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 Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 9:51 pm
Nalira pulled up her jeans, reaching forward anxiously.
"Oh, I suppose you want this," The Man grunted, throwing the bag to the ground. Nalira scrambled forward, suprisingly frantic, then turned her head upwards. "Same time next week, sweetie pie? I must say, you're the best piece of a** I've had in long time – "
"You know," Nalira began, holding up a finger to kindly request silence, "society is something I've learnt to not bother with these days. You know why? Because your kind populate it, and it's people like you that have turned this world into the shithole it is today. You got your ********, now leave me the ******** alone." She spat, turning on her heel, only stopping to grab her coat.
***
Nalira wandered aimlessly down the sidewalk, realizing several things very quickly.
I. She couldn't look anyone in the eyes.
II. She shied away from everyone's touch.
III. Everything was fake. Fake smiles, fake laughs, fake excuses.
Nalira's whole life seemed to be built on bullshit and slathered in lies. Cutting off her thoughts, Nalira noticed that the sidewalk was suddenly crowded. A significantly taller man even shouldered past the teen, causing her to stumble forward. Thank you, Nalira thought bitterly, jackass.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 7:50 pm
Lance roared in indignation as he swung his sword around, hacking his hulking enemy in two at the midsection. He then twirled his blade dextrously in the air, swinging around and lunging towards a second enemy. It's 'head' was rent from it's body, falling to the ground with a thud. Lance glanced back, spotting a third enemy in his line of vision, before doing a dramatic flip back, landing behind the enemy, and driving his sword forward, and through the 'chest' of the brute. He grunted, drawing the blade back, before pushing the thing forward with his foot, watching as it landed upon the earth with a heavy 'thud'.
"Lance! I have an errand I need you to run!" Dragonfly called from within the house.
Lance pursed his lips, his thoughts broken as he lifted his gaze from the firewood he had been practicing on, and towards the house.
"Alright mum," he murmered, lifting a hand and running his fingers through his hair. He sighed a little, before sheathing his sword at his side, and heading inside.
After showering, and pulling on a loose fitting pair of pants and a muscle shirt, Lance was given a list of things to pick up, and without another word, he had headed out the door. On his way out, he grabbed his sword, and the belt he used to clip it to, before setting out.
He walked at a brisk pace, his sword tapping at his side as he made his way down the street. Lance wasn't particularily paying attention to much of anything in particular. He was focusing on a meditative state of breathing, and the pace of his steps, and vaguley watching for a grocery store where he could purchase the items Dragonfly had listed, but little else.
And then he walked into her.
His shoulder connected with hers, and he was knocked back a step. He gasped from the contact, before spinning.
"I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, moving to help her up, if he had knocked her down.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 7:20 am
Fade back on the crumpled form of Nalira, writhing in pain. She curled herself inwards, clutching her shoulder in vain. Damn, that hurt. She propped herself up onto her elbows, squeezing her eyes shut to will away the inital buzz of being knocked over. After regaining herself, she slowly opened her eyes, squinting up at the figure looming over her.
Intimidating, much?
She groaned, raising a hand to the back of her head, massaging it painfully. She quickly pocketed her stash, shifting into a semi-comfortable posistion, staring up at the hazy figure infront of her. She unwilling allowed herself to be helped into an upright posistion, brushing herself off hastily.
"Nice to meet you, too." She mumbled, rubbing a hand up and down her shoulder. She sighed, sliding her free hand down to her pocket, fingering the bag of powder anxiously; it was still there. Sighing with relief, she threw her head back in frustration. She needed a hit. No, she wanted a hit. She wasn't addicted, she just liked shooting up. She didn't need to shoot up.
She looked up at Lance, frowning as he slid in and out of focus. Was he suppose to do that? Probably not. She shuffled backwards awkwardly, shifting her gaze to her shoes. They were nice shoes, afterall. She scratched at her arm nervously, wincing. After a few moments of silence, she frowned and let out a exasperated sigh, brushing past him quickly. No need to stay, right? He'd already apologized, no need to get caught up in idle chat.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 9:31 pm
The quivering form before him shrunk away from his touch when he moved to help her up. Panic rose in his chest as he realized he'd actually knocked her right off of her feet.
"I'm so very sorry," he repeated, biting his lower lip and blushing in embarassment, "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. So sorry.."
His gaze darted up and down her form, examining, and scrutinizing her in one swift glance. Inwardly, he cringed at her overall appearance. She didn't seem none to healthy. He could see that she had a rather skittish look to her, and she also seemed to be dishevelled. He also noted that she didn't return his gaze.
As she moved to brush past him, he turned and put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Are you all right?" he asked politely, "You seem... A little dishevelled. I'm very sorry for knocking you down,"
He smiled sheepishly at having apologized for the third time, but he wanted the other the to know that he hadn't meant her any harm.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 11:33 pm
Fade back on Nalira, her head thrown back in frustration. She hesitantly turned to face him, shrugging his hand from her shoulder. She stared at him for a moment, fingering the bag of powder in her pocket. Damnit, she didn't need this right now. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she took in a deep breath, flicking a stone from her shoulder idly.
