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| Topic Started: Jan 24 2010, 06:37 PM (74 Views) | |
| Zeria McKenzie | Jan 24 2010, 06:37 PM Post #1 |
We'll fly and we'll fall and we'll burn.
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Where was she? She was ... she was ... lost. The fear began to creep up on her, her clutching the hilt of a scimitar. Mercury eyes scanned the mucky earth, her gaze obscured by the rain. Something brushed against her, and she lashed out with the blade. Red, black, gold flashed before her eyes. And then it was gone. Her breath shaky; heavy in the storm, she slowly withdrew the blade, turning to make a hasty retreat. More motion, she shivered in the pouring rain. Sweeping wet locks from her vision she made as if to bring the blade round again. But something bade her to stay her hand. "Xa-xandarik. Are you there?" |
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| Ashling | Feb 8 2010, 04:11 AM Post #2 |
Close your eyes and dream.
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The rain poured, the cold seeping through his clothing to dampen scarred flesh. The mage looked up at the sky, eyes turning yellow as he peered through the the darkness the massive clouds produced. Looking in either direction provided no use. The storm would be lingering for a long while. From the south it came and appeared that it would only get worse, thunder booming in the distance. He frowned, not wanting to get caught up in such a mess out here in the wildnerness. The yellow shifted back to green as he brought his orbs down to look around at his surroundings, searching for cover. Through the heavy rain, however, he caught a figure. Lithe and small, it was hardly that of an orc or other dangerous beast of these lands. Upon closer inspection he saw her figure and long locks. What sort of idiot is she...all the way out here? Ashling, sighing as he knew what his conscious demanded of him, pressed forward through the wind and downpour. As he drew closer he raised both hands, a staff on his right that he kept in her sight. "No, I am not the one you seek," his griddy voice said, trying to speak over the howling. "However, let me help you...This is dangerous," the mage pleaded, stepping up to her so that she could see him clearly. The tall man was covered from head to toe, body protected against the elements and perhaps to conceal something more. "I mean no harm...if you do not trust me then I can leave you be." |
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| Zeria McKenzie | Feb 9 2010, 03:20 PM Post #3 |
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She flinched, the gravely voice startling the already jumpy youth. Silver eyes shooting through the dark, she sought out her companion. But the dire wolf was nowhere to be seen. An encounter with a beast and the pouring rain made them lose each other in the dark. "H-help?" This was an unexpected development. She was more accustomed to avoiding people. Being forced into a life of thievery had that affect. Really she would have chosen to just ... well run away and find her own way out. But the loss of her familiar and the chilling rain quickly changed he mind. After all, the stranger had know way, and didn't need to, know that she sometimes played the part of a thief. |
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| Ashling | Feb 10 2010, 10:51 AM Post #4 |
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Close your eyes and dream.
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The rain didn't die down. It countinued its relentless downpour. It truely made these lands rather gloomy. And being lost and alone...that wouldn't help one's sense of security either. The magus, however, was a much surer person in his capabilities. She agreed to his offer of aid, though she seemed doubtful there wasn't many other obtions available. Ashling nodded and stepped closer and looked off into the darkness. Shade would be hard to find. These lands were rocky and desolate of life...they'd need some sort of overhang or crevice. "Come," he ordered calmly, leading the way through the storm. The ground was unsure beneath their feet, at times crumbling with a threat that the whole of the mountain give to their lightest steps. Ash lead on, unfaltering as his eyes, glowing with a unique power until before them the darkness began to take shape. He hummed, or what sounded like one...his voice was a mangled thing, unable to emit clear sounds. The mage stopped and turned to the lass, hand waving for her to continue. It wasn't much...a small fracture in the earth but it provided some cover against the elements. "You lost someone...or thing...correct? It would be wise to wait here for now...perhaps it shall come to you...or we can begin a search when the skies clear." There was room enough for one so the spellcaster sat down just outside, laying his staff across his lap. The rain he didn't mind, it cooled his flesh...it always felt so hot. "You may call me Ashling...or whatever you like, won't hurt my feelings," he said with a broken chuckle. Edited by Ashling, Feb 10 2010, 10:52 AM.
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| Zeria McKenzie | Feb 10 2010, 02:48 PM Post #5 |
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As the cold rain continued pouring down, she followed the stranger. Sloshing through the murky earth, several times she almost fell. the rest of the journey was spent struggling to dislodge herself from the grasping mud. Zeria had to watch her step, she'd even nearly lost her shoes in the suction of the soil. At last they stopped, and if she had been on her own she would have missed the shelter completely. Ducking inside, she shook the water from her as best she could. Th-thank you." She stuttered through chattering teeth. Leaning her back against the stones, she pulled her hair from her eyes and straightened her clothes. "I'm looking for my ... familiar. He is. Xandarik, he's a dire wolf." Though sheltered from the rain, it wasn't any warmer. That would never happen until she could get out of these wilds and into shelter with fire and hearth. "My name's ... Zeria." |
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