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 Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 11:54 am
 The towers that shoulder your pride
The words you've written in stone
Sand will cover them, sand will cover you
The streets that suffer your name
Your very flesh and your bones
Sand will cover them, sand will cover you ((I am mad at myself. Haven't had good writing inspiration and now I'm just pushing myself to post 'cause it needs to happen. Blocks happen all the time and ya just need to beat the wall down.XD...Long post for someone forcing it...0-o
BTW: I have no idea what sort of accent a peasant girl should have....No idea how to write it, either.))
Mira cringed as she was chided for eating like she had never had soup before. But she had be so hungry that she did not think about what she was doing. Looking at her hand now, she realized that it was a very stupid thing to do. Despite the burning in her throat and on her hand, her stomach had something in it. That it self took away part of her hunger pains.
The younger girl listened intently as Charlotte told her what had happened to their country. She had been wondering far too long. Anger boiled inside of Mira, but she did her best to control it. She had never been so angry in her life and it was starting to frighten her that she felt so angry over everything. For the fall of her home country and it's princess. Well, Mira was not sure how she felt about hearing that the princess might have fallen. Her village had been so far from the capital that they only heard stories and were barely affected by them. She turned to stare at her hands again as she worked to control her out-rage. What could she do? She was nothing but a weak peasant girl, only recovering from weeks of wondering lost in the forests and plains.
Mira's ears perked at Charlotte saying that they would be leaving in the evening. Traveling did not sound like a good thing to the girl's feet and arm but to her mind, it was something. Progress to be made so she could do something...Or help do something, even in the slightest, with riding their country of the Mei'Q. Also, she had seen Charlotte. She had been looking for the older woman and she had no idea as to truly why. 'So', Mira decided, 'I should try staying with her whenever possible.'
Working to push her anger and resolve from her face, she turned back to speak. But she was distracted when another, and full, bowl was placed on her lap. Her hunger was still too close to the surface to be ignored even for a few words before she ate. So, Mira ate, with a spoon this time, half the bowl in an amazing short amount of time before her stomach stopped it's growling and pains. She felt she could still eat more, but thought it would be better to give them her name, at least. After all, they had taken her in, treated her wound, and were feeding her with delicious food.
"Mira." She said in a slightly scratchy voice, "My name is Mira. The Mei'Q destroyed my village a few weeks ago and I've been wondering since. You're the first people I have seen that weren't...." Mira trailed off from that line. "I...May I go with you when you head north? I've never been so far away from my village, much less by myself." Mira looked back to her bowl of food as she awaited an answer. So put your faith in more than steel
Don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust
Where thieves break in and steal
Pull the fangs from out your heel
We live in but a shadow of the real
Step out from time, see the dust of nations
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 4:40 pm
{{Gah! Jesus Christ I'm sorry. I really thought I had already replied. I remember typing the reply up even. }}
Samhailien smiled at the man sitting in front of her. To some he would seem brusque, unfeeling even. To the Seumurian girl, though, he seemed familiar. He reminded her of her mentor, the man who had been adviser to the King and Queen before Lilith's parents. He had remained in this position for many years and finally passed away soon after Lilith's parents had taken the throne, and long before the Mei'Q invasion was even a threat. To replace him, Lilith's parents had asked Samhailien to take his place. Having nowhere else to go, she had taken the position. And here she was.
She remained thoughtful for a moment, deciding on what she should tell him. "I do not know what you were aware of the company the former King and Queen kept, but I was their adviser. My name is Samhailien Sig-Ur. I apologize again for intruding upon your hospitality, but it was imperative that I found Serenice. Without her help, rescuing Falconer will be nigh impossible.
Without Falconer, the small morale of the people will fail, and they will surely begin to fall. If that happens, we may as well give in to the Mei'Q now."
She stopped there. Mark was surely aware of this and getting herself worked up would do no good. She relaxed further in her chair, her head in her hands. Her slim finger worked a sigil of peace upon her forehead, trying to calm herself. The symbol glowed a bright blue before fading away. She stared at the knotted wood of the table before her as she spoke, half to herself, half not caring who heard.
"I was so certain, so sure, that he was destined for something great. Something above the rest of your kind. I pray to whatever gods are listening that he is safe and well." She trailed of as she was lost in thought.
