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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:29 am
It was down a random street the boy decided to walk as it started to approach the evening hours. His Author will be worried and likely fret a little. Armel was certain the man would scold him for staying out so late but he needed time to think, time to be alone. Things felt suffocating at home now-a-days but it wasn’t how many people were in the house it was rather that he felt suddenly out of element. Like he wasn’t where he should be at the moment. Going off to apprentice under his Master took the edge off of these feelings but rarely did it last long and the feeling faded long after he finished his lessons and wandered home.
Armel glanced at the sky as it darkened, his golden eyes shimmering lightly in the fading light before he finally turned his head toward an alleyway. He had seen something from the corner of his eye, a piece of good metal. Metal he could mayhap use in his next project and so ignoring any possibilities of danger walking into a darkening alleyway could present he wandered forward, his coat fluttering lightly behind him as he moved forward.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:09 pm
Nalira had wandered amidst the dirty, littered streets for what seemed to be hours. She now, however, found herself residing in a side-alley not yet touched by the dimming evening light. They say that there are circumstances in which, whether you're accustomed to your surroundings or not, something can simply stun you. While this is true, this was not one of those moments. Indeed, Nalira had felt the presence of a quick approaching figure long before even he himself had perhaps known it. Her hand disappeared for a moment - just one, hidden inside her long overcoat, before pulling out what seemed to be a long, tarnished dagger. A smile of exceeding faintness playing about her lips as she stood, her stance static and still, as if waiting. She let out a short, homely hum, the stained side-streets filled with the haunting cries of gallivanters, tired and sore from work; her stance lingered momentarily before turning, her blade outstretched.
"Tread carefully, my friend, or tonight shall very well be your last."
More shadow than human, the long afternoon light - fearfully unbecoming to her elegantly poised demeanor - illuminated Nalira's darkened features. Her pale tone, contrasted only by her slightly gaunt and sunken eyes, allowed for the gathering of shadows, making her expression seem discordantly grim. Her cloak shifted slightly with the mid-afternoon air, and Nalira suddenly caught her breath, her expression softening.
"Oh, you're but a child. Forgive me."
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:29 pm
Naturally, he hadn’t been expecting it and so he leapt backward a bit and crouched defensively. He stared at young woman before him, bristling a bit at the threat offered to him. Armel’s lips were set in a disapproving tone, “Coul’ say th’ same about ye.” He scoffed lightly refusing to back away at the threat despite the fact that he had forgotten his weapon at home. A foolish mistake on his part.
He watched her carefully as her reaction toward him changed but it did little to soothe his already edgy nerves. “I am no child!” Armel retorted sitting up a little from the crouch, balancing on the toes of his boot watching the woman distrustfully, not recognizing her for the moment and perhaps he felt too insulted to feel like attempting to recognize her.
No one that knew him very well would dare insult him in such a manner and so it couldn’t possibly be a friend.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:43 pm
"Of course you're not," She replied, speaking with an earnestness that, if at all possible, had the intent to put him at ease, but in all probability succeeded in doing quite the opposite. Leaning forward obeisantly, her body turned towards him, the shadowed sun suddenly showed in full view her features; dark rings fell beneath her eyes, but not unpleasantly so, and in fact formed favourably with her attire. Her face was pale and smooth, unmarked despite a light dusting of freckles across her nose and a scar that travelled over her left eye. Indeed, it would be quite acceptable to say she had a gentle countenance. She returned the dagger to her belt before returning a delightful gaze to the boy before her. She gazed at him, consciously and deliberately, looking at times as if she were hesitating greatly between several things she might say.
"Forgive me if I startled you. To whom, might I inquire, am I speaking to?"
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:51 pm
Grudgingly and gradually he settled down staying put staring at her with distrusting golden eyes. He flicked back some of his bangs as they fell into his gaze as he took in her appearance, something about her was starting to become familiar. It had more to do with that scar than anything else but he couldn’t seem to think of what that could possibly be or why. He stared downward looking thoughtful, barely paying any attention to her as she spoke to him asking for his name.
The question had registered because he had answered, “Armel D’Arcy, you?” he said in a gruff sounding voice as he now looked back up at her again. Something about her and he couldn’t think of the reason behind it but it was just certain features that called the vague memory that seemed to refuse to come into focus.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 6:09 am
Nalira looked to him a little harder than the situation seemed to require.
