighed, rolling her eyes. She shook her head gently, offering an awkward smile to Mable. "I can only say I'll try my best."
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It was only to be expected that Yuki and Hitsuzen had continued along in the journey. After all, as luck would have it, their chance meeting with Mitsu had them on the run as well. What fun. There had been no sign of the man who had frightened them from their village, and on more than one occasion Hitsu had insisted that he must be long gone, and begged her brother to take them back home. Naturally, Yuki knew better, but tried to find kinder means in which to urge her onward. To think of it as their own little adventure, as it was their first time away from home. A vacation, if you will, despite how sudden and unplanned it might have been. They'd get to see new places, meet new people. Well, the meeting new people had already come to pass, and one had to be thankful that at least a few of them seemed trustworthy.
Neko had taken it upon himself to watch the camp for the night, but Yuki had intended to do so as well. It was likely unnerving, that both persons that should have been keeping the group safe had fallen asleep. He'd managed to do so in a tree, no less than thirty feet off the ground. Back rested against the trunk, one leg dangling freely off one side of the branch he'd perched on, with the other propped upon it. It was a wonder he hadn't fallen in his sleep, Lord knew he would have probably broken his neck (and several other things) on the way down. Arms were folded neatly behind his head, and he slept peacefully. He was oblivious to those stirring beneath him, his lack of sleep had him in it pretty deep whenever he managed to doze off.
[Hitsu will be in my next post, in which I insist that nobody see/follow her. She'll have awakened before everyone else, and is currently not at the campsite. Also, please refrain from waking Yuki, because that wouldn't be the most desirable thing to happen right now. We don't want Hitsu to get yelled at, right? Right.]
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:14 pm
(( I made no changes because Sukku is very lazy. :V )) Morning clung to the earth in the guise of darkness, the whispers of predawn smothered beneath its quiet stillness. Birds had long since been silent in their song, captured and put away so that the night may not have swallowed it. Even so, speckling their trees and boughs, they awaited the break of sunrise over the distant hill, anticipating the light that would spill over the edge of the world for them to drink and trill back.
Yuval was only a part of the nature, as foreign as he appeared standing amidst the blue-washed autumn leaves. He could feel the cool wind trickle around him, a slumbering sigh, and he turned his face with it. He had been restless in his pursuit and teetered on the brink of exhaustion; he refused to sleep. How long had it been since he had been asked to accomplish a task such as this one, he pondered. How long yet was it going to take him to complete this ridiculous mission?
The ‘when’ drove him further; the ‘when’ drove him mad. He ached for the triumph of completion, and yet he savored this endless pursuit. A game, one he hadn’t played in such a long, long time.
He looked to the gaps in the leafy treetops, dying leaves being plucked from their branches and danced away. Morning would make headway soon enough; the low dark of the sky was becoming heavier. She will fall, he thought. She will fall and break and die.
The damp foliage cushioned the noise of his footfalls as he pressed on. In the distance a nightingale whistled a solemn note, which curled into the still air and whirled away. A vague smile pulled at Yuval’s lips as he wandered the thinning tree line and for amusement’s sake he whistled back, a true mimicry of the song.
You need to rest, Hadil murmured. Yuval lifted his head and looked around, a soft light born in his eyes. He idled by a tree – the brook he had heard, that had been the cause of his surprise. Yes.
He refused to acknowledge the realization that dawned in the midst of that lingering voice: that for the first time in a long while he craved to be home again. Instead, he took the voice of his master’s child at face value.
“Perhaps you are right,” he said to no one. Yuval pressed against the trunk of the knotted tree, a bare hand fluttering over his eyes. A quick nap, that was all he needed. Maybe tonight he would be plagued by something more pleasant than a nightmare.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:35 pm
Another stirred in the lingering darkness, though this one was not nearly as exhausted. Hitsu had awakened a long while ago, and had only risen when she came to realize that she was indeed the only one awake amongst their growing group. It was a disappointment really, Hitsu had hoped as she'd went to tend to the dying fire that someone else would stir and she'd have someone to talk to. Neko had been sleeping like a rock, Hitsu could swear she'd made enough noise to wake him more than once. Alas, they had all continued their slumber, and it was in her boredom that Hitsu did something very foolish. She decided to go out and have a look around.
