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Post by Anatia on Jul 18, 2005 17:13:44 GMT -5
A heavy spirit drifted groggily about the great expanse of buildings that were left unknown to her. Not completely knowing where she was. She felt her touch of the wall change...into a door? Yes, that was exactly it. Curiousity swept of the blind maiden, as she felt aimlessly for the handle. She soon felt a cold metallic feel reach her fingertips, as she latched her hand around it, and pulled. The door swung open with ease. She quietly stepped inside, alert for any other dwellers of the room. There wasn't any. She continued on, finding herself seeking deeper into the unknown room. She soon felt lost, as she blindly reached out for another wall to follow. Her hand fell upon a leathery matieral instead...what was this? She pushed, and felt the object remain stationary, unmoving to her pressure. She reached down to the the left of the first object, and found another. Each was a few inches think. Now she had an idea of what they might be. She pulled slightly, and felt the mysterious object react this time, it went with her hand, and she pulled it from where it had once been. It was rectangular in shape, and as she dared to open it, (doubting it was a box of some type...) it neither broke nor became two. Instead, it was bound together by pages. Indeed, it was a book! She smiled invisibly, as she flipped through every page until she reached the end. A burst of stale smelling air shot up to her nostrils, but she didn't mind...it was refreshing to her. She hadn't held a book in years...for she can't see the words. She sighed as she ran a slender finger against the spine, inprinted words scaled up it, but she couldn't quite make them out. Ghostly eyes stared stiffly, not even making contact with the hardcover itself. She felt for the books original place, as she carefully pushed it back in. She then proceeded walking down the colum, finding even more readings...then she reached another shelving unit...and another. Why, this was a library! She had never been to one in her life, even when she was able to see. This was a grand moment, yet a slightly saddened one. For so many knowlegable literatures surrounded her, but they were invisible to her. She desired so much just to read once again...but she knew, such wants were impossible to her. For sight was impossible as well.
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-Silene-
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sing me something soft, sad and delicate, or loud and out of key, sing me anything...
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Post by -Silene- on Jul 18, 2005 17:28:00 GMT -5
The calming scent of ink and parchment filled the centaur's nostrils as she quietly strolled down the aisle, her teacup hooves making a steady stacatto on the tiled marble. A wizened lone elf stood huddled over a 5 foot long scroll, which unraveled onto the ground. He looked up through his large owl-like glasses and gasped in suprise at the site of the enormous female centaur.
"M-May I help you?" he squeaked, adjusting his eyepiece to get a better look at her. Her rich brown hair tumbled down her shoulders onto a silky midnight blue cape. Her flat stomach revealed an ember jewel hanging from her belly-button, and her torso narrowed down into her horse-part.
"No," she said silkily. Even though quiet, her voice still comanded a great deal of attention. Thickly accented and slivery, the words coming from her mouth sounded like a song.
She paraded past the near-sighted elf, who was unsure of wether or not she was allowed in the library. Silene glanced up at the cavernous celieng, happy to be in the cool marble building. She was so preoccupied, that she almost trampled a young maiden. The girl was groping her way along the shelves, and Silene tilted her head to get a better look at her. Her eyes widened when she realized the wench was blind. Although not usually kind to humans, Silene's cold gaze softened slightly.
"I'm sorry," she emitted.
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Post by Anatia on Jul 18, 2005 17:51:47 GMT -5
Anatia gasped in suprise as she felt the slightest brush of feeling arise to her skin. She then heard the other speak, quickly jumping off to the far side of the shelving. Long brown hair falling to her shoulders, as she spun around to face the approacher. Her aura was enourmous, as it burned with power...she was strong. It also sempt somewhat different. Anatia's haunting gaze seemed to see right through the great one. She stiffened slightly, as she hung her head back down, embarressed by her blank stare. "It- It's fine." She replied, somewhat shaken words flowing from her lips. She hadn't expected to find one such as her in the library. She reached once again for the shelving, finding it at her touch.
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-Silene-
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sing me something soft, sad and delicate, or loud and out of key, sing me anything...
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Post by -Silene- on Jul 18, 2005 17:55:32 GMT -5
The centaur's face showed no suprise at the reaction the girl gave, she was far too used to being scared out of her wits by a force she could not see. Silene watched the girl's movements, her hind leg c.ocked in boredom.
"Do you come her often?"
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Post by Anatia on Jul 18, 2005 18:18:38 GMT -5
She sighed, her body still showed little relaxing. Her ghostly stare lingered on nothing in particular, as she didn't quite know what she would be looking at. "No. Not really." Was her reply. In truth, it was her first time in years to touch a book...it was her first time in a library. Her hand came from the shelf, as it fell neatly by her side.
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-Silene-
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sing me something soft, sad and delicate, or loud and out of key, sing me anything...
