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Post by nightrain on Nov 14, 2006 20:07:08 GMT -5
Amethyst irises rolled to the corners of Amaya's eyes as she followed Valyke's masculine form come into her full view. Her head lulled to her feminine shoulder and deep black pupils rested on the masculine hand that sat on her shoulder. Eyes drifted to his feet, her mind calculating the distance from her. A sly smile crossed her crimson lips with satisfaction that Valyke had at least some fear of her.
She brought her face up to his when he spoke, taking in the details and allowing them to sink into her memory. Valyke...Valyke...Valyke, the name becoming a permanent memory in her mind. Reaching up to Valyke, imitating him as she placed her gloved hand upon his left shoulder. A small smile crossed her lips once again, but this one wasn't a sign of fox slyness, but it had a hint of friendliness for once.
"My name is Amaya Tsuzumi."
She replied sweetly with honey covered words.
"But it's all your fault we got off on the wrong foot..."
Honey covered words turned vinegar as the fire maiden's friendliness dissipated like a morning fog. She retracted her hand from his shoulder and went to his hand on her shoulder. With her thumb and index finger, she plucked one of his fingers off her shoulder and acted as if it was diseased as she held it between her two slender appendages. Once his hand was off and away from her shoulder, she dropped it.
"And don't touch me..."
She commented with a slight disgust, but the young woman's attention was quickly averted to another young woman running down the shifting desert sands. She glanced at the girl as she approached and listened as she spoke.
"Madam? Do I look old? Though Valyke was called 'Sir'..."
She continued to listen to the young woman's explanation, thinking for a moment. She wasn't lost, she knew where she was. She was facing north after, or was it south? Amaya curled her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it slightly. The shot of fire didn't sound familiar either.
"I haven't seen any shots of fire, as for being the lost ones, I know perfectly well where I am going."
She commented triumphantly with hands on the curves of her waist. A smug look on the fire maiden's face could fool any one of her lack of knowledge of her directions. Amethyst eyes sat on the unknown visitor that had boldly come up to the arguing couple.
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Post by waitingmina on Dec 26, 2006 22:15:50 GMT -5
Where you go Valyke?
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~..Valyke Makolo..~
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Post by ~..Valyke Makolo..~ on Dec 29, 2006 18:08:20 GMT -5
Valyke watched his distance. He couldn’t believe she had just struck him in about his only weakness. Bitch. What was he to do anyway? It was true that he did have it coming, but there was something about this woman that pissed him off in a flirtatious way. Did that make sense? Valyke shook it off. She could be an excellent ally…not that he needs one or anything. Amber eyes laid themselves on her lips. The smile pissed him off. It was a sly and very cocky grin. As if she had control over him.
I don’t think so little girl. I could take you on anytime.
Valyke’s mind jumped to an idea. His eyes lit up. And a playful smile painted across his chapped lips. The young man snapped to attention when he felt a dainty hand place itself on his shoulder. A eye of suspicion graced his look as the look Amaya had on her face was not foxy sly one.
Is that a friendly smile…no way, couldn’t be.
Valyke remained to keep his guard up. No way was he going to let it down after the cheap shot she took. No honor, none at all. Amaya possessed not even a hint of this. This opinion through Valyke Makolo’s eyes at least. He listened to her tone of voice. Amaya Tsuzumi…Tsuzumi…interesting name. Valyke indented the pronunciation in his head just in case for some odd reason he had to speak her last name.
The honey glazed words though did not fool him for a second. Glad it didn’t either. The sudden voice change did not surprise in the least. It was now more of a voice being scratched by a prickly pear. Valyke rolled his eyes as she put the blame on him.
What a child.
Valyke whipped his hand off of her shoulder before she could lay any contaminated finger on his skin. He put his hands up in front of him and gave a cocky grin. Signaling he knew the “hands-off” code. He turned to start heading out of this hellhole. He didn’t need this from her. Valyke had been disrespected all his life…he didn’t need it from this woman named Amaya. Valyke took a few steps away from Amaya, blonde locks covering his fiery eyes. The way she treated him bugged him. For once, Valyke looked for respect. He wouldn’t get it here. Not in her at least. That’s why…
“I want to go into the military. The Fire Army.”
Valyke’s tone was serious. His eyes looked to the sky. It was a dismal color, but for some reason it gave him inspiration. He could feel the look of his love on him. Streaks of dust crawled across the ground as he stood there. Solitude.
