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| Topic Started: Jun 28 2009, 11:55 AM (44 Views) | |
| Yamal | Jun 28 2009, 11:55 AM Post #1 |
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The mysterious keepers of the monolith had vanished yet again, this time in the wake of a magically fueled being. Any who could feel the presence of magic, could feel it emanating from the travelers form; the arcane scent left behind where its earthen feet tread. Now, that arcane scent had arrived in the confines of the monolith, where the magically created beast, no, being, was transfixed on a simple object. That simple object was nothing more than a humble mirror, mounted on the wall. The edges were adorned with ornate designs and works of metal, enough to fascinate any being. But for the creature staring into it now, the metal was not the attraction, rather the reflection in the mirror. Yamal was stooped down to eye level with the mirror. His featureless clay eyes were staring almost vacantly into the mirror, where he had found a far more fascinating sight than even the most striking sunset, his own face. He did not know quite what to think as he looked into the mirror, observing his hulking form. His face was nearly featureless, aside from the basic shape of a human head, eyes and a brow. A clay finger was tracing along his jaw line, feeling the surface of his face as he observed it. At the time the clay golem was wearing simple cloths, just a large tattered cloak, which was once several cloaks. |
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| Mag | Jun 29 2009, 12:52 PM Post #2 |
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Mag wandered about on her own not knowing why she had left her safety behind. She was just curious as to what she would find within the large monolith. It was a curious structure that captured her attention and drew her closer until she found herself inside. It was rather empty and dark, some what frightful and she did wish she had some way of making light but at last she was nothing more then a useless little creature as always unable to make a fire with magic or even after watching others make it hundreds of times before her. Somehow she always managed to fail and starting a flame. Walking about the monolith she listened to the sound of her own echoing footsteps jumping from time to time at phantom sounds caused by whatever creature might linger around her. Gazing up at large walls she let her mind wonder as she pondered what sort of place she would like to live in. Perhaps a large mansion or a tower, a castle or a dwarven kingdom. No she wanted to live in the forest or in the clouds. It seemed strange but there had once been a time when angels did live up in the clouds in a floating city above Avalon but that had crashed many years ago and yet she could remember it even if she had never seen it. Perhaps it was more inherited memory from her father, she had a lot of that. As she wondered about lost in thoughts and memories a strange sound caught her attention. It seemed like heavy foot falls. A chill ran down her back as she stopped dead in her tracks and listened quietly. She felt like a deer panicked by the sound of a predator lurking in the darkness. Her heart raced wildly with fear as he mind was filled with curiosity. The need to find this mysterious heavy thing drove her to move slowly onward towards the sound until it came to a stop. Shakily she pushed on rubbing her palms against her light blue dress. Crystal blue eyes were locked with fear as she brushed a dark curl away from her porcelain face in order to see better. Glaring around the corner she saw it, a large creature covered in tattered fabric looming over a small mirror. It's grotesque face gazed into the mirror as if it were some sort of wonder. Its empty eyes moved about as clay fingers touched its chiseled jaw. Her soft blue eyes widened with fear ass eh let out a startled gasp and clapped her delicate hands over rosy lips. A small screech still managed to escape through her fingers as she stumbled back and fell over hitting her back against the wall, her hands falling to her side as she let out a 'umpf' sound knocking the breath out of her. |
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| Yamal | Jun 30 2009, 03:01 AM Post #3 |
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The screech was very startling for Yamal. Until now in his life he had never heard anything like that and it showed. The clay around his head began to ripple as if he was having trouble holding his form, just from the surprise of that ear splitting sound. The surprise quickly wore off however as Yamal turned to see a girl just to the side of him; falling against the wall. Given his lack of people skills, Yamal was quite confused at the moment. From his experience up until now, most people who saw him upclose quickly fled in fear; despite his attempts to appear friendly. He was afraid, afraid that this girl would be like the many who fled in fear in his wake. In a sense, he was a quite lonely creature, living his existance out alone and on the fringes of society. The large beast of clay began to rise, his true height becoming apparent as he outstretched his legs. He was taller than any he had ever seen, standing at around seven feet. His build almost appeared to be muscular, like that of the fittest humans. Yamal's gentle nature truly did not show, unless one was to observe his eye; however few had taken the time to do such. He stepped forward with loud heavy footfalls. It took him only a few moments to reach Mag, in which the large creature knelt down infront of her. He had one of hi stitanic hands resting against the floor next to her to steady himself. The expression he had in his eyes was nothing short of confusion, in a situation like this, the clay golem was truly lost. |
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| Mag | Jun 30 2009, 08:57 AM Post #4 |