"I'm fine." She mumbled, sneaking a quick glance before returning her attention back to her shoes. "Don't worry about it, accidents happen all the time." She looked over her shoulder, rubbing her hands together for warmth. She ran a hand over her face, glancing over her shoulder hastily.
"Look, in was nice to meet you, but I really should get going.." She muttered, a little too quickly, before a realization hit her. The person in front of her, he was .. green. Not only was he green, he was a dragon. Oh god, now she's delusional. She looked down to her pocket, frowning. Perhaps now wasn't the best time to shoot up, it seemed she was still having after-effects of her last shot.
She slowly returned her attention to the slightly silhouetted form in front of her, her breath faltering. This was not happening. There was not a dragon in front of her. She squeezed her eyes shut, raising her hands to rub at her temples. There is not a dragon in front of you, there is not a dragon in front of you, there is not a dragon in front of you.
"I'm going crazy."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:33 pm
Lance raised an eyebrow as the girl's hand fidgetted from within her pocket, but he disregarded it quickly. Just because her hand was shifting didn't mean much, Lance told himself. His over-observing nature was sometimes more of a burden to him than an advantage.
He bit his lip slightly, wondering if he had actually hurt her; after all, she seemed more than a little... off. He debated apologizing to her again, but he decided that would just sound extrodinarily silly.
"Yes, well. I'd hate to hold you up," Lance murmered, raising a hand to run his fingers through his disarray of green hair, before pulling the ponytail tight once more.
He couldn't help but blink a little as she finally did return his gaze, and he received a very strange look in return.
"Uhm- is there something wrong?" he asked, tilting his head in curiosity, and worry for her well-being, "Would you like to sit down? Or perhaps I should escort you home. You seem a little- green,"
He chuckled at his own pun, before shaking his head.
"Forgive my manners. Making jokes before I've even properly introduced myself..." he shook his head, "My name is Lance,"
He bowed low to her, dropping down onto one knee and sweeping his hand back, his nose almost level with his knee as bowed.
"And might I be privalledged with your name?" he asked as he rose up off of the ground.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:02 pm
Nalira tensed, all the colour draining from her face. There wasn't anything wrong with her. A little disheveled, perhaps, but other then that she was perfectly fine. Yes, that's it, perfectly fine. Now convinced, Nalira rocked on the balls of her feet, thrusting her hand forward, making sure to keep one hand securely wrapped around the small bag in her pocket.
"Nalira." She breathed, waiting for him to shake her hand before pulling back quickly. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead bit back on her tongue, weighing down her words carefully. Why was it so difficult to speak to him? True, she had never spoken to a dragon before, but she'd spoken to shapeshifters and snakes, what made him any different?
"I've never met a dragon before." She mumbled quickly, frowning. "It's just, kind of awkward. Not that you're not a nice person - I'm sure you are, I mean .." She trailed off quickly, coughing into her hand. Gee, good job weighing down your words.
"I'm sorry, that was really, really tactless of me. It's nice to meet you, Lance" Nalira smiled, shuffling forward to present him with a curstey. She rubbed her hands together vigorously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 11:05 pm
Lance took the other's hand, his hand offering a gentle shake, but a firm grip. Her fingers slipped away from his surprisingly quickly, and he inwardly raised an eyebrow, but instead, allowed his hand to fall back, and rest upon the hilt of his sword.
"It is very good to meet you, lady Nalira," he replied, offering her a friendly smile.
He watched as she fidgited, and he immediatly recognized that he would have to be very careful with what he said to her. He didn't want to say something upsetting, as she seemed to be teetering on the verge of... Panic? Fear? Anger? He couldn't place exactly what.
"It's quite alright," he replied, the friendly smile remaining upon his face, "I know of some dragons with very bad reputations,"
He laughed faintly, wafting a hand slightly, as if to show that the awkwardness of her statement was naught but a passing figment; because to Lance, that's what it was. After all, worse had been said to him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:25 am
Nalira eased at his reassurance, and actually found herself laughing with him. What was it about laughter that made it so infectious? However, her grin only lasted a few moments before the all too familiar tension between the two once more arose. She shuffled back, opening her mouth to speak, but instead looked over her shoulder. What she saw caused her heart to falter.
Suddenly, Nalira was on her knees, struggling desperately to breathe. She squinted up at the hazy figure sliding in and out of focus, wincing as the figure's claws slid as easily into her skin as the needles she so desperately ached for. She let out a cry, blinking back tears as she twisted onto her stomach. She let out a few choked sobs, wiping the blood from her split lip hastily. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't see.
She was going to die.
Suddenly, a realization dawned on her. This -- this thing had claws. She curled inwards, clutching her sides to form a loose ball. She squeezed her eyes shut, clutching her stomach in vain as her breath faltered. She slowly shifted her gaze to the figure in front of her, tears sliding unwillingly down her cheeks.
"Please, Finando .." She pleaded, sitting upright and scrambling backwards. She drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging them close. She shook her head, rocking back and forth in terror.