{{And... Cue short flash to the child! ninja }}
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 4:00 am
 Lilith Ishtar Daciana Valdis Gwenevere Ovet Do you know what your fate is?
And are you trying to shake it?
You're doing your best and
Your best look
You're praying that you make it
{{Is that cue aimed at me?}}
As Pomme put her finger in front of Lilith's nose the princess was starting to realize how much self-control it was going to take to be able to hold up the facade of being her sister. Lilith had already gone through training before in the event that she'd had to go through something like this. However the person that she'd always counted on being with her was Serenice- someone whom she would have been comfortable with no matter the situation.
'This is what I get for assuming she would always be there,' Lilith chided herself as she looked between the finger and Pomme's face. "I'm sorry," she replied as she looked back down at her soup and started stirring it. The girl had her own soup and Lilith eyed her to be sure that she used her spoon this time- which she did. She looked away from her and back down at her own food, holding the bowl carefully on her lap and eating.
"Mira." The girl suddenly stated, forcing Lilith's eyes upward again. "My name is Mira. The Mei'Q destroyed my village a few weeks ago and I've been wondering since. You're the first people I have seen that weren't.... I...May I go with you when you head north? I've never been so far away from my village, much less by myself."
As the girl finished speaking and making her request Lilith turned to look at Pomme for a second. "You're sick," Lilith answered as she faced Mira and began shaking her head. "The infection on your arm is gone but it's still inside of your body. You still have a fever too. You'll need to rest for at least a few days before you think about moving again." Lilith studied Mira with a solemn expression as she set her spoon back down. Thoughts wafted to and fro inside of her mind, various opinions battling themselves. Lilith had no need for a sickly girl to hinder them on their journey to the Maskves Mountains. Not to mention that Lilith didn't know what to do once they reached the mountains. How was she supposed to explain to the girl that they needed to go inside? And on top of that she was just a peasant- she wasn't a trained soldier and if they ran into trouble how would she defend herself?
Even so she was still one of Lilith's people and if Lilith left her here she'd be defenseless. Not to mention she could also unintentionally tell someone that she'd seen her and Pomme. Lilith was reasonably confident that the girl was not from Mei'q Valuk. The way true rage had begun boiling around her after she'd learned that Erion had fallen. Yet all that that really meant was that she and Pomme weren't going to have to dig a grave in the backyard.
'She could be my second step into rebuilding Erion. I suppose... ah... what to do...' Lilith slowly inhaled as she tried to sort her thoughts out. "It's really Annick's decision. But unless we find a horse or have you rest there's no way you could accompany us. You'd only get worse. It's a miracle you're even awake right now." Whenever the end is
Do you think you can see it?
Well, until you get there
Go on, go ahead and scream it
Just say it
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 10:31 pm
She stalked the tall grass once her eyes caught sight of him. Her left hand softly touched the edges with an open palm, her eyes though originally dual colored, became reddish in hue temporarily as her pupils focused on its target. Her prey was breathing normally and she could tell that although she had the advantage of surprise, her target could easily turn the table if he managed to grab hold of her. Despite the odds, Manix slowed her own breathing down and inched closer. He was in an open field, walking with steady, confident steps.
He was several inches taller than her. Several. His back was wide and strong, reliable even. Manix's mouth opened slightly before she lunged forward, out of the tall grass, and toward her prey; Izzy. She did, however, let her position known when she fell prey herself to excitement and she laughed as she neared him. There was no real aggression in her, only playfulness. It was her initial plan to jump on him, locking the top of his shoulders with her own bare hands. However, because she started to laugh, her footing was off and her entire plan was thrown off course and before she knew it, her body was falling toward him rather than at him.
It was a pathetic attempt, one that would have never happened had she been serious and had he been an actual target. And while an onlooker would have been dismayed at her carefree attitude, especially during such times, Manix was enjoying herself and that became a priority a while back. Her days were for the most part idle and she kept herself occupied through...other means.
"Hey Izzy," she began. "I saw some interesting things on the way here. I heard something about Mei'q Valuk...they might be on the move, if we stay out in this area, we just might run into them."