"A pleasure, monsieur," She offered, readjusting her stance to look past his all but trusting demeanor. The night was settling; the air had staled, bringing with it the gathering of desultory shadows, and the distant cries of gallivanters and children had faded. With this, an impression came sharply -- an impression of gradual departure and steadily approaching caution. A sigh broke through Nalira's tightened lips, bringing her back to the boy before her quite suddenly. Considering her words carefully, she said, with a great sense of foreboding;
"We must depart swiftly. Take my hand and stay close," She instructed. Stepping forward, she grasped his hand in hers before setting off through the oddly uninhabited streets.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 4:30 pm
Armel lightly tugged his hand in the older girl’s grasp until eventually he managed to pull free his hand from her grasp but not before he was pulled along with her urgent movement. Golden eyes stared at her almost distrustfully and uneasily, “Sure, I’ll go wi’ ye if’n ye’ll tell me who you are.” he said with a stubborn set to his chin as he defiantly turned his head upward toward her.
If he had recognized her, if he had known who she was, perhaps he would not behave so badly toward her but for the moment she was a stranger whom had turned a knife upon him not moments before and so his trust was understandably not there or at least shaky at best. He registered nothing to be afraid of in the darkening world around him. While he had not his weapon or any other tool of defense he was still capable of taking care of himself, he felt.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 3:54 am
Nalira stiffened at the sudden retraction of his hand and turned her body towards him. For a moment, just one, there was a familiarity between the pair, a strange soft energy; it drew from her a vague, peculiar sound, not wholly distinct from a grunt. Indeed, the moment was gone before Nalira could fully understand it in its entirety. She regarded Armel quietly, her presently affronted expression softening. Considering the consequences of bestowing him her name, and the consequences of not, she said, with a great sense of calm:
"Nalira," before taking his hand once more. "And now, monsieur, we really must depart."
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 8:18 pm
Armel cocked his head to the side golden eyes widened in surprise. “No, you can’t be...Unless yer another Nalira that I ’aven’t met...” He muttered now stepping forward to wander after her in a dazed fashion. This girl had to be someone different someone unlike the Nalira in his earliest memories.
Needless to say her name got him moving.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 6:55 am
Once entirely convinced that Armel was indeed following, Nalira slowed her pace, just slightly, and removed her hand from his. The distant evening light lingered on a mischief of mice, the patches of gold unbecoming to their tousled fur as they scattered into nooks and open vats. Nalira watched him attentively with an unobtrusive smile, her expression hardening.
"I'm afraid I remember little of my childhood, although I can assure you the name Nalira is desirably uncommon. It is likely that we have crossed paths," she paused, turning a corner suddenly, "and perhaps even more likely that we cross paths once more. However, let us not ponder on what could have been and what will be. No, for now, let us make haste. Quickly now." Nalira glanced briefly at the long rows of houses not yet touched by the dimming evening light, before bowing her head and continuing to travel down the littered side streets.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:50 pm
He followed after the young woman who was named after a child he had known long ago. He still wasn’t convinced as to whether the two were somehow ... One. The Nalira he knew was kind, different, and wouldn’t try to stab him in a dark alley, even if she had amnesia (this is what he told himself).
Needless to say Armel was perplexed and confused. The ram-horned boy shifted his shoulders uneasily before speaking again after she had finished, “Where are we goin’?” The only reason he followed her now was to see where she would lead and to perhaps put an end to this sudden mystery of the vaguely familiar woman who may or may not have been an old friend of his.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 11:35 am
"Somewhere safer," Was all that she said as she made her way through the grim, shadowed streets, her hands hidden within her cloak. As they travelled, their footsteps echoing from the weathered homes of déclassé, but not altogether unpleasant civilians, Nalira glanced periodically over her shoulder. It wasn't that she did not trust Armel, in fact she found his presence to be a breath of warm, fresh air against what was otherwise a very stale breeze -- no, it was everything but the boy that she did not trust. Glancing once more over her shoulder, Nalira asked:
"Why exactly were you wandering these streets alone, Armel?" She was not all together concerned, for he was certainly built with strength and carried himself with an air of quiet confidence, but instead curious; the streets they currently walked were littered with criminals and petty thieves, and quite often worse, and it struck her as odd for Armel to conciously walk into such an environment.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 5:26 am
He raised an eyebrow; until she pulled a knife at him earlier he was feeling quite safe. The fact that she still claimed to be Nalira niggled at his brain a little as he followed willingly for the moment. It was odd, very odd.
When she queried at him again he bristled a little, "I can take care of myself," Armel retorted with a small huff and a crossing of his arms over his chest as he walked at her side and slightly behind her. This definitely couldn't be the Nalira he knew. If she were she wouldn't be asking such silly questions and obviously it was a different Nalira that he was currently talking to.
Hmph.
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