“All my life I’ve been disrespected…even when I thought I had a family…it was just a fluke. That’s why I want to go into the military. Maybe, just maybe I can find it there.”
Valyke let out a small snicker of hopelessness. He knew the truth.
“But I’m just fooling myself. Amaya...”
The young man turned, looking her straight in the eyes showing how he was no longer kidding around or picking a fight. Valyke wanted to grab her hands, but he pulled back from doing so. Hands-off code. Slowly, he spoke in a serious tone and closed his eyes, opening them once again.
“…will you…?”
Valyke was rudely cut off by a far off voice. He gave a bit of a glare to the young girl who approached the two strangers so boldly. Sir and madam? Valyke gave a questioning and irritated look facing the ground.
I don’t look that old do I? A shot of fire huh? That might have been me…can’t remember though. Was it me?
A flash of a memory came into his mind. It was back a few hours ago; when he was still by himself in this damned place. There was the buzzard. The one who thought he was going to die. He shot at him, but the fire shot go up that high did it? Oops…
Guess I have to learn to control my strength.
Valyke’s eyes moved back to Amaya…there she goes…once again she is lying to herself. By the biting of the lip, yup…definite sign. Valyke released a sigh, rolling his eyes.
She has no clue where she is. What an actress.
Valyke looked to the girl. She seemed harmless, but still. Where exactly would she take them if he accepted her helping hand? That is the unanswered question. Back to the city is a broad answer. Where in the city? To who if anyone? Valyke stayed silent. Let Amaya handle this. He still wanted to ask her something, so no matter where she goes…Valyke would be sure to follow. ooc: Sorry for the wait...you wouldn't believe how swamped I have been. ;D
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Post by mina on Jan 3, 2007 21:13:54 GMT -5
The two’s reaction to her approach was common to her. They gave her “the” look. Shaking her head slightly and letting her hair fall over her face, she rested her hands on her hips as a soft chuckle escaped her lips. Pride was the brother to ignorance; and oh how Mina saw it as funny. Now, the male’s reaction was priceless to her. Glare and an irritated look came across his face and knew why. For the many times she was forced to navigate this barren land she has come across that response in many ways. The most common reasons though where the interruption when something deep was coming out, when a guy was trying to get into a woman’s pants, and/ or her boldness. Yet the top reason was how she addresses people. Inside her head she couldn’t help but want to slap people for there ignorance of the situation in her place.
If you were to walk up to a group of people how would you address them without insulting? Well if their young you could go by kids, but then people never appear the age they are any more. You can’t call people by what you think of them at first sight because it is mightily insulting to call some one who dresses like a whore, a whore when she might not be. But I do wonder why on earth you’d advertise your body like that if you wish not to maintain such a title.
The puzzlement was an age old question to her and a battle she like to bring up around the guys when the mugs were half empty and everyone’s’ tongues were loosened. Throughout her training she was taught not to be so rude as to call people such nasty names. On too many accounts has she had her commander nearly had her by her throat for a civilian complains of the offenses Mina had paid them. What was she to care, she was a hardened soldier trying to get something done in the fire lord’s name and she only got hardships from everyone. So she went with what her training had taught her; call all men sir and all women madam. It was hard to work around that, because everything else she thought of could be taken the wrong way. Standing there Mina tilted up her head to look at the lady before her all pleasantries aside.
“Alright lady, have it your way. Go off in the direction you were heading in. The winds in that area only reach a high that is enough to pull at your skin; and hey you might even get a bonus with the debris in the air it might tear the flesh from you hide. As for you…” Mina couldn’t think of as good of a name for the man right of the top of her head. She was normally quick witted and could have such a fowl mouth to put a sailor to shame, but now was not the time to get neither mean nor overly nice. “You… the silent one… since you are traveling with her as I would naturally assume from the obvious context between you two, you might want to venture from her a come with me to the city.”
Mina didn’t really want to have this company back to the city, but her job was her job and no matter what she had to do it. Last time she ignored an order she only found herself on morning duty. Nothing made her more aggravated than having to deal with the sun in the fresh morning and having to hide her delicate flash from its kiss. Letting one foot step to the side her cloak gave away just enough for her sword and military symbol on her shirt be obvious to any competent being. Tossing her head back in the direction of the city she smiled a soft smile and raised her hands into the air.