It was almost a signature move for Manix to brush off something like a failed attempt to pounce someone and move onto another subject. She looked up at him, awaiting his reaction and reply.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 6:16 am
Pomme was looking at Mira was sad eyes. Poor little thing she though to herself. Yet it was a high risk to bring her along. Wasn't it? The woman's mind was racing as she finished eating her soup. She almost chocked on her soup when Lilith spoke up This is really Annick's decision. To hide her trouble, she had coughed a little and stood up pretending that she was cleaning her bowl. What game are you playing Princess? Once again Pomme wished that she were dead and Serenice here by the heir to the throne's side.
Her hands in the water, Pomme was holding her answer when she stopped at once and made a movement to silence the two young women. Pomme heard a noise which was not coming from the front of the house but from the back. She listened carefully and frowned. She made a second movement towards Mira and Lilith, telling them not to move and she left the kitchen. From the main room, the young ones could hear the noise of a sliding door or something similar.
A second later, Pomme entered with the bloodied body of a young boy in her arms. Her face was emotionless as she delicately put the wounded body on the floor in the middle of the room. The boy was breathing with difficulty.
- I am...sorry...I...
Pomme grabbed the closest piece of fabric she could to press on the wound, but she knew it was useless.
- They...are in...the village...they...killed Mother...
A sob shook the boy who coughed blood.
- You...need to go...
He paused.
- Horses are...at the rendez-vous...
Pomme nodded, she wanted to make him stop speaking, to make him save his strengths, but she knew that it was too late. It was doing his last duties towards his country, his Queen.
The boy's face turned towards Mira and Lilith. He hesitated and locked his eyes in Lilith. Pomme smiled. Even a simple peasant would recognize his ruler. With a blush on his cheek, the young boy spoke again.
- You are...very pretty.
He chuckled but blood rolled down the corner of his lips.
- I am sorry...Princ....
His head rolled against Pomme's stomach. Her fists clenches on the boy and she remained silent a second. She brushed a kiss on his forehead and closed his eyes.
Before anything was said or done, she was up and she carried the boy in the closest bed room, laying him on a bed.
- I am the one who is sorry, Peter.
She whispered at his eyes before kissing him again and closing the door.
Back in the main room, she looked at the two girls. Her clothes were bloodied but she did not seem to care.
- We need to go. Now!
She said with as strong of a voice as she could.
Mark grunted. No need to apologize. The man stared at the elf when he saw her glowing. He knew of magic and such, but he was a simple man and that demonstration was scaring him a little.
"Falconer will not die." answered Mark still un-at-ease. He stood up and headed for the window. He stared outside in silence as the elf seemed lost in her own thoughts.
"I'll help if I can, but I am but a simple ma-." he said almost to himself.
Mark's words were cut short by the arrival of Senerice. She looked everything like a man and she looked worried.
Without caring about the etiquette, she called the elf.
"Sam, we might have a problem. I need to talk to you."
She turned to the man.
"Mark, I am leaving this with you." she put a bag on the kitchen table. "I will be back later today."
Without waiting for anything, she opened the house door and waited for the elf to follow her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 7:39 am
Lilith Ishtar Daciana Valdis Gwenevere Ovet Do you know what your fate is?
And are you trying to shake it?
You're doing your best and
Your best look
You're praying that you make it
Lilith watched Pomme stand up and head strait over to the kitchen. There was no visible reaction on the princess's face and her dark eyes lingered on her before she turned back to Mira. "I guess we'll talk about it later."
She'd started on her soup again when the sounds from the kitchen died without footsteps following. She looked back up and nodded as Pomme signaled for neither of them to move. She quietly set her bowl down on the floor before standing up and holding her hand in front of Mira to reinforce her to be silent.
Lilith didn't have to wait long to see what Pomme was checking out. She entered less than a minute later carrying the body of a young boy who was covered in blood. As she set the boy down Lilith was at his side within a second, pulling her sleeves up and watched Pomme press a cloth against the boy's wound. Then, instead of ordering Pomme to grab her medical supplies again, Lilith lowered her arms and took a step back. At first Lilith had thought that the majority of the blood was someone else's. With the rate that the clothe that Pomme had was soaking and blood that she could see coming out... there was no way he was going to make it.
As he laid there Lilith watched him behind low eyelids, listening with strained ears to what he was saying. 'Rendezvous,' she repeated to herself. Then he looked passed Pomme and up to herself and Mira before he looked strait at her. Lilith locked eyes with him, features cold as it usually was before her lips cracked for a small smile.