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Post by -Silene- on Jul 19, 2005 15:24:41 GMT -5
Silene swiveled her head around and looked longingly at a book of numerology. She glanced back at the human and smiled in suprise.
"Well then you have been missing everything, child," she said silkily. "Perhaps our paths will cross again."
The centaur studied the girl before her once more. So young, and such tragedy. Much like herself. "You have great things coming for you," she said quietly, more to herself than Anatia.
Silene turned and walked away towards the row of numerology, her hooves making a stacatto melody on the marble tiles.
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Post by Anatia on Jul 19, 2005 15:40:17 GMT -5
Anatia smiled at the dissapearing aura, as she turned back around herself. "Thanks." Those words had meant more to her than how she had replied. She belived in such advice, and truly hoped for such impossibilities to come true. Though, she always felt that nagging doubt deep in her mind. She sighed as she felt her way back down the isle, waiting for her touch to reach the end. She soon found herself in an open area, deciding that it was the large room before the door. She followed, and was in the process of making her way out.
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Post by Loki Volkion on Jul 31, 2005 18:55:38 GMT -5
A ball of light, no bigger than a marble entered the library, preceeding a tall figure. The figure waved his hand and the ball dissappeared, sensing no evil in this place. He crept silently through the shadows. Stopping only to watch a girl shuffle blindly through the library. He debated stepping out and making himself known. A friend wouldn't be so bad. But he knew not who or what she was. He knew not if she would be angry with him. It wouldn't be the first time. With a sigh he convinced himself to step out. Into the light, cringing a little, then realizing his stupidity he straightened to his full six feet five inches. Grey eyes wandered over the vixen's body. He gave a smile as he approached her, making no sound. He stopped a foot from her, wondering why she had yet to turn and face him. He cleared his throat to get her attention, not wanting to touch her. Giving up, he reached out and tapped her shoulder lightly. A wave of power ran through him, as it always did, telling him something about the creature he touched. Blind. She was blind. This is why she did not turn to him, she couldn't see him. All the better, he supposed. He backed up one step, debated speaking. Realizing that she probably would not speak first he gave a sigh.
Greetings, m'lady. I am new in this place, my dubing is Loki. What be yours? ((ooc- I am soo sorry if this post totally sucks. XD I've never rp-ed as a human before, I'll get better as I go on. Promise. lol))
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Post by Anatia on Jul 31, 2005 20:58:02 GMT -5
She heard every movement. Every sound. And the approacher, was comletely obvious. Why she hadn't reacted? Because she was examining him, and listening. If she moved, or focused on anything else for that matter, she'd lose contact with her other senses. They'd become phased. His aura was in fact larger than hers...it was only slightly dimmed, a hazy gray, nearly black, wavering about, yet strong. Unlike most she had seen. There seemed to be such a distinct power within him...but she could not place exactly what it was. She sighed, deciding to come out of her thoughts. Besides, not many knew she had such senses like such. Her eyes gradually opened, revealing the ghostly pigment beneath. Though her gaze seemed to look straight through him, she smiled. It was genuine, and made her look nearly normal. Her brown hair tumbled down her back as she looked up at him, where she expected his face to be, even though she couldn't see his features. Her soft lips opened, as a sweet voice rolled out, falling into his own ears, only audible to him. "I am new as well. My name, Anatia." She finished as she displayed a slight curtsy, her head bowed slightly. Her deep blue dress waved slightly at her pull, then relaxed as she let go, coming back to her normal stance.
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Post by Loki Volkion on Aug 1, 2005 7:00:44 GMT -5
His gaze fixed on her eyes. Pale. White. Lifeless, it seemed. He felt a twinge of sympathy for the girl. An unusual feeling for him, he ahd felt only sympathy for himself for so long. Guilt. He could see, she could not. His mind raced with ideas to help the poor creature. He was not a healer, no. But he was known in other lands for his mastery of Black Magic. Although, normally used to inflict pain and grief, he had used is on more than one occasion to help an innocent being.
Flash...Child. Curly blonde locks. Blue eyes. Delicate. Fragile. Flower. Pale white skin. Cancer. *** Child. Curly blonde wig. Unseeing eyes. Deathly. Cancer took her. Dead, on the bed. He touched her. Cold. His hand on her heart. Life surging through him to her, a new life without sin or pain or sickness. Ten year old, little girl. Died and came back at the hands of a well-known thief. Back... He shook his head and put his hand on the shelf next to him to steady himself. The flashbacks had become many and short between. Almost painfully, he spoke to the mistress before him. In the present.
M'lady, if you need assistance. I can make you see again. All you need do is ask.
