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 Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 3:08 pm
Who: Kinsey, Alex, Varun and Zul
Where: The beach outside Alex's home
When: Late afternoon, nearing dusk
Weather: Cold and breezy, with clouds rolling in
Walls.
Varun drifted in his room, staring blankly at the barriers closing him in. He did not belong in walls. He did not belong in walls. He did not belong in walls.
It had been a few days since he'd wandered home after his run-in with Cordelia. The wild scrabble had taken the edge off, but unlike his first quest for the unknown, this one only soothed frayed nerves for a day. He'd been quiet the day after; Kinsey had watched him, concerned about the scratches down the side of his face. He offered no explanation and no matter what she did, his woman would not pry the truth from him. She'd watched him the second day, and despite the strange urge he felt to leave, Varun had enough strength of will to keep from acting on it.
Today, Kinsey went to work and this was something Varun was very thankful for. He could not stay any longer. He did not belong in these walls. They could not hold him. They could not hold him here!
A sudden fury erupted through the Raevan and he roared, swiping the lamp off his desk and hurling it at the wall. It shattered, but it was not satisfying. Varun tipped his head back and screamed again, wrath blossoming through his veins, hot as fire pouring through him. Picking up remained of the metal piece of furniture, he swung it at the wall, gashing the weak plaster wide open. Nothing. It did nothing. He felt nothing. Screeching again, the Frei whipped around and grabbed the door, dislodging the hinges from the frame as he threw the door against the wall, leaving a large dent.
He did the same to the front door, tearing his way down the hall and down the many flights of steps, ignoring any looks he got on his way out. There was somewhere he needed to go. Somewhere not here. He could hear the ocean, could taste the salty air. It was calling to him. If he answered her, maybe, maybe this would stop. This unbearable pain, this terrible confusion.
The trek was long, far too long, but the Raevan had made it out to the cliffs in one piece, if not slightly harried and irked for being lost one too many times. He paused there, lifting his head to taste the salty air and listen to the birds cry. Suddenly feeling empowered, the Leviathan tilted his head back and let loose a deafening roar, caring not who heard him.
Not too far behind was his guardian, watching him silently. She'd been aware he was sneaking out, but where was he going? Kinsey wasn't willing to punish him, not yet. Not until he did something horrible. But, where was he leading them? Alex's house? Was he out visiting his friends?
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 4:41 pm
The demon heard.
He'd fallen into a sort of reverie ever since the fight scene at Aphismet's house. His woman had put him back in the tub of ice and his mind had simply gone blank, his eyes far away and unseeing. Zul could hear them speak around him, sometimes, in various parts of the house, but he was hearing other things, too. Softer voices. Sounds of whispers like a breeze, and some further, like the crashing ocean. During one part of his unfocused daze, he'd seen a man by his woman that was no one he'd ever seen before. He didn't think anything of it as he fell back into the comforting dark nothing of his mind.
He would have been content to stay like that until the nothing consumed him, but he heard the roar. It was an angry, challenging cry that reverberated off the cliff side - or at least, in the confines of his head. The rage enticed him, and slowly, oh so slowly, the demon pulled himself through the dark miasma of his thoughts until he could open his eyes.
The ice was mostly gone and drained, the tip of his ribbon lazily curled over the side of the tub. He felt himself lose focus again, his vision blurred--
--and he was suddenly on the cliff side outside the house. Zul turned around rapidly, looking down at himself and then back to the house. How did he get out here? He tried to remember moving, but there was something like a chunk of his memory suddenly missing, spotted with a hazy image of his reflection in a mirror and eyes that weren't his own staring back at him. What did it matter? He was out now. He'd find the source of the roar.
Zul floated along the rocky face towards the beach, his posture high and rather fluid for how ill he was. The heat rolled off his body but he could feel the power within him now, a satisfying curl of something warm and rough beneath his skin. Automatically, he made his way down to the beach between the rocks, pausing at the mouth of the entryway to stare balefully at the rocky surface that the waves now lapped over; a residual of his magic gone awry.
Why was he here...?
The roar...