"You are...very pretty." He was chuckling now, even as crimson slipped from his lips and rolled down his pale white skin. "I am sorry... Princ...."
Before the word could escape his mouth his last breath escaped him. Lilith's smile fell, irritation filling her veins at the fact that the boy's last words were an apology instead of something else. 'Why is it that so many of my people apologize to me just before death?' Lilith thought to herself as Pomme picked up the boy's corpse and moved him to another room. She sat down with a heavy plop into her chair, hands on her lap as she looked down at the red stain on the carpet. 'I ask for their loyalty and in turn they give me their lives... that is more precious of a gift than anyone could ever give to me. You are not the one to be apologizing, dead boy, it should be I for failing to protect you from death...' her head barely tilted to the side before she turned to look at Mira. 'How many more of my people must I watch die?'
"We need to go. Now!" Pomme yelled within a few moments after she entered the room with such an amount of strength and almost authority that Lilith was nearly surprised.
"Do not move, Mira. Sister, grab what you can and I'll meet you at the back door." Lilith said as she stood. She then went back into her room, grabbing her sword, sheathing and sticking it into a pack that she had resting against the side of her bed. She then swung it over her back before gathering up all of the papers that she'd been working on the night before and going into the kitchen. She stuffed the papers into the dish water that Pomme had been using, quickly shredding up the papers and moving them around to be sure that the ink was soaked and smeared and the paper torn beyond repair. The only paper that she didn't destroy was the map, which she had tucked away inside of her backpack.
She took her hands out, dried them on the closest towel and then marched back into the living room. Without saying much of a word she tucked the blankets around Mira to be sure that they were secure before bending over and picking the younger girl up bridal style. "Just be quiet and still, Mira." Lilith stated as she carried her through the room and out the back door. Whenever the end is
Do you think you can see it?
Well, until you get there
Go on, go ahead and scream it
Just say it
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 2:05 pm
Samhailien pulled up the hood on her thick cloak, not bothering with an illusion just now, gathered up her staff and followed the vampire out into the night. She could tell by the strain in her voice and the tightness of her back that whatever it was, was important. "What is it, what has happened?" Her voice was colored with concern, though her mind was coolly analyzing the situation and what might have happened. Her staff clicked hollowly on the ground as she followed Serenice. Her slight fingers tapped the handle of her staff, the thin wood was sturdier than it looked and was warm to the touch from the amount of stored magic that the inside held.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 3:36 pm
The towers that shoulder your pride
The words you've written in stone
Sand will cover them, sand will cover you
The streets that suffer your name
Your very flesh and your bones
Sand will cover them, sand will cover you ((uuuugh. This post is crap. Don't read it. crying ))
Mira tilted her head in understanding. She had been wandering in a hell sort of state since her sisters died. The food helped to give her energy. Mira assumed that was what was helping her to stay awake.
The girl watched in silence as Annick got up to wash her bowl without saying anything.
"I guess we'll talk about it later."
Mira smiled weakly at Charlotte. Her hopes of going with them were no longer really there. She held felt that sort of silence before with her mother. Before Destiny could being musing, Charlotte held a silencing hand in front of her. Confused, Mira stared at the woman.
Mira's confusion was answered when Annick entered with bloody rags in her arms. Those rags, it turns out, was a boy about her own age. Shocked now, she watched the healthier women try and aid the boy. She watched as the two's movements slowed and some words were exchanged. Mira could not hear anything they were saying, they were speaking so softly.
Then, the boy died in Annick's arms. Fleetingly Mira thought, "Is that what I would look like when I die?" She flinched at Annick's sudden movement and watched her leave with the corpse. She looked to Charlotte to see what she was doing only to find her staring. Mira looked back into her eyes, wondering what the older woman had on her mind.
Once again, things began happening quickly. Mira was not sure if she was just being too slow on the up take or if the others were just moving that quickly. She had no choose but to obey Charlotte's words as she left. 'So, they're just going to leave me.' she thought to herself. 'I would be too much of a hassle. Who was that boy, anyways? There has to be a vil-'
Mira squeaked as she was tucked tightly into the blankets she had surrounding her. She stared wide-eyed at Charlotte. Once again, she had no choose but to obey the young woman's words. So put your faith in more than steel
Don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust
Where thieves break in and steal
Pull the fangs from out your heel
We live in but a shadow of the real
Step out from time, see the dust of nations
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 1:29 pm
Serenice was walking quickly towards the outskirts of the city.