"What do you want? Please, just leave me alone." She whimpered, hastily wiping away stray tears. She seemed to have completely forgotten Lance's presence. What could he do, anyway? She couldn't very well plead a stranger to save her life, now, could she?
Damnit, she was going to die.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:36 pm
One moment Nalira had been laughing along with him, and Lance had felt a smile blossom in his heart; but in the next moment, Nalira was on her knees, squinting behind her- and then-
A startled cry was wrenched from his lips as the creature descended upon Nalira. The smell, and sight of blood invaded his senses- it was almost as if he could taste the coppery tang upon his lips, there was so much so suddenly. He could see nothing, except Nalira's grimacing features. He could think only of the blood. Nalira's blood.
The information burned in his mind, and time seemed to slow down for Lance as he drew his sword from the sheath at his side. He took a step back, crouching as he readied himself for the swing. His eyes focused on Nalira for what seemed like an eternity, before he brought his shoulder back, and with a roar of anger, his weapon lashed out.
Lance would not stand idly by and watch her die. Nalira might have been an almost complete stranger, but Lance was a knight. Through and through, his soul duty was to protect. And so he would protect her. Even if it cost him his own life.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:21 pm
Nalira cowered, her whole body tensing as she watched Lance unsheath his sword. She buried her head into her folded arms, once more blinking back the tears the threatened to spill. She shifted painfully, rubbing at her eyes weakly. Oh god, she needed something to ease the pain. Something, anything. She needed a hit.
She took a few laboured breaths, frowning as black spots formed infront of her eyes. She wiped the blood from her mouth once more before turning onto her side and spitting out a wad of crimson liquid, letting her hacking coughs rock her thin body. The ground started to pull itself from under her feet, and all she could think is this is the end as her body came down to meet the ground.
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Finando moved backwards slowly, snarling. He, too, watched as Lance unsheathed his sword. He slowly retracted his claws as he looked from Lance to Nalira, weighing his options. He could kill Nalira right now at the risk of being killed himself, or he could flee and gather reinforcements.
"Who're you?" He spat, deciding to find out about Nalira's bodygaurd before coming to any decisions. He puffed out his chest, scratching at the ground threateningly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:29 pm
With one hand Lance held his sword out, ready to defend against whatever attack the creature might try upon Nalira again. His other arm reached out, wrapping itself around her waist, and pulling her close to him, using the momentum from her falling form to do so. His arm held her against him protectively, wanting her to know that he was there for her. He was running purely on instinct. Not the instinct to save his own hide, and run, but to stay. To protect her from danger. Because she deserved to live just as much as he did.
"Nalira," he said, his voice commanding, yet soothing all the same, "I will protect you," It was a whisper for only her to hear, "I promise,"
His attention then shifted to the wolf before him, his red eyes narrowing into a menacing glare. He took the creature's hesitation as an opportunity, and he knelt down, placing Nalira gently upon the ground. His fingers brushed gently over her forhead for a moment, before he rose, and faced the attacking wolf once more. He stood over Nalira, placing himself between her, and Finando.
"My name is Lance," he replied, placing his second hand on the hilt of his sword, and crouching slightly, preparing himself for battle.
"And I am a Knight,"
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 9:19 am
It almost seemed as if, for a second, a flicker of fear flashed in his eyes. Snarling, Finando attempted to make himself more threatening by puffing out his chest and hunching his shoulders. He opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated, and instead smiled triumphantly as Nalira slid to the ground, motionless. Well, this made his job a lot easier. He let out a bored sigh as his attention shifted back to Lance, the self proclaimed 'Knight', and slowly lowered his shoulders.
"You? A knight?" He mocked, laughing bitterly under his breath. "Whatever floats your boat, son. Now stop paying make believe and move out of my way." He whispered menacingly, crouching down low to the ground and narrowing his eyes. He watched Lance intensely, growing increasingly irritated with the boy's determination and plain stubbornness.
"Look, sunshine, I said move out of the way." He spat warningly, his eyes flashing. His gaze flickered between Lance and Nalira, his patience growing thin. He scratched at the ground angrily, the fur on his back bristling and standing on end. If worst came to worst, he'd just kill him too.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 12:40 pm
Lance glanced worriedly to the unmoving Nalira, and frowned, before shifting so that both hands were on the hilt of his sword- he was ready.
The other's words washed over him, and the spark of anger lit within Lance, but he quickly extinguished it. Anger led to rash decisions, after all. He had to stay calm to face this new found enemy. He had to keep his cool for the safety of his own life, and Nalira's.
"Playing?" Lance replied, tilting his head to the side a bit to smirk, before it faded and he glared seriously at the attacker, "Who's playing? I'm not,"
Lance couldn't deny that somewhere he was afraid- but he wasn't afraid of Finando, oh no. He was afraid of what the wolf would do to Nalira if he failed.
Therefore, failure was not an option. It was him and Nalira, or the wolf it seemed.
And so Lance stood his ground, keeping his place between Finando, and Nalira.
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