“Look people, I’m just a soldier doing his Lordships orders. I don’t need this and I’m sure you don’t. If both of you want to end up dead out her don’t follow me, but if you do want to live I’ll be heading back to the city. If you accompany me I’ll find you a place to find shelter and warm food at your liking.” She was over extending herself, but I got her out of the rest of the night’s work if they accepted her offer. Yes, she was using them to a point of her own benefit, but who seriously did anything out of the pure of their heart anymore.
Gyuipee did, but she’s out in the world doing who knows what now and risking her life for probably another one of those earth beings.
“Make your decision for I’m off to the city now.” Walking backwards a bit she waited to see if they were going to dare to follow her.
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nightrain
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Post by nightrain on Feb 16, 2007 22:15:21 GMT -5
“This woman, no this girl....”
Amaya growled within her head as she looked at the unknown Mina before her. Amethyst eyes turned dark as she watched the woman’s eyes look her over and within there was a hint of disgust. Her irises shifted towards Valyke, contemplating what emotions he wore for the unwelcome visitor. Her eyes shifted back to Mina as she began talking to Amaya. Her eyes narrowed at her as she listened to Mina’s little speech.
“Maybe I like the desert enough to get my skin shred to pieces....not...”
Amaya thought as she watched Mina go from ranting on her to Valyke. Amaya chuckled to herself when Mina said ‘Silent One’, not quite. But Amaya chuckled even harder when Mina guessed the ‘context’ between her and Valyke. Amaya put up a finger and pointed at Mina as she spoke.
“Don’t assume, you make an ass out of you and me...”
She pulled her finger away and crossed her arms across her chest. As she stood patiently for Mina to finish her little speech on how she was all high and mighty. Amaya felt like she was getting sick at such a thing. Lord Kaji let her be a soldier? That man needed his head examined such an annoying little girl shouldn’t be in the Fire Nation’s army. What made Amaya work to keep her laugh back was the whole bit about her leading them to the city for shelter and warm food. Personally, Amaya wanted water, she had enough of the hot desert and didn’t want warm food.
Amethyst eyes watched once again as the young woman began to back away from the couple. Amaya absolutely refused to follow little Mina back to the city. She turned back and hooked her right arm around one of Valyke’s. In a huff, Amaya headed back towards the city, in which she actually did know where it was considering that was where she was at before. Her grip on the young man was tight enough to drag him with her, but loose enough so that when he realized what exactly was going on, he could free himself and walk with her.
Amaya turned to Valyke and smiled whole-heartily. She leaned into his ear and whispered playfully.
“I think one bitch in this group is enough, don’t you agree?”
She glanced back over her shoulder at the young woman that she was speedily leaving behind.
“Sorry, but we don’t need help from a little girl. Thanks anyway!”
Amaya waved, grinning back at Mina before she looked straight ahead. Her pace quickened a bit as she walked towards the city. She would be at the end of hell’s fury most likely if Mina ever caught up to them, but Amaya couldn’t think about that right now. She smiled, towards the city they were headed and to her a nice glass of cool wine sounded wonderful.
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Post by ~..Valyke Makolo..~ on Mar 16, 2007 21:45:14 GMT -5
The winter’s cold breath was hardly felt in this region. The black clouds that hovered above the three persons in company emitted an eerie aura. Valyke’s eyes moved to the sky as the unwelcome visitor told Amaya off. He tuned both of the females out. He scanned the atmosphere…he wasn’t liking it at all. The clouds were rolling in a swift manner. The wind began to stream across the dusty land. His eyes were fixated on the dismal look. The dust scooted across the ground splitting when it collided with his body. The voices in the background didn’t seem to phase if. Slowly, the annoying voice of the soldier girl got louder right when she called for his attention.
Drastically irritated by the female, Valyke’s eyes moved to their corners to look at her. His head slowly followed until he was fully facing her. Anyone at this point would be able to tell he was not in the greatest of moods. His mind was distracted on the environment. It was sending chills up his spine. If Amaya was smart enough, she would take notice as well. There was something foul in the air. Valyke Makolo gazed emotionlessly at Mina. Her words went in through one ear and out the other. As she assumed, Valyke opened his mouth, but Amaya beat him to the punch. But what she had said irked him. Mina had no right butting in on their context. What they shared was of their own business.
“What context I share with this woman is of none of your business. I will do what I choose, with no guidance needed from a smart mouthed girl like you.”
Valyke could see it in Mina’s eyes that she did not want them. But, they did not want her either. She was just another soldier under the command of Lord Kaji. The man contemplated this for a moment as he looked over Mina’s getup. The almighty Fire Lord allowed this young girl to join the army…she has the maturity of a nine year-old. Fiery amber eyes narrowed at the thought of being used for Mina’s glory. She flashed her sword and military symbol so disgracefully.