As she explored, the girl mulled over several ideas of just how she'd keep from getting scolded as soon as she'd returned. Sure, she was technically an adult, but that never seemed to keep her brother from treating her like a child. In truth, she knew he was only worried about her, but he didn't have to be so over protective. Pulled from her thoughts, Hitsu looked up as her ears picked up the sound of trickling water. Water? If it wasn't too deep, perhaps she could catch something to cook up for breakfast. Surely Yuki wouldn't be so keen to yell at her if she'd gotten them all something to eat, right?
So now, here she was. Following the sound of moving water, she'd discovered a small hollow in which there ran a small stream. The water was clean and clear, and there were fish floating peacefully beneath the surface. Hitsu could see them, and she was thankful for the shallow water. It wouldn't be dangerous for her to be too close to the edge. She gathered sticks and grasses from nearby, along with a few small stones. It was slightly ironic; She was patient enough to construct her own net, but not patient enough to take barely minutes to construct a simple pole and wait for a fish to bite.
Hitsu had seated herself alongside the bank, appearing quite content as she worked. As she weaved the strands of grass, she hummed softly to herself. This place was pleasant, she thought, and it was a shame that they hadn't set up camp here. It was quite beautiful.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:44 pm
He had surrendered himself to a few blissful moments of unconsciousness against the unyielding bark of the tree. It was surprising how unraveling it was to be aware of your own drifting in the midst of slumber; awake just enough to know you are asleep. Silence pressed against all sides, the warmth of sinking deeper into his subconscious thick and smothering. He made it a point to grasp onto the final threads of consciousness – capturing the rustling in the leaves above, the creaking of the branches. They blinked in and out: the breeze, the scurry of the brook over the pebbles, the humming….
It dropped into his slumbering mind like a stone into still waters. His eyes opened, heavy with disorientation, pupils completely dilated; they narrowed as his senses cleared.
That was no bird he had ever heard, he mused. There was a smile ghosting against the corners of his mouth, and in the bleak light of predawn it was almost pleasant. He raised himself from his place at the tree
And what was this if not a winsome reply to his earlier call? Though the babbling of the stream was certainly louder, he followed the underlying melody instead.
And what a surprise met his eyes as he shadowed the line of trees, picking his way through with the utmost precision. No bird, no nightingale, nor no river spirit came to taunt him, but something much, much worse.
And infinitely better all the same.
The scene was deceptive in its innocence. What was this kitten doing so far from her mother’s teat? The sight-hound’s head tilted, eyes brushing delicately over the young woman’s form, her concentration, her task. The curiosity that had sparked in his near colorless gaze smoldered – this must have been some trick, some ploy to distract him. And it had.
“Has the first lark finally awakened?” he mused aloud from his place in the trees, drifting towards the hollow.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:52 pm
Oblivious to being overheard, her quiet tune had not ceased for a moment as Hitsu continued her construction. It was coming along nicely, nearly finished. It wasn't something she would have given her brother to go out with, it was simply intended for this use alone. It was doubtful that she had the time to put together a net that was too intricate, someone would surely be missing her before too long.
The net was lifted carefully to be examined, and only now did her soft melody cease. The girl wrinkled her nose a bit at the quick job, "It should work for now, I think." She had been unaware of the presence of the hound, not until now. Over the trickling water, his voice was little more than a murmur. However, she had heard it. At first, she gave a light jolt. Startled, thinking perhaps that one of her friends had found her, specifically one that wouldn't think highly of her wandering off alone.
Though, when she looked up, that was not the case. A tall stranger stood a distance away, watching her from the trees. While relieved, she was a bit concerned. She did not know this man, and she did not know his purpose here. From his distance, she could not easily read his expression nor catch the scent of canine. "I-I'm sorry?" She called, both in being unsure of his words and offering apology should she not be welcome here. She stood quickly with the net held firmly in her hands, as though waiting to be told to go and fish elsewhere.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:53 pm
His footstep did not hesitate, but it did pause. A single brow swept upwards like a bird’s wing – her apologetic movements nearly made him cluck his tongue, but he refrained and instead made way to close the distance. There was a wondering bright to his eyes, his arms folded casually behind his back. She was a mite of a girl, he noted keeping any appraisal to himself, and he took measures to remain as unimposing as possible. Although that would be a feat considering the hairline scars, but in the dark….
“For what?” he pressed. This time both brows rose in good humor, “I’ve always expected the morning to be greeted by birdsong, never catsong.”
He may have been considerably nearer now, but Yuval made sure to keep his distance. His eyes swept the trickling stream as though absorbed; in truth, his unconsciousness was railing at him for deviating him from his task, quailing at this double-sided path. Presently, he saw it as an opportunity. Why would the gods dare drop this delightful little kitten amidst the reeds if not for him to find?
