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 Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:28 am
There wasn't a sound made. When he moved, it was as though his feet weren't even touching the ground. Soon he was ahead of her, standing about twenty yards from her. His face still concealed within the hood of his long cloak. A feeling of dread and sorrow would overcome Ziven as she walked closer to him, amplifying with each step she would take. He said nothing, just waited. She would see the figure, standing there in the moonlight.
"....." He said nothing, but when he opened his mouth, anything with ears would hear a ringing much. In her head, her thoughts, she would hear a quite voice, a whisper if you will. "...Ziven"
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:27 am
As she walked, she thought it was her worries and doubts getting the best of her at first as she felt the weight of the world pressing down on her. However as she moved, she realized something did not seem quite right about how quickly this settled in. Stopping in her path, she pondered for a moment and a familiar sensation in her ears told her that there was an outside force contributing to this feeling.
Looking up before her, there was a dark figure, standing there. Was this her mind playing tricks? A calm thought, one that was clearly not trying to intrude came her way, and she allowed the thought to touch her mind. Upon hearing her name, she blinked, surprised to hear her name and titled her head with curiosity. "You are familiar with me." she stated simply, softly. As the intentions of this dark figure were unclear, she gave pause to making any assumptions. For now, she would wait and listen.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:39 am
The Figure nodded his head ever so slowly. Once again, the whisper of a voice could be heard throughout her thoughts. "Indeed.. More than once.. our paths half crossed. In this life as well as a previous one. Though our stories haven't meshed as well as they could have.. There is a story involving both of our characters.. a very long one, full of action, drama, loss, hate and love.. though unlike most stories told.. ours did not end well.." He said with a nod. He turned away from her and the voice returned once more. "..Neither did yours and my son's.."
He took a deep breath and began walking away from her slowly. He then stopped, turning back towards her, awaiting to see if she would follow. She could if she chose, or she could leave. The decision was hers. If she did follow, she would have to watch her step though, there were small puddles of blood on the ground, which had already begun to turn blue and glow. The blood would bring pockets of cold, if more were to pile up, it would eventually snow.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:59 am
Sympathy shown on her face as he spoke again, knowing with each word that this was a dear friend. It was not until his last comment that she truly understood who she was speaking with. Closing her eyes, she lowered her head for a moment. This was an apologetic pose, though she would not apologize because she knew whatever transpired was beyond her control. The only hope in her mind was that he remembered that if he ever was in need, she would have and would still help if it was in her ability.
As he began to step away, she did step forward, wanting to beckon him to stop, to know more of what happened. When he turned to look once more, she paused, thinking he would speak again. When he did not, she did speak. Though she did not look down, she knew his blood was on the ground. "Will your wounds heal?" she asked softly, gingerly trying to keep conversation flowing without intruding.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:21 am
When she got closer, she would see that the back of his cloak was stained with blood, fresh and old alike. There was too much blood upon the ground for this to be his only wound. "...no.." Echoed the voice once more. He looked over his shoulder for a moment as he projected his thoughts into hers. ".. I do apologize for communicating to you as such.. though I am permanently unable to speak in any other way.. " The voice was as full of sorrow as his aura was.
He stopped for a moment, opening his mouth. Again this time the pitch could be heard emanating from his mouth. Blood poured out from his mouth, flowing like a water fall to the ground beneath him. It stopped, as well as the pitch, as he closed his mouth. Ziven did not know If he attempted to speak, the pitch and volume in which he spoke would be enough to cause her eardrums to explode, if not kill her. It mattered not any way. A man could not speak human-like words without his tongue.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:48 am
"Worry not, friend. I would expect that you remember I am very familiar with communicating that way." she said softly, sympathy and compassion still showing on her face. When he opened his mouth, she heard and felt the sounds but not for long. A combination of instincts and quick reactions resulted in her protecting herself magically from the sound, in an effort to prevent herself from being injured. Being the half breed that she was, her strength and genetic makeup also helped her to be stronger than most. Sure, she would have a hell of a headache and become deaf for a while following, but she would survive. The shock and the realization of what had happened was a little too much for her to rebound from immediately and respond to him again. Slowly she sank to her knees, holding her hands over her ears, pondering whether or not it would be safe to lower the defenses she had put up to protect herself.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 12:06 pm
He stopped, turning back to her. His head tilted slowly. As she stood there on her knees, he slowly walked over to her. Dropping to his knees just ahead of her. His hand reached out slowly, lifting her chin up. "Worry not ziven. I know full well of the repercussions to trying to speak. Fear not, for I have no reason to harm you. Nor would I, if such a reason would arise."