Reckless.
Valyke thought. Many people do not like those who get themselves involved in the military. This is ridiculous…why did he want to get involved then? For respect? Makolo shook his head…how arrogant. Valyke was about to snap on this intruder. She was so bold to be flashing that symbol…she had no right to it. His eyes honed in on her smile. The upper lip of Valyke’s mouth curved up in disgust. She was so snide. And yet, that was probably how she saw them.
His eyes wavered between the now backing away Mina and the sky. The wind was beginning to pick up and the dark clouds were looming over them in an angered godlike manner. His hair was tossed about in the wind and small dust particles were thrown into the air. He heard her speak her finally words before she narrated herself by saying she was off to the city.
“Keep walking…”
Caught off a little bit, his eyes widened feeling Amaya’s arm randomly hook his. His eyes looked down to see them arms intertwined. He looked back up at Mina but was suddenly pulled. He allowed himself to be dragged away by his new found companion. Valyke leaned in to Amaya as she leaned into him. He listened to her words in amusement as they completely just left Mina in their dust. The young man let a small chuckle out as she asked for his agreement. Valyke let out a laugh as Amaya so smugly looked over her shoulder to Mina and declined her help. At the rate they were going…Valyke found it so funny. They were running from a little girl’s rage.
They were walking against the wind now. Valyke’s eyes moved back up to the sky. It still had that same eerie look. This wasn’t good. He had seen this kind of weather before. The young man stopped in his tracks. As of right now, their distance from Mina was far. As he stopped he pulled his arm out of Amaya’s grip. Valyke spoke to Amaya, keeping his eyes glue to the sky above them.
“Have you taken notice to the sky?”
A gale of wind shot across the ground. The wind was cool, but the dust particles were fierce. Valyke crossed his arms in front of his face, protecting his eyes. His clothes flapped in the harsh wind. The young fire demon grunted a bit at the sudden burst of air. The wind blew in his ears causing a whistling sound. He wouldn’t be able to hear Amaya if she were to respond to him. Valyke looked towards Amaya.
“Amaya! We need to get out of this region! There’s storm on its way!”
Dammit…this isn’t good. If we’re caught in the storm, there’s no telling what might happen.
The man took a sturdy step forward against the harsh wind gale, grimacing at the stinging dust. He almost lost his balance as he stepped towards the woman. He reached out his hand and grabbed Amaya’s. They couldn’t be separated. The wind wasn’t letting up. The company needed to find shelter before it got any worse. Valyke peered cautiously out; the dirt was unbearable to his eyes. He looked down at Amaya.
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Post by mina on Apr 18, 2007 16:21:50 GMT -5
“Amaya! We need to get out of this region! There’s storm on its way!”
Mina couldn’t help but roll her eyes. No shit you idiot. I offered to get you out of the storm and lead you in the right direction, but no you decide to go along with her. For a moment ago I would have wished your death to be quick because you didn’t seem as bad as the woman and maybe the fact that you were slightly attractive (that is until you opened your mouth). Sigh. Such a waste… I know better. You death is going to be slow and agonizing as the sand starts to rip at your flesh. The more she thought about leaving them, the more she felt guilty and knew her commander wouldn’t be pleased that she left them to die. The worst draw back of living forever is that the guilt will kill you. Planting her heel into the ground and shifting her weight to pivot her body in the opposite direction. Gracefully rolling over and letting her body race as fast as possible towards the group she wondered if she some how convinced them if she would have enough time to not turn to dust from the sun’s kiss never less the storm’s. The storm was already getting so bad that Mina no longer could see the pair even with her enhanced sight; so she was forced to rely on their smell. It was faint but with the wind coming her direction she could pick it up.
When she did reach them she forced her body further into the storm so the pair if anything would try to get away from her and go the opposite direction. The howls starting up which signaling the worst of the storm not far off. At the top of her lungs she called out to them, “I don’t care what you think of me and right now that doesn’t matter. I’ll let you rip my guts out later as long as you move with me out of the storm.” The first bit of her skin started to rip off and grow back (soon the storm will be so strong I wont re-grow my skin in time). “It my duty to put your life before my own so please let’s get out of her now.” For some reason, Mina had a feeling she wouldn’t get through to them. “I’m a bitch I know it, but is disagreeing with me worth your lives?” Mina’s little body could stand against the wind of the storm any more and was flung a good twenty feet before she could get her bearings against the storm again. Starting to become desperate to get out of the storm she was willing to say anything. “I’m a vampire, and a young one at that, not even I can re-grow my skin in time to save myself from this storm...” the rest of what she was going to say was lost to the storm.