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Post by Anatia on Aug 1, 2005 20:27:15 GMT -5
((ooc: I am sorry for not answering your last note, as my mom was kicking me off last night o.o But what was going to type, is as follows... Your post didn't suck! Not at all. And yeah, All you need is a few posts before you get the hang of it. This, as well, is my first human RPG. I still need LOTS o' practice. ^_^))
She felt his stare linger in her eyes. It was an odd sense that most felt. Kind of like when you feel a presence, even though you can not hear nor see them. She then saw how his aura seemed to dive in it's vividness, and she had to strain to keep it still visible to her. She recognized this solely as a dip in emotion. He was experiencing thought, memories, and perhaps they held some certain meaning...pain? Perhaps. Though she wouldn't bother to ask...it was rude. His aura then came back, easier for her to see now. Yet, it still had that sense of thought still laced about it. She then heard him speak, and as he did, her heart raced, as well as her mind. But then it slowed, as her mind fell upon the negativity. She was not born blind, and it was not natural. She was...cursed. Her head fell, as her dead gaze fell upon somewhere near the ground. It was that savage wizard. That horrid monster...he was driven by an insane lust to kill. Somehow, his magics had driven him to that point where he went mad. For normally he was that silent humble man who you never talked to before, but was the strongest the world had known. She felt pity for the man, as well as hate. Even if Loki was to try and rid of her blindness, it wouldn't work...for it was unbreakable. It may be possible for it to work for a moment, but in the process, she could die. A curse bound to one is hard to break, it was intricate, and not easily brought down. For not only had the wizard killed her family and town, it tore at her senses in her eyes. At least thats how it had felt. It dried it of it's once ivy green color, as it ripped the insides out. And then the curse. The moment still fresh in her mind...the words still tearing at her ears...she remembered...
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The sounds of screams were heard in all directions. She could recognize all. And she could smell the stench of blood staining the air. And she could see death. She ran over to her home, finding her family. Her father was dead, lying lifeless next to her brother. Blood still spilling form their mauled corpses. She then saw her mother, lying crippled, hiding in a small corner near their once lush garden. Her limbs were torn. Life for her was hopeless. She ran to her, still seeing her labored breath. Tears spilled from both of their eyes, each nearly identical to anothers. "Mother?" She cried, as she leaned down in front of her, her hand wrapped around her head. Her mothers face was twisted in pain, as she looked forward, her orbs threatening to roll backwards. Into her own fate. Her mothers hand shakily and slowly ran across her stomach, until it reached a small pocket in her blood stained apron. Until she pulled out a darkened jewel. In glimmered slightly, as it was in the shape of a circle, a pendant. She held it there for Anatia to take. Her lips slowly parted, as her eyes fell backwards even more. Blood spilled from her mouth. "Take this...pass it on...it--" She breathed in deeply. "Power." Her body fell limp in Anatia's arms. She was dead. Her eyes had rolled back into her skull, her blood now freely rolling, her body not tense enough to try and contain any of it. And that was where Anatia felt death for the first time. She sat hudlled over her mother, her shoulders heaving rapidly from her loud cries. Pain indeed, though it struck her heart. And it was then, she heard the footsteps of one behind her. Then the maniac laughter. "Young child...seems as though I have killed your mother..." His thin lips curled into a sneering smile. "Oh well." He hissed as he ripped her from the place she had been sitting beside her mother. He held her up to his eyes, his gaze burning into hers. "Such lovely eyes you have..." He spoke his voice thick and demonic. He then threw her, watchig in twisted amusment as she hit ground with a sickening thud, mixed with a crack. Her rib had shattered. She cringed as she curled on the ground, her voice caught in her throat from the agony. She was delicate then. He walked closer, his shadow looming over her own. "It really is just too bad..." She looked up at him, fear plastered to her face and it could be seen in her eyes. And that was the last she saw of life. The red bolt struck her eyes at an instant, to late for her to even know it was coming. She screamed, her cry piercing the air. Her hands cupped her bloody eyes in agony, her mouth wide, as the pain was let out that way. Loud sobs and gasps took form of the pained scream, as she fell to the ground again, lying flat. "No..." Was all she gasped out, her whisper cracked and was hardly audible. "Yes my dear...open your eyes..." He called tauntingly as he grasped her pale tear and blood stained face in his hands, his grasp firm, crushing her. "See the darkness." He screamed into her. He enjoyed her suffering. She was just a meare play-thing for him. "No." Her expression fell. Her voice stoic. The tears stopped. Her eyes were now pigmented with the eerie color, yet blood proceeded to roll from the surface. "NO." Her voice was raised, as she stood up, elevated to her normal height. His grasp released from her face. And then she lost control. What was happening? She didn't know. And all she had remembered was feeling the power of the crystal. How it had somehow seemed as though it was suspended in mid air. For she could not seem to grasp it's contact with her chest. Somthing had happened. Yet the last thing she remembered, was finding herself asleep near some shrubbery, perhaps in a forest. Blinded. Still. And then she had begun no choice to begin to journey...aimlessly...dwelling in the darkness.