It never occurred to him that she could be an undue temptation.
Those marble-like eyes flickered upward, “Although, I am not complaining. It was as sweet as any lark’s melody.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:54 pm
"I-I thought..." Hitsu started, fumbling nervously with the tool in her hands. She apparently caught herself, and lowered her hands, trying to calm her nerves. "I thought I might have been trespassing." She finished, quickly adding an explanation whether it was needed or not. "I didn't mean to, I was only trying to catch a few fish..." Her words trailed off slowly, and she stared at him somewhat fearfully as he stopped nearby. Not afraid of him exactly, just the worry of being somewhere she shouldn't. It would have been bad enough for Yuki to be scolding her for running off, but she'd never thought of upsetting someone else instead.
It was then that his final statement caught her ears, and she blinked. He was complimenting her? She blushed lightly, "Th-thank you." She said with a gentle nod. Afterward, an awkward pause. Unsure of what to say to this stranger, her gaze shifted back to the stream. Her mind tried to work out some way to not seem rude, and she suddenly spoke up again. "Would you like me to catch you some fish, too?" She asked, peering up toward him sheepishly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:55 pm
Her timidity amused him a great deal, he realized. When she fiddled with the net, his eyes were drawn down to her hands – he tasted laughter on his tongue from her tumbling words and swallowed it with a faint smile. There was something endearing about her faltering, he found grace in its gracelessness.
“Trespassing on what?” he said after a moment. “Even if I did own this land, this stream, I daresay it’d own me first. Arresting, isn’t it?”
And though he cast his gaze about if considering the land around him, he seemed distracted, his thoughts lingering elsewhere; they fell quick upon the girl again, and for all the world he couldn’t even tell himself if he were speaking of the land or otherwise. The ambiguities of his latter words were left wide open to interpretation. She had to do but nothing to garner his full attentions.
The sight-hound drank up the faint color that blossomed across her cheeks. If it were as simple as that, well then. His smile broadened. Yuval, despite not having eaten in a good while, did not feel the disarming gnaw of hunger in his belly. He could have just as easily declined her offer, sweet as it was, but he found himself thinking it over. Why not? He could do for a brief respite; his charge wouldn’t disappear that quickly.
“Oh, I am undeserving of such kindness, but I find it hard to refuse,” he spread his hands as though in defeat. “Would you like something in turn?”
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:56 pm
Apparently, this was not his territory. For that, Hitsu was thankful. "It is very beautiful." She confirmed, gazing up toward the sky. The colors of dawn were arriving slowly, and for several moments she merely stared. With her home being as deep into the forest as it was, until they had fled she'd never really clearly seen the sky.
She returned her attention to him when he had replied to her offer, and smiled lightly. Hitsu shook her head to the question, "No, not at all." She settled down onto the bank again, looking down into the water and the shadows that floated within it. They didn't look like they were very large, but if she tried to catch several there would hopefully be enough to go around between her friends and this man. One could hope, anyway. If there wasn't, there were surely other things that they could gather up to eat.
Then, she seemed to think twice of her answer. "Unless you'd like to offer an introduction." Her tone was in no way demanding, not that she hardly sounded forceful even when she tried. She looked up to him expectantly for just a moment, before turning her attention again to her task. Now she really hoped the net would work, as she would have a witness to her failure if it wasn't good enough for the job.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:57 pm
He followed her gaze upwards, where dawn began to awaken in the creases of the sky. Once the sun stretched out his arms, the day would have arrived in full and it would be time for him to continue. But now, as the crushed velvet blue of the sky diminished into a dark violet, he decided to seize the opportunity of this meeting. He did not lower his head, only his line of sight, which again settled fixatedly on the girl.
Oh, the expectance reflected in her eyes was delightful, even if it lasted for but a moment. He was silenced by her inquiry, the idea of telling her ruminating in the back of his mind. Quid pro quo, he supposed, for her fish, his name. Yuval was hardly opposed to the idea – it was simple etiquette to supply it when it was requested. It never occurred to him that it could rock the foundations of his entire mission. What he saw in this picturesque meeting, however, was not an exchange of names or a companionable breaking of the bread. He saw a game, and she only have to take his hand to join.
“My name?” he finally asked, as though genuinely curious as to why she would want to know such blasé information. His next words teetered on the edge of his tongue, tittered against his teeth noisily. “A lark can only summon one thing, my dear!”
He gave a theatrical bow, though his voice never rose above that metallic hum of his, “I am the Dawn, awakened at your behest!”
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