Another strong gust of wind and sand hit her face ripping almost half her face’s skin off; the blood soaked up into the whipping grains of sand. The pain knocked her from her feet to let her roll far into the sand. A sharp rock that was jutting from the sand cut her stomach as she rolled further and further. As she rolled the cloak fell in a way that covered all her flesh from the sand. Laying there to heal for a time Mina found that laying under cloak provided enough shelter from the sand, it was her strength that was needed to keep her safe from the wind that might be an issue. About to stand and tell the pair her idea another thought hit her. If I stay here under my cloak I’ll be forced to stay buried in the sand until the next night fall. What if she holds up to the idea of me allowing her to rip my guts out? Unfortunately she forced herself to deal with that idea; there was no longer an option, the storm came faster than any possible hope of getting out alive the other way. Forcing her body as close as possible to the one, unsure if it was the male or female she tried to yell over the storm. “If you have a blanket or some sort of cloak big enough to cover your body, get it out, lay in the sand, and cover yourself. We have to wait it out now. There isn’t hope of getting out any other way.” At lest that is how she saw it from this point. Not strong enough to stand any longer, Mina dropped her body down to the ground and braced herself for the remainder of the storm.
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nightrain
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Post by nightrain on May 8, 2007 18:59:16 GMT -5
Sands began to whip furiously around the bodies of the trio. Clouds rolled menacingly across the once gray ashen sky of the fire region. The deep black of the thick clouds gave hint to the on coming storm. Amaya pulled her black cloak out from her pack that was slung on her back with her weapons.
She flung the black, thick cloth over her shoulders and pulled the hood over her head concealing her vibrant red strands of hair. She pulled the cloak over her shoulders and and around the front of her body to shield the delicate-looking skin from the harsh sands. Reaching around the fabric, she began to close the clasps that kept the cloak together. The clasps went from around her neck down to her waist.
By the time she had suited up, the winds had kicked up the winds, making the small grains fly about and sting like wasps upon the skin. She lowered her head and felt the grains whip against the top of her head. Valyke attempted to yell over the loud whistling of the wind, but she couldn't hear him. Glancing up through her bangs, she saw his lips moving and could make out most of the words.
"No shit we have to get out of the region...."
The female fire warrior turned to the female soldier of fire as she yelled as well. The sands that whipped about clouded what vision she had and the amethyst orbs could not read the lips of the soldier. She turned towards the direction of the city. They could make it in an hour walk, or there abouts, but with the brutality of the storm, it would make it harder to keep traction in the shifting sands. She continued to walk in the direction she was heading towards, before the storm came suddenly. She watched as Valyke reached for her hand. Her leather bound hand reached for his and grasped it tightly, her fingers wrapped tightly around his masculine hand.
Amaya's feet sand into the desert sands with each step she took. Reaching back with her free hand, she grasped onto her one staff. She tugged at it and pulled it out of the bounds that kept it attached her to her back. She used the staff as a walking stick and guide. It helped her keep her balance and told her how deep the solid ground was.
"Why did I leave the town? I was so content there, but no, I had to go find something intersting....Dammit, Amaya this is what you get for having the curiosity of a cat..."
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Post by '.:-' BURNED '-:.' on May 24, 2007 13:08:17 GMT -5
I can hear the howl of the winds out there in the wasteland. They are bitter winds--hungry for blood... an element after my own heart. Oh... do I pity the souls caught out in its dry blizzards? Dare I say I don't...? Indeed, I dare.
Wait... What is that?
A faceless entity approached the edge of the small shelter. It was an old dug-in hutch. Built by an old trader of long ago. Being as it was sanctioned in the ground, it was protected from the harsh sandstorms and viscious sun. It's miniciple openings allowed only gentle waves of sand to drift down to canvas the floor. The deadly, killer winds could not breach the earth itself, and thus Ares had come to rest within it's abandoned hubble quite confidently even as the wrathful breezes raged outside. The hallway, in itself was a long upwards climb, but the small excersize was effortless to the conditioned construction of the assassin's build. He was soon at the thick amalgated door--made out of a combination of thick oak-wood and solid earth.