This close to him, she could make out the details of his face. Trails of blood flowed from the corners of his lips. As disturbing as that must be for her, it was nothing compared to the sight of the blindfold in which covered the two sockets, that at one point housed his eyes. It was as blood soaked as The back of his cloak. Blood flowed from it down his face, adding to the blood that flowed down from his mouth.
"Much has changed.. Even though I have undergone great changes.. I am quite the same as I was prior.." He emitted to her softly. The corner of his lips raised into a small smile. He stood up as he continued to walk, his destination unknown.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 1:33 pm
Sensing his approach, she opened her eyes and lowered her barriers. Feeling his touch, she looked up to him, her expression calm for the moment. When he spoke again, she smiled sweetly. Responding now with her mind too as she was unsure if she could truly speak presently. "I am honored to know this. I wish the best for you now and always." she responded, kind feelings of warmth and joy coming with her words. "If you ever need anything .. or even want .. please let me know, I will do my best to help when able."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 2:09 pm
He almost laughed, but decided against it. Laughing was no different from speaking. Once the sound echoed through his vocal cords it would be transformed to the sound of forbidden one. "Thank you Ziven.." He looked for a place to go, though he was quite unable to find such a destination to sit and relax. Relaxing was a funny thought, quite hard to do without eyes or a tongue. "..This place seems so.. foreign to me now.. I know not a place to go.. I had figured Yawgmoth would have destroyed this place long ago.." He emitted while nodding. "I do not even know how long has passed since I last stepped foot here."
It was true. Where he had been, time flowed differently than every where else. He had spent so long being tortured, he had actually lost the knowledge of time. It was unimportant to him. All he sought was death, though he could not find some one who would dare end his life. No one dared to touch the forbidden one. It was guaranteed death. Not by Ryan, but by the armies of heaven and if they were to fail, God herself would come down from her throne to punish that who defied her word. "I am to forever walk Blind and mute, Immortally bound to life in the worst of ways.. Unable to die.. unable to find some one to take my life.. I returned to see if lord Yawgmoth would dare to take my life. As a favor.. from an old friend.." He nodded again. There was so much pain going through his every fiber of being. His only point in life has become to suffer pain, ridicule and torment. He could only hope Yawgmoth would, though he didn't know. He also didn't know if he wanted yawgmoth to. Unlike all the other times, Ryan would not rise again. The power of resurrection was taken from him with his title.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 3:07 pm
She listened and paused for a moment before nodding and responding. "I have not seen or heard from you in just over fifteen years, friend. Much has changed, things are rather calm, peaceful for the most part. Though now .. My Love will fight with Ali once more. I wish they would not but I know there is no stopping them once they've put their minds to something." As she spoke, the cool sensation of doubt and worry could be felt slightly, though the same joy and peace that could be felt before was still present. "And .. I do not know that he would do this for you .. if you would like, I will inform him of your .. condition. If I am putting the pieces together correctly, there would be great risk to him if he were to accept, yes?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 4:20 pm
"Fifteen years? My my my.." He paced back and forth for a minute contemplating what she had said. He then turned back to her when she asked of his well being. "Well.. Respectively. I do not believe lord yawgmoth fears anything. Though I do not know if he would do such a thing, it is asking quite a lot. Either way, I hope you'd understand the need for me to ask him myself." He emitted to her. It was his request to ask, not hers. If she wished to let him know of Ryan's situation she could. But it would only be right if he asked yawg to kill him himself.
"I do not know how sure I am about letting my self fall for the last time.. Much thought will go into this.. That I'm sure."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 7:52 pm
She smiled a little and nodded her head. "I will pass the word along." she said with a quiet feeling of of presence this time when she responded. "And with that .. I believe it would be a good idea if I left now. There is a cave not too far from here to the east .. I am assuming you do not wish to be around others when resting."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:18 pm
He shook his head. "I care not. If you must leave then go. I'm not too worried about bleeding to death. I am still Immortal.. ish." he emitted with a shrug. "Besides, rest won't help. My wounds will never heal. worry not about me."
He looked to the east. "The Cave will fit my needs for now. I Have no place to stay and do not wish for others to pity me."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:29 pm
She looked to him still with sympathy and care. "No pity from me. Concern for your well being and admiration for your strength." she replied, warm feelings along with her words. Bowing politely, formally saying goodbye, she disappeared in to vapor.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:45 pm
He Nods. "..fairwell ziven.." He sent to her cerebral cortex. He began wandering towards the cave. He was going to try to rest for a while. He hoped at least.
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