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She came from the flood of memories when she remembered Loki was there, still awaiting an answer. She sighed, closing her eyelids, hiding away her lifeless orbs.
"That offer is greatly generous, though you have no reason to waste such on me."
And it was true.
((ooc: That is a sucky post. A kind of long/rushed sucky post >.<
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Post by Loki Volkion on Aug 2, 2005 16:07:41 GMT -5
Loki watched the girl as she seemed to travel from this place to another, though her body stayed with him. He took his hand from the bookcase and set it gently on her shoulder. He waited patiently for her to come back to him, back to the Library. When she spoke he almost jumped in surprise. A waste? No...
It would not be a waste on you. Why should one so beautiful be unable to see her own beauty and the beauty around her? It would be a waste on the peasent down the street, too fat and stupid to move. But not on you.
He had a strange feeling of being watched. He turned and examined the shadows, the light spots. Perhaps it was just his imagination. Perhaps it was not. He could not leave, he felt bound to Anatia somehow. He couldn't identify how or why. Just that he felt as though he had to protect her. That wasn't what he was here for. Why was he here?
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Post by Anatia on Aug 2, 2005 19:57:52 GMT -5
Anatia felt his hand on her shoulder as she had dove into her thoughts. Yet, once again she took no notice to it. Although it was somewhat comforting. She looked back up to him, as he proceeded to speak, even though her gaze was focused a little below his face. Not like she could tell anyway. Then she froze at his words. Had he called her...beautiful? Indeed, he had. But why? A cripple like her could not hold any such beauty. Though, she hadn't seen herself in so long. What did she look like? She placed her hands atop on another, the one on top lightly brushing the other, feeling her soft skin. Somehow, she needed him to understand why she was this way. How it had happened. Why she'd always be blind. Her thoughts just a bit earlier. Her nightmares. But how could she explain? It was so...complex, not to mention, hard for her to talk about. She bit her lip. She had an idea...but didn't quite know if it'd work. But she'd try anyway. She closed her eye lids. Focusing on the particualr thoughts. She felt them take form. She gently reached out, slender fingers making contact with Loki's forehead. She concentrated hard on her fingertips, feeling the familiar sensation grow. And mentally she was showing him the reason she was blind. Beginning with seeing her town destroyed...then her dead family. And she felt it working. It was the first time in a long while to try such ways that her own mother had taught her. It was not magic, it was power of the mind. She let the thoughts run freely, the agony, excruciating pain, hate, misery and so forth, broad and vivid enough to tell apart distinctly. She let him see the curse, just as she had so long ago. When it had gotten to the moment where she found herself waking up near the forest, she slowly drew her hand away from his head. Her phantom eyes reopened, as an eerie flash swept through them. Perhaps she shouldn't of have done that...would he be dissapointed in her? "I-I'm sorry..." She spoke softly, voice lush and quieted.
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Post by Loki Volkion on Aug 3, 2005 6:52:12 GMT -5
He stood quietly, letting his mind race with images he had never seen nor imagined. Confusion swept through him, a clarity followed. This was her life, blind since then. A curse. All of it. He couldn't help her. But he could. There was a way. It wouldn't always work, but it could be used when she needed it the most. He had shut his eyes, watching the story unfold inside his head. He opened them as her hand came away and the story ended. He felt suspended in time. Sorry? No. He took hold of both her shoulders, intending to shake her only a little. Then decided against it.
No, don't be sorry. Don't be. Unless you don't want my help, I still know of a way. I am a master of the black arts. I can give you a light, it won't work continuously but it will work on occasions. When you really need it. I can give you this. [OOC- gah, it's short. oh well.]
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Post by Anatia on Aug 3, 2005 11:18:00 GMT -5
Black arts...so that was why his aura sempt so peculiar. Yet it was odd...Black magic giving her light? Usually it was reversed. But she didn't doubt him. It was that powerful crimson curse that made her this way...could it be broken by the darkness? To give her limited light....it confused her. Her head shifted, making it so her gaze was directed at a bookshelf. She couldn't tell though. A steady sigh fell from her lips, she was wondering. How much did she wish to see, she wanted to see herself, the world, and even Loki himself. Even if it was limited. It was still somthing. The blind maidens gaze was then directed at him once again. A lock of hair fell in front of her shoulders, but she quickly pushed it back. A feeling of hope swept over her...could he really make her see? Her fingers gently traced around her eyes, feeling them, though she couldn't see them. Just to see...would be a miricle...
"How?"
Was all she inquired. She was indeed curious as to his actions...
[ooc--It's fine..sometimes you run out of things to say and you don't know what to write, for my post, is short as well.]
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