He paused, listening curiously--the air around him still and silent--the world outside boded a quite different story. But the storm's screams were not his concern. In fact, just above him--through the solidity of the earthen cieling, he heard and felt the gentle tremors of several persons. He did not pity them--in fact he hardly cared... portraying an indifference that was likely to leave them stranded. Let them fend for themselves.
However, the nearest town wasn't within easy reach. It was atleast an hours walk if not more from here--and placing the wrath of the storm in their wake... Whoever was currently abroad would take even more time, if the sandstorm didn't kill them first. Conflictingly enough, though he didn't really pity them, he didn't particularly wish death upon them either. Gruffly he considered the options. Perhaps a brief company would not be too terribly unpleasent. He hadn't associated with others for some time, thus the experience might be interesting, something to take up the time. Honestly, whether he truly cared or not... he didn't really see a good reason to leave them out there.
Suddenly he opened the door.
Hungrily, the winds tore into the shallow hallway, curling around corners and into rooms. It layers the chairs and tables with a fine layer of dust as it buffetted Ares body. Yet, he stood sodily, unphased by the stinging sands. His body and face were wrapped by white cloth--stained red by the blistering grains--and even his eyes were covered by the mask. He didn't need his eyes--he'd lived for nearly a third of his curse without sight as his burned orbs took the time to heal. He could survive this raging storm, without his eyes.
He cocked his head, turning it to the side, hearing the sound of fading movement. It was not too far away and he wondered curiously exactly where they were. Deciding to risk the sands, he reached up with gloved hands and pulled back the strips of cloth, revealing narrow yellowed green eyes, blurred by an injured haze, but no less keen in their abilities. He sheilded the vulnerable orbs from the blisters of the wind, and gazed through the red haze. There, not ten feet off, lay a body--he couldn't discern its figure, but he knew it was there... dead or alive. Beyond the downed bodice stood a pair of struggling figures. They fought against the rage around them, and struggled to remain upright. Ares--who'd prior been more indifferent to the whole scene--suddenly could not withold a slight smirk with a mockingly sadistic twist. He felt no pity for them. They were in quite a fix, and he undoubtably believed they would die if they lingered where they were. If the ripping sands didn't destroy them, then surely the shifting dunes would cover them in swift time. Either way, there was little chance of a winning situation. Even for the hubble, whose door would have to fight the sands in the passing of the storm.
There is really nothing that compells me to assist them. Yet, neither is there any real reason for me to leave them to whatever fate will have them. As ambiguous as the choice may seem, I see no harm in sharing space for the sake of survival. Besides, perhaps the company will prove interesting.
Moving away from the door, he swiftly pulled himself out of the rut of the threshold and drew himself up to their level--to their holding. He stood impressively before them--his garments waving around him, his face covered by a mask. Only his yellowed eyes--if they could see them--were visible. His voice, muffled by the cloth, but prominant over the storm nonetheless. He stood, but a few paces from them, confident, but unthreatening--merely ominous and foreboding. If these stragglers were wise, they would not accept his soon-to-be invitation. but besides his natual aura, there was little to offer the truth of his dark personality.
"Come! he screamed over the winds. His voice was cracked and deep, resonating from the deepest depths of his dry lungs, "I have shelter large enough to share. I shall hold no discrepencies tonight."
"Come. I shant wait long for your descision." he reiterated.
He began to turn away, back to the hutch. But his gaze paused curiously on the downed woman. She was not dead, he could vaguely see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She was wise to lay down and cover herself--avoiding the sting of the storm. However, it was in vain. the rampant earth would only suffocate her in the end.
Recalling his steps as he placed the protective covering back across his eyes, he smiled behind the mask--amused by the shear irony of the viscious situation. This place was not called the wasteland for nothing.
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Post by ~..Valyke Makolo..~ on Jun 13, 2007 15:50:24 GMT -5
Valyke struggled as the storm picked up. Its ferocity was getting to its peak. The young man dug his heels deeply into the sand below attempting to stay stable against the gales of wind, sand, and dust. The dark clouds were thickening around the group as time moved along. The winds were picking up quickly making it hard to breath. Particles of sand whipped against his body. Valyke grimaced to the pain, but continued to stay with Amaya.
Though his vision was being blocked by the dust, Valyke’s amber eyes witnessed Amaya protecting herself. The black cloak gave her more protection. It was a smart move. Valyke smiled to himself. He had nothing like that on him. He left it behind. Valyke has no memory of where he left it. Idiot. Traveling these lands he should have known better. Valyke’s look toughened. There’s nothing more he can do now but protect his eyes.