His colorless eyes closed before looking behind himself, wondering if he should go find it, or let it find him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 3:22 pm
He had never been here before. Why did it feel so familiar? He had to know. He had heard this beach for days on end it seemed, crying continuously for him. Substitutes had not quenched the burning lust for this sound, this smell, this taste. This was right. This was his. Shifting, Varun rocked back and eyed the cliffs, picking out the best path down the rocky face before descending the face of the rocks.
Immediately, he was drawn to the rocks and the waves crashing down upon them. The Leviathan could not stay still, twisting and sliding through the rocks as salty waves sprayed up against the pale creature. He did not seem to notice the way his hair had started to cling to his face or his modified was completely soaked. Only when it snagged on a rock jutting out of the sand did Varun even remember it was there. Disgusted by this barrier preventing him from truly feeling the ocean, he rumbled, a sound much deeper than he'd ever produced before, and pulled, shredding the clothing and breaking free from its horrible prison. Nothing could hold him. Nothing.
Brushing himself against a rock, Varun began to sink lower into the waves, closing his eyes as the frigid water splashed against him. Nothing seemed to penetrate the fever, but the ocean did something for his nerves, his thoughts, his...this was his. The thought rolled through the Frei's foggy brain like thunder. This was his. All of this, everything before his eyes, his, his, his. All his. He whipped his head back and his voice exploded through him, whole body vibrating as he howled to the sky. It was all his his his!
He continued to process his mantra, twining himself against rocks when he noticed a low, rolling heat. It was not that uncomfortable, from this distance, but it was strange. It did not belong here. It was not the ocean's, it was coming from-
"Zul..."
Varun froze on the spot, snapping out yellow wings and yellow fins, a stark contrast to the paleness of his bare skin as he observed the other Raevan from far away. Why was he here...?
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 7:38 pm
"Varun."
The demon floated some distance away yet, his ribbon touching the edge of the scar that his power had left in the earth. Zul knew better than to approach, noting the warning flashes of brightly colored fins, and thus he stayed back and simply observed. His eyes were devoid of nearly all color, a dull grey smoke around his pupils the only sign that there was any to begin with at all, his gaze unblinking. He mostly felt apathetic, but the curiosity of the Leviathan's presence was enough to keep him anchored in place.
Zul spread his wings behind himself to stretch before nestling them against his back, arms crossing over his chest. He felt so weak inside, even as his power circled him, creating little eddies in the water that strayed too close to him. "You look...well," he commented the serpentine Frei. "Why are you here?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 7:59 am
Varun considered Zul for a moment further, wings flicking which each passing thought. The older Raevan did not approach, something the leviathan appreciated immensely, and his fins began to relax, slowly settling back against his body. "Well?" The Frei shrugged. He had no words for what he was, other than Varun. Everything had gotten so confusing these days, all he could be certain of was that he did not belong in a box. He did not belong in walls.
So he said as much.
"They keep me in walls, cages. I do not belong there. I belong here. I know this." He was not sure how, or why, but he did know this was fact. Varun was positive he belonged here. His certainty, however, was distracted. He could feel the heat rolling off Zul where he floated. Not only did the leviathan find the heat particularly uncomfortable, it was unnerving, like a display of power. And for the first time, the sea monster had absolutely no desire to try and top it. He already matched it. He knew this, Zul knew this, there was no need for conflict.
He dipped his head, one of the most submissive acts Varun ever allowed himself, and folded his wings by his sides completely, accepting Zul as a true equal.
"You are called here as well?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 8:11 pm
The irony of Varun's thoughts was great, and Zul would have found some humor in it, had he known; powerful as they both may be, the demon was not inclined to fight. He knew he was special. He knew he was strong. He didn't need to prove it to every being that questioned him; their doubt was their loss, as far as he was concerned.
Unknowing of the Leviathan's thoughts and as ill as he was, the short-haired Frei was content to listen. To watch. Eyes of hues simply rested upon the proud male, inclining his head with a vague sense of understanding. Zul, too, had been confined since the incident that had marred the beach, but unlike Varun, he didn't feel a need to escape. He understood on some level that it was what was best for him, but even that was slipping into nothing. The why of anything that was happening was beginning to become obsolete.