She was whispering, aware that the elf would not have any problem hearing or keeping up.
"I think they have found her." her voice was cold and sharp as she spoke.
"It is but a question of hours before they discover the location."
The two women arrived at a deserted alley where a horse was ready.
"Sam." the vampire turned towards the elf with true worry on her face.
"I need you to protect her. You are a master of illusion. If I go, I would put her in danger. I will take care of Falconer."
The tall woman did not like the idea of not going when she knew that the Princess was in danger. She had heard a messenger speaking to a captain. The village of Le-Puy was mentioned several times and the little house was far too close to Le-Puy for Serenice to be calm. How did they find out? She did not know. But the fact was there that the Princess was in true danger.
The vampire revealed the location of the Princess to the elf, explaining how by using the main road but then a shortcut which would bring her on the northbound road to the village, she might make it to the place before the troupes.
"I hope she would have left by then and that luck will bring your path to cross." Serenice had been thinking of the potential ways Lilith and Pomme would go on their journey. Staying too long at Le-Puy was dangerous from the start and she was hoping that the women would try to move. But to where? She did not know. The only think she could rely on was her bound to the Princess. Since infancy she had been by her side and today her instinct was telling her that the north road was the one to choose.
Serenice looked at the elf. She had spoken without letting her the time or opportunity to say anything and she knew just hoped that Sam would accept the mission.
Pomme was ready very quickly. She was sealing her emotions towards the recent event.
She met quickly the Princess at the back door. The short red hair woman was hesitating then she turned to Lilith. She had to admit that she was surprised by the way the Princess was so casually carrying the young woman.
"Charlotte..." she whispered. "Not that way..."
Pomme opened a little door which seemed to lead to a closet, but there was actually a little opening in the floor.
"Peter is...was a smart boy. He came from the back door." she said pointing at the blood visible on the floor from there to the kitchen.
"We need to use that passage. Mira, you will have to walk, then there will be horses."
Pomme was not sure that Mira was in any shape to walk but the passage was too tiny even for someone as small as Pomme to carry someone as small as Mira. But there was no way they could leave Mira behind. Was it because she could describe them or because she was still shaken by Peter's death? In any case, the girl was coming with them...for now.
Pomme has already in hand a torch to have some light in the tunnel.
"Mira, your hand. Charlotte take her other hand. Stay close...and silent." Pomme was speaking in a whisper as she stepped in the opening, right arm with the fire forward and left hand extended behind for Mira to take it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 4:44 pm
 Samhailien Daveana D'Aunchan Sig-Ur Destiny where do I find you?
Destiny where can I look for you?
Destiny where are you hiding?
Why are you hiding from me?
Destiny what do you have for me? Samhailien followed Serenice, silently listening to the vampire's small speech. When she finally stopped and looked at her, Samhailien nodded silently. In her head Serenice heard these words as Samhailien began to change. 'I will protect her with my life.' The first thing to change was her staff. She turned a small portion of it and it shrank so that she could fit it in a pocket. Then, her skin started to ripple, feathers started forming on her skin. Her back hunched as her feet changed to claws and her back sprouted wings. Her hands and arms seemed to fold into her chest, her size shrinking to about three, three and a half feet high. The feathers finished forming and in her place stood a white bird-like elf, her face still resembling that of an elf, though her eyes had the enhanced quality of an owls, made to see in low-light, but also like that of a cat's able to filter light and see in bright areas.
She nodded her avian head at Serenice before taking to the skies. As she got higher in the sky, she formed an illusion, making herself look like an eagle. Manipulating wind patterns, she glided high, moving swiftly. 'Find him quickly, Serenice. This land will not survive without him AND the princess both.'
Destiny what are my options?
Destiny which door is open for me?
Destiny do you have anything for me that I might want?
Destiny can I get any satisfaction from you?
Destiny are you my friend?
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 5:05 am
Lilith Ishtar Daciana Valdis Gwenevere Ovet Do you know what your fate is?