His arms took a brutal beating against the particles of dust. His skin began to trickle of blood, but it was that bad yet. His ears listened for a response from Amaya, but the howling wind prevented that. He could hear small mumbles of the girl behind him, but none of her words were clear. The only response he could gather was Amaya’s hand wrapping around his when he reached out for hers. Valyke dug his heels in deeply and trudged along against the winds.
Once the demon was up to her side, he wrapped his arm, the one where he held Amaya’s hand in, around Amaya’s waist giving both of them better stability. Valyke kept their bodies close together and stepped in sync with Amaya’s footsteps. With his free hand, Valyke mimicked what Amaya had done with her staff. He pulled his sword from its protective sheath and stabbed the ground on the opposite side Amaya’s staff was. Amber eyes looked down at Amaya and could tell she was thinking. He didn’t know what, but there was something going through her mind. He brought his face close to hers making sure that the winds did not carry off his words.
“You doing okay?”
Valyke turned slightly to glance behind to see what had happened to the militant. The blockade of dust and sand did not give him much of a sight however. The young man turned back and tightened his grip around Amaya continuing the steady pace.
An unfamiliar voice cut across the howling winds. Valyke’s fiery amber eyes glanced up in front of them. A figure stood firmly; the clothes protecting that being whipped ferociously with the galling winds. Valyke’s vision was being put to the test, but that man’s aura gave him the chills. His voice unthreatening indeed, but there was something more to it. Valyke did not like it one bit. Against his better judgment Valyke looked down at Amaya. They needed shelter…and fast. He looked straight at the unknown being, knowing whether or not it could read Valyke’s face he was sending him a warning. He was not about to let his guard down and trust this stranger, but they needed safety. Keeping his eyes on the stranger with a admonition glare in his eyes, Valyke leaned into Amaya.
“I have a bad feeling about this guy…I don’t like him. But we need shelter. It’s your call.”
Valyke watched as the ominous being turned away and walked back to the small abode he owned. That moment he turned around, Valyke could feel his skin crawling.
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mina
Fire
Pledged to Pyran God of Fire
I wear white, but it doesn't mean I'm nice
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Post by mina on Jul 18, 2007 13:34:29 GMT -5
Anything above the layer of sand now starting to build up on her back was of no importance. It didn’t matter much that the layers of sand were burying her into the ground. Basic instincts were more important now. Not like any human, she didn’t need air; she was dead already. What she did need was to not rise into the sun when she was to come out from the sand, and if she didn’t time it right and was force to stay underneath the sand for longer, she’d need blood. This is my luck. I get stuck in these stupid situations, and normally it is my fault. I should have listened to them and let them get killed. Shifting slightly to get more comfortable and so it would be easier to pull her self up out of the sand. Its things like this that got me killed in the first place.
It was that night eight years ago that, just like this couple she had felt bad for them, lost in the woods of her home. She had taken the short trek with them to the borders of the forest. She had brought them out of the woods, and what did she get in return. She got a chunk of her blood missing and two holes in her neck. The strangers had used her as a meal ticket. Thinking back brought a slight tickling feeling to her bite marks. Those two strangers gave her a new life in return for her life at lest. Her fist clenched. How could Gyiupee be so giving? Her thoughts turn about on her while she lay there. At some point in her thoughts the vampire got tired form the lack of blood and drifted to a lazy sleep.
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(Some time later) “It’s time to wake!” A dark voice rang into Mina's dead sleep. It's voice loud and comanding, as if it owned her soul. Mina’s body jolted awake with a start. The sands started to stir above her. Seconds later her petit body emerged from the sands hidden world. Her appearance was something else. Letting her cloak fall from her body as she had risen, she was covered in sand and it tumbled off of her. The sudden awaking made her teeth come out and her eyes ripple blood red with hunger. Looking up to the moon, Mina laughed, the darkness of her curse of being a vampire forcing itself to the surface. Looking back down, Mina retaining a smile, she grabbed her cloak. “Off back to the city, I’m in need of a meal.” Turning she raced off in the direction of the city. Her cloak whipping behind her as the pulse of hunger ripped her stomach. Being a soldier she would be forced to fight off the hunger of wanting to feed from some one’s neck and go to her lord’s special barrack to get the meal the “proper” way. It has been such a long time since the curse had such a hold on her.