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Mag was awestricken when the creature stood tall, towering over her form still crumpled to the floor as she slid against the wall and fell to her side scrapping her arm against the cold ground. She turned back and looked at the creature as it moved towards her and she found herself laying upon her side with her face hidden in her outstretched arms as she took slow breaths and pretended to be dead. Playing dead seemed to be a natural reaction to her that she could not quite explained. She could feel blood running down the arm that had scraped across the ground but didn't do more other then whimper from the sting. Once the creature crouched down next to her she started to shake in fear sensing it next to her and waiting for the moment it would crush her with its monstrous fist. She was nothing more then a fragile flower within a barren land, standing alone as the only beauty and innocents to be seen in this dark place. So defenseless and frightened she laid there for a moment waiting for some sort of pain to tell her that her life was now to be shortly lived but no such sign came to her. Her red cloak laid about her fragile thin body covering her with its soft fabric, stirring a little as she pulled her face free from the shelter of her arms and looked up to the creature with water eyes. She looked up into the creatures eyes to see confusion hidden deep within the empty pools and it came to confuse her a little. Her body shifted a little as she whimpered still afraid for her life, "Your not going to hurt me are you?" Big innocent blue eyes locked on the creature reflecting the color of the heavens and shimmering like stars in the night. Carefully she sat up trying not to startle it in the event it attacked when afraid. Putting a hand over her lower arm she winced a little and looked down to see red covering the bottom of her porcelain like arm. The scarlet matched the color of her cloak and nearly soaked into the white lace at the end of her elbow length sleeves. Her dark curls fell back over her shoulders and her cloak rippled slightly from her movement and she took on an almost childish appearance, like a Little Red Riding Hood sitting before a monster. Her face remained calm now as her eyes continued to look up at the frightful creature and then back down to her scraped up arm with tears running down her face. She asked not fully thinking about her words, "Are you alright, did I frighten you?" She asked it in her sing song like voice with her soft English accent. She felt a little sorry for the creature before her, if he was not evil then people must still hate him for the way he looks. She didn't think that was fair, especially if he had no friends. It was be so lonely to live the life of a beast. No kind hand to help you, no kind voice to talk to you. She felt rather bad for jumping to conclusions and judging even a monster before she got to know it. |
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| Yamal | Jul 7 2009, 12:51 PM Post #5 |
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Eyes like the earth stared back at her, their surface seeming to be perfectly smooth. Those same eyes were the only source of communication Yamal had, in the form of simplistic expresions. The ability to speak had been locked away from him, starting from the moment he came into being, to the present, and the distant future. The only real response Yamal made to her now was a subtle softening of his expression. In many a sense, Yamal was but a child compared to all the entities of Avalon. He barely understood the world that surrounded him; all he truly knew was his body, the Earth from which he was born, and now his appearence. But like most children, he was extremely curious and even the slightest oddity could draw his presence. Yamal spoke nothing as his curious nature showed itself; his hand moving towards her face. He had noticed her tears and he had never seen such as thing from the small number of beings he had seen. One finger just barely grazed her face, catching one of her tears. |
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| Mag | Jul 7 2009, 01:43 PM Post #6 |
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Mag noticed the creature's expression shift a little as it remained silent and continued to look down at her. It didn't seem evil or like it would hurt her, in fact it seemed gentle and sweet. Almost innocent like she was, almost like a child hidden deep behind a strange form. "You don't talk much do you? Well then I assume I'll just have to talk for the both of us. That's alright, I need no words to understand someone. I know and besides I pretty much understand and talk for animals all the time." The strange golem let on of its large fingers touch her face and catch a tear. She observed him looking over the small droplet of water and with a smile on her face she spoke, "It's called a tear. Water that comes out of your eyes when you are sad, scared, or sometimes when you are really happy. Mostly when you are sad or scared, you scared me but that is alright. It's not hard to frighten me." Standing up she fixed her curls letting them bounce for a moment before resting. Her blue eyes looked at the golem as she offered her hand and continued, "Would you like to be my friend?" Her voice retained a bright sound to it, almost whimsical. Like a beautiful song being sung her English accent added a graceful and smooth tone to it. She moved away from the wall a little and looked towards the creature with curiosity as she continued to speak. She knew she was obviously the only one who could so she was better off keeping the conversation up on her own. "My name is Mag...what's yours?" She looked back to the floor realizing he could not talk so how could he tell her his name. With a clever idea she spoke with excitement, "Can you spell...you can write your name can't you?" Walking back up to the wall she pulled out her piece of charcoal and wrote her name upon the wall before pointing at it. "See, writing, I am sure you can manage that at least." She handed the charcoal to the golem and waited for him to write his own name. If he didn't know how to write then she would try and figure something else out. Mag was horribly clever and good at improvising. All here years of making up stories and adventures had taught her something useful for certain. |
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