And are you trying to shake it?
You're doing your best and
Your best look
You're praying that you make it
Pomme didn't take long to return. When she did she steered Lilith in the right way, away from the door and over to what at first looked like a closet up until she opened a door that had been hidden in the floor. Lilith could tell just by looking at it that she wouldn't be able to carry Mira down with her. 'I doubt she will be strong enough to carry herself far,' Lilith thought to herself as she eyed the darkness. 'Either way we're going to need to move fast. Mira reeks of blood and the smoke from that torch is potent. They'll pick up on our trail quickly if they are using the correct spells or animals.'
Lilith gently set Mira back onto her feet, one arm wound around the younger girl's waist to help hold her up. "Don't move your arm too much." Lilith ordered just before Pomme requested Mira's hand and told Lilith to take the other. Lilith nodded before she removed the blanket that she had wrapped around Mira and threw it over her own shoulder. "I will wrap you back up once we reach the horses," she promised before she took a hold of Mira's hand and followed her down the stairs. "Lean on me for support." She added before pausing to reach up and close the door. It shut surprisingly quietly, most likely because it had been designed for instant escape.
Once they were sealed inside Lilith continued walking, following Pomme's lead and carefully holding onto Mira. The shadows seemed to press down on her and if she hadn't known any better she could've sworn that there was a certain heaviness to it. It must have been the thick amount of the dust in the air. It reminded her of her visions from earlier and the wolf-like creature that had been the focus of one of them. Or maybe they were hallucinations... she wasn't sure which one she would prefer.
'Aah... I have too many things to hope for.' She thought bitterly to herself. 'My people to be safe, not to die... for my brother to be safe... Samhailien took care of him, I know. I just hope that she decided to move him out of the country completely.' She knew that that would be too much to ask for. She had learned long ago that placing trust in something as fickle as fate was an ill idea. 'He is young enough to grow up and forget everything. Perhaps everything will become nothing more than a distant dream to him... ha, my 'death' was the perfect opportunity to finally smuggle him out of this hell.' On the flip side if the war managed to end quickly, which she doubted, there was the possibility that if she tried to look for him that she would never find him again. But maybe that was for the better... she and her family had never had the best track record for living safe, happy lives. 'But that is far too much to ask for... I doubt I will know his state until the distant future.'Whenever the end is
Do you think you can see it?
Well, until you get there
Go on, go ahead and scream it
Just say it
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 6:29 am
Isiah never tired of that silly little vampire and her silly little games. He chuckled quietly at her overexcited attempt to ambush him and paused so that she could catch up and climb on him properly. While she was undeniably stealthy, she had lost the advantage of surprise over the years. In most cases it would be safe to say that if she was out of sight, she was likely preparing to jump on his or someone else’s back. It was annoying at times, adorable at others. He was happy to have the company, regardless of the fact that it needed to be carried.
“A war is on, Manix,” Izzy said, offering a hand to his fallen friend. “What kind of medic abandons potential patients?”
There was more to his decision than that, of course, but she did not need to know that. In fact, he wished he possessed that same ignorance. Every decision he made was guided by two separate wills, always in conflict. He went in search of the war because he wanted to help those in pain. He went because no one would notice a few more dead men. Manix came because she followed him. She trusted him. And though his hand might twitch or his tongue might lick involuntarily at his lips when her back was turned, Izzy kept strict control. No harm would be done to her. Not by anyone.
He shook his head slightly as if it might help clear away those thoughts. Any time he had a spare moment just to think, that was what they turned to. “Besides, Erion is the place I was born. The lands bring about some… nostalgia,” he added, taking a quick look around. The area wasn’t even the slightest bit familiar. Then again, he’d not expected it to be. His departure from Erion was little more than a haze in his memory. Isiah had blurred out the experience intentionally. It was easier to get by that way.
Realizing that they had now been stalled for whole minutes, he put on his most charming smile and said, “Who knows what kind of trouble we could get in to?”
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 11:55 am
The towers that shoulder your pride
The words you've written in stone
Sand will cover them, sand will cover you
The streets that suffer your name
Your very flesh and your bones
Sand will cover them, sand will cover you ((I apologize. I'm trying, just need to try harder.))