(o.o.c.-sorry it took so long only to have me leaving the thread)
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nightrain
Fire
Pledged to the God of Fire Pyran
Posts: 35
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Post by nightrain on Jul 19, 2007 14:32:41 GMT -5
The wind whipped the sand harshly around Amaya’s body. She winced as some of the grains made it into her cloak’s hood and scratched up her flesh. The cloak on her body flapped violently in the gusts. She could feel the snap buttons on the cloak straining to stay close. Her grip on her staff tightened, if she let go, she had the feeling she would be blown away like a leaf in an autumn wind. With that thought, she grasped Valyke’s hand tighter.
She felt the length between her and Valyke become shorter as she fell in sync with his heavy steps. She watched as he freed his hand from her grasp and slipped it around her waist. Amaya became perturbed at this moment and the features upon her face played this. She sneered slightly at the grasp upon her waist, but settled it to be a simple way to make sure she didn’t blow away.
She glanced at the ground watching as their instruments to keep themselves anchored alternated like footsteps. She tried to look up ahead, but she when she turned to look, her face was next to Valyke’s. Her amethyst eyes widen as she scanned his face. It was riddled with scratches from the sands, but she figured hers was in the same shape. He leaned in to her yelled over the blazing winds. His words were clear surprisingly, but he was close enough to touch noses.
“I’ll let you slide this time.”
She grabbed the hand that was around her waist. She had the intent of pointing at his hand, but she figured he wouldn’t be able to see it. She looked up at him to say something else, but a voice sliced through the winds, clearer than Valyke’s. Her eyes looked over the man that claimed to have shelter for them.
Bandages encased his muscular body. Amaya’s mind raised questions about his appearance, but pushed them aside, he had shelter. Valyke turned to her and asked for her opinion. She took only moments to consider her options and quickly came to a conclusion. She pulled her staff close to her body and reached up on toes and leaned towards Valyke’s ear.
“We have no choice. We can’t protect ourselves from this weather. We can, however, protect ourselves from him if he goes after us. Lead the way.”
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Post by '.:-' BURNED '-:.' on Dec 18, 2007 18:48:17 GMT -5
ooc: sorry, but I just wanted to let you know that I modified my last post a bit. Nothing that affects you, his word choice and actions didn't change. However, he seemed more sadistic and sick-minded than I'd intended, so I just felt it was necessary to change his thought process a bit. Now he's more indifferent to the whole, just as I had initially intended.
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Without waiting another moment--neither for reply or responce, Ares stepped back into the threshold and partially closed the door, leaving only a scant opening just wide enough to pry it open should someone decide to take him up on his offer. He wondered if they would. He took some pride in the idea that they would not simply because of his intimidating nature, but at the same time they would be fools not to. Like Amaya had already considered, they had a better chance of survival against an enemy such as him rather than the viscious relentless winds of the sand storm.
He chuckled condescendingly at the thought however as he came out of the descending tunnel that led from the upper door into the deep hollowed hole of the abode. It was an arguable topic, for in many respects, he was just as dangerous as any storm.
He glanced around the structure of the hubble. It was not abundantly spaceous, but it did consist of three seperate rooms, scraped out from the walls of the earth. One was an old latrine, located far back down a long corridor that wound up near the surface where ventilation could exhole the noxiously unpleasent phumes. But the ventilations system was old and battered by time, leaving the room itself nearly caved in and inusable. Meanwhile, the other room seemed fit as a sleeping quarters. Bricks of earth had been stacked in a corner to resemble a shelf one might use for a mattress or bedding. Yet it was the main corridor that was the most spacious and most convenient. It was a long room that bubbled in the center, providing an old three legged table that was cocked ungainly off to one side with four supporting chairs littered around it, one of which was missing the high-back entirely.
Comfortably he moved into the center of this arena, and found his satchel upon one of the chairs. PLacing it on the floor beside him he took a seat. The table itself had been moved and in its place was a makeshift fire, which burned comfortably on the dry timber that made its bed. Orange flickering light cast deep shadows about the corners of the room which were now growing darker as the night grew longer. Though warm and comforting in the minds of some, with Ares there... the flame was more ominous and warning then pleasent. Red firelight flickered acrosss his bandaged face, drawing out contours of his visage such as his strong cheeks, prominant chin, and the hollows of his eyes. He contemplated removing the strips of cloth that wound consealingly about his face, but thought better of it. They could draw their own accusations as to why he wore it for all he cared.
Grimly, he awaited their decent. If no one appeared within the next few minutes, he would ascend up to the threshold and close the door. He would not open the seal again until the morning light.
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