The demon tried to keep his wits about him, a small smile tugging his lips upwards. "The sun does not belong within walls," he agreed, remembering how he had once compared Varun to a sunset. Zul didn't rightly understand the dip of the other's head; he would not come closer, even if bid. The ocean and he were of no friendly matter. At the question posed, the smile grew, but it was tired and almost dark upon his features. "I live here," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice and expression. If it was special to Varun, then who was he to counter that?
A long, tan finger lifted and pointed to the cliff side. "There," he clarified. "I am here every day. I like it here." And he did. Even if he and the ocean weren't best friends, it didn't make him admire it any less, nor be any less in awe of it's tremendous presence. Was that why Varun was here?
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 5:22 am
The sun does not belong within walls...
The edges of Varun's lips turned upwards; Zul understood. He understood everything. The other Frei understood what the leviathan truly was and he understood the crime being commit, keeping the younger Frei locked away from the world. He rumbled softly, voicing his new found respected for the demonic Raevan. Words were superfluous to the redhead for the first time, while usually they were all Varun cared for, there was very obviously a silent conversation going on between the two of them, and he appreciated it greatly.
"It is a good place," Varun confirmed, nodding as he glanced up, following Zul's reference. "The sea is the best place. It calls for me. I live in the city. It is a prison of smog and manmade walls. Things that should not be, but are." The leviathan sighed softly and shrugged, glancing back out towards the sea. While he had felt so strongly that he must be here, now that he was here, he was not sure what was wanted. The cry had diminished, someone, as though the craving had been sated, and yet, and yet Varun still felt empty.
"It calls for me and I do not know what it wants, but I cannot stay for long..."
If he did not beat Kinsey home, this would be his last adventure, he was positive.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 10:12 pm
Zul was quietly pacified by the Leviathan's reaction. The smile that curved the brightly colored Frei's lips was not one the demon had ever seen before, and somewhere, in the din of white static in his mind, he was humbled that he got to see it at all. He inclined his head, though the motion set off that static into a loud, angry buzzing in his mind that made him feel momentarily like the sand beneath him had shifted away to let him fall. Grey eyes lost focus for a moment, his pupils swallowed into nothing before Varun's voice brought him back to himself. The present crash of the waves and the caw of gulls overhead was suddenly very loud.
Rubbing his long ears, he only caught the tail-end of what was being said, but he thought he understood. In fact, it seemed the water-inclined Frei was speaking quite clearly! Zul blinked at Varun a few times before his own lips curved into a ghost of the smile that the Leviathan had worn. "You speak so nicely," he commented, his voice thoughtful and a little distant despite the crass heat that remained, "so..." His eyes closed for a moment until he found the word, opening again, "...eloquent."
The demon turned, his gaze following the sandy reach between the cliffs and up beyond where he could see. He was quiet for a moment longer before again looking to Varun. "I can't stay long either," he agreed, his faint smile indicating that it was obvious why, "but maybe..." Zul was still careful not to trod on the other's fins, picking his words mindfully. "Maybe when the call isn't so loud," he glossed over the virus in a more appeasing manner, or so he thought, "you and Kinsey can visit. As often as you want. My woman, she likes yours."
And maybe, when he could see straight again and the world wasn't looping with dark shadows that wanted to wrap his eyes, he could make another friend...
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 6:30 am
"Yes. I will bring her." Varun nodded, fins twinging as he tipped his head and glanced back to the sea. The Raevan still had that empty feeling. The call to the ocean was gone, far gone, whether it was because Zul distracted him or it was sated for now, the redhead would never know. He sighed softly, inhaling the salty breath of the sea before turning his attention to the demonic Raevan.
"I will do that. But..." Varun faltered, sea green eyes hazy as he seemed to get lost in his own thoughts. The sea monster finally found himself, and with a good shake, finished his statement. "I need to go before she catches me. I cannot be caught."
Assuming Zul understood the gravity of what the leviathan was trying to explain, he nodded and began to float away from the waves. If he was caught, there would never be another escape, and Varun was positive that if he were trapped in those walls again, he would tear them all down, or die in the process. He could not allow himself to be held like that. "I see you again, Zul of the Cliffs."
Varun skirted by the powerful Raevan and made his departure in silence.
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