Mira stared curiously at the world around her. The motion of Charlotte carrying her made the world spine out of control. Images flashed by her eyes too fast to tell what they were along with the scenery. Mira had no idea where they were heading to within the house nor did she know if they were even outside. She doubted she could tell either way.
When Charlotte paused in moving, it brought joy to Mira's mind. The world did not spin as much with such ferocity. She got some of her bearings back when she was set down to tell that they were in a closet with a hole in the middle of it.Then, Mira was freezing as Charlotte removed the blanket and led her down the stairs in the hole.
They knew what they were doing. Destiny did not. So, she did what they told her and tried to stay on her own two feet as they moved along the tiny space. Soon, she was covered in sweat from the exertion and yet she was freezing still. She could only hope that there was an end to what she soon depicted to be the hell tunnel. So put your faith in more than steel
Don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust
Where thieves break in and steal
Pull the fangs from out your heel
We live in but a shadow of the real
Step out from time, see the dust of nations
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 7:04 pm
Pomme was leading the way. She knew that the walk was tiring especially for Mira, yet she had to maintain the speed. They had to be as fast as possible. They had to put distance between the house and themselves. Once again she wished Serenice was the one there. Once again she prayed that the vampire was still alive.
Time seemed to have to control over this dark and tiny hole. Seconds, minutes, hours? They walked in silence. Once in a while Pomme would stop and listen. Only silence and the heavy breathing of Mira could be heard. Pomme had noticed the sweating on the child's body. That could not be good.
At last, a faint light appeared and the woman slowed down with each step. Both because she did not know what was awaiting and because they needed their eyes to get used to the light. Pomme extinguished the torche and let go of Lilith's hand. Invisible but present her knives were at the ready. She motioned the girls to stay silent and to sit while she headed for the opening.
She looked back and forth, right and left. Nothing. She grabbed a stone and threw it away. It rolled and stopped. Nothing. She listened. She could hear birds here and there. It was peaceful but not silent which was good.
From the hole she could guess the silhouette of the two horses that were waiting for them. The day had darkened. A storm was coming. The rain was not good but she welcomed the darkness. It was merely the middle of the afternoon and yet it looked like if it were the end of the day.
She made a hand motion to Lilith and Mira. 'Let's go' they could read on her lips. As silent as they could they reached the horses. A grey and a brown one. Good animals but nothing fancy in their saddles or hair.
"Charlotte, take the grey. I will ride the brown with Mira in front of me." In an easy jump, she was on the horse and extended her hand towards the young one who seemed ready to collapse.
"I am sorry Mira, but we had to rush. Now you'll be able to sleep on the horse." She was speaking in a whisper.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 10:03 pm
The towers that shoulder your pride
The words you've written in stone
Sand will cover them, sand will cover you
The streets that suffer your name
Your very flesh and your bones
Sand will cover them, sand will cover you The light was bright even after the attempt to ease it. Mira was close to exhaustion and beyond freezing at this point. It was all she could do to move one foot in front of the other. Her weeks of wondering the forests were nothing compared to this. Her few minutes of rest on the couch becoming her body's sin.
They stopped and started again, the exact passage of time escaping the girl's mind. What day was it even? Did it really matter?They slowed once again and Charlotte- No...Pomme? Someone spoke, though Mira could not get the words. Warily curious, she glanced up and around. Around her, with her weakened vision she saw a familiar face. Charlotte? The young woman that Mira kept seeing before? Already, she could tell, her wound was messing with her mind, slowing her to snail speed. Attempting to remember something, she stared at Charlotte and her gift enveloped her.
Blood, swords, horses, fog, light, fire, snow, mountains, and more flashed before the young girl's eyes so suddenly that it terrified her. Her mind became more muddled to where she could barely think beyond the most basic of life. She took a deep breath. Understanding for one brief second that actually staying with this young woman would place her in more danger then she could even be in on her own. Happy, even in her current physical state, Mira felt that if Charlotte asked her to fight and die for her then and there, she would. Also knowing she would not be much of a fight, but she would at least try. So, contented the girl was with her handler, she let the darkness overwhelm her. So put your faith in more than steel
Don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust
Where thieves break in and steal
Pull the fangs from out your heel
We live in but a shadow of the real
Step out from time, see the dust of nations
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