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Post by Citra Miranda Permecia on May 26, 2010 11:06:44 GMT -5
Citra peacefully walked through the forest, eyes observing anything that caught her eyes. Every movement was like liquid silver. The place was really beautiful, something she needed after all the troubles and wars as of late. She really hated leaving her emperor's side, but he had given her strict orders to take a well needed break. Once again, her thoughts fell upon him again. Maybe she would go back again sooner than she had planned.
It had been a number of years since she visited this forest. Aware of the laws against entry, she was always on her guard, however, this action was nothing new to her. This place gave her a calm, a calm that she rarely felt these days unless she was by his side.
Shaking her head, Citra smiled at the though of him again. As he had said, he would be there with her if she simply kept him in her mind and heart. He really hadn't disappointed.
She noticed her usual spot, deep with the forest, and strode over to it. A little patch of grass surrounded by trees was always there to welcome her in it's warm embrace. She would set up camp here for the night before moving on in the morning. As much as she loved it here, she wouldn't dare be caught here without permission. She's had enough fighting for the past many years.
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Post by Dakken BlackBlade on May 26, 2010 11:31:06 GMT -5
The denizens of the forest were magnificent creatures, faire skinned and tall, with large feathered wings of varying colors. Like birds they often lived high in the trees in roosts they had built, forming communities high above the ground. They often times hid up in these communities during parts of the lunar cycles because they were weakened during those times, and that is also why entry into the forest was prohibited. It was an attempt by the Pa'arenthian government to save these creatures from being sold into slavery, or caught and killed.
Today was such part of the lunar cycle and the forest was relatively quiet. However one of the creatures remained on the forest floor walking, almost gliding in between the trees. His hair was long and silvery, with hints of snow like white in it, reaching down to almost his knees. His wings bore the same color, mottled silver and white, so as not to contrast with his faire skin. His eyes, however, were an amethyst color, the same of the water in the meadows.
He wore a variety of long and flowing layers of clothing that would oftentimes start out white closer to his body and gradually change to amethyst as it neared the end of the fabric. The man appeared to be holding some sort of blueish crystal starting at it intently.
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Post by Citra Miranda Permecia on May 26, 2010 11:56:50 GMT -5
Citra haulted her progress of building her temporary camp. She felt a pang of something familiar, yet not. What was this? She had a hard time putting her finger on it. She gently put her things upon the ground. Where was this feeling coming from? Rising to a low crouch, she looked around carefully, her hand rising and reaching between her breasts to slowly unsheath a wicked looking silver dagger she had hidden.
Slowly and carfully so as to not make any noise, she stalked along in the direction of this familiar feeling. She wasn't quite sure of why it felt so familiar, or if it's source was malevolent or not. She decided not to let her guard down until she knew it was all right.
A few moments of creeping along began to reveal a... Very lengthy man. Something about him seemed so very familiar to her. Her mind wracked with who it could be and as far as she knew, she never actually knew any of the resident creatures that were found only in this forest. Curiously, she crept a bit further, eyeing him up and down his length where her eyes finally settled on a tattoo of sorts on his neck. The Mark of the Black Blade clan. A clan that she never had been very friendly with, except for one. She kept her postion hidden within some tall grass. Was he a friend, or a foe?
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Post by Dakken BlackBlade on May 26, 2010 12:12:14 GMT -5
He seemed not to notice her for a moment, and then paused to look around, where normally he would have been able to sense her the time in the lunar cycle rendered his magic much weaker than it normally would be. He stood very still for a moment, trying to decide whether he was paranoid or someone was actually there. He pulled his wings in tight ready to flair them out to repel someone if need be.
Cautiously the slender man called out in an oh so familiar voice, "Hello? Who treads in Resplendence on this moon?" He hoped perhaps it was a forest guardian, or one of his Flock's brethren, or nothing at all. His greatest fear being of course that it was a poacher who had made it into the forest, or worse a slave trader. He'd seen many of his flock be pulled away by slave traders who hadn't been caught and he wondered of their fate, and where they had been taken too.
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Post by Nathan (Norade) & Kennith on May 26, 2010 12:24:37 GMT -5
The pair was not alone in the peaceful forest there was another, hoping to hide in a place few would dare enter enter to seek him, though this presents him with the issue of hiding from those that already live there. Such are the problems that face a man who would hide from everybody until the end of days. Yet for all that he may wish to hide, he still feels loneliness.
From a ways back from, only really spotting them by chance as he stands looking out from his hidden camp towards a small clearing in the otherwise dense forest Nathan sees the pair. The smaller one seems on edge, the glint of a steel blade giving that much away. The other is one of the race that calls the forest home, long of limb and fair of feature he glides forward to meet the other being.
Perhaps his desire to be alone has dulled after spending so long hidden, or maybe his justification of wanting to find out more about the creatures that live here was more the truth, whatever the case he buckles on his sword belt, slips on his sturdy and well maintained leather boots and sets off toward them with careful measured steps. Though human in form, he is not entirely like the rest that share his basic shape and he slips more easily than wold be expected through the thick undergrowth near his chosen camp. From there he moves towards the clearing with hopes of observing the meeting of the two unseen and unheard.
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Post by Citra Miranda Permecia on May 27, 2010 11:28:29 GMT -5
This creature's voice... Something about it made her think upon the past, back to the other world where she had spent most of her life. Then it hit her. This WAS the one of the Black Blade clan that she had known, even if the voice was a bit off. Citra rose to her full length, adjusting her revealing robe a bit, her eyes settling on him. "... Dakken...?" It had been some number of years since her last encounter with him. He had been missing for so long, she had often wondered what became of him since Neo Tokyo, or Grandseal rather, returned to the world in which it belonged. "What... Happened to you?"
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Post by Dakken BlackBlade on May 27, 2010 11:37:32 GMT -5
He pulled back into a defensive stance, wings still curled in tight. Confusion flashed across his face, as she called him by name. He knew though he would be too weak to truly fight anyone off during this phase of the moon. When his hands lifted fabric fell away from his wrists revealing a small silver cuff around his wrist, with a very fine silver chain dangling off it, not more than an inch or two long.
"Wh-Who are you and why do you know my name?" he called out to her, unsure if she was here to fight with him or not. He was far more delicate than he had once been, as though coming here had turned the clocks back for him a great deal. He braced for whatever may come, hoping that this day would not be his last. There was still so much he wanted to learn, and he wouldn't be able to do that dead, or enslaved.
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Post by Citra Miranda Permecia on May 27, 2010 12:00:24 GMT -5
He seemed so... Timid. Was this really Dakken? She realized that she still held the dagger in her hand in a threatening way and was quick to return it to it's home between her breasts. Adjusting her robe once again until it was comfortable, she strode a few steps toward the creature she thought to be Dakken. She studied him a moment.
"Citra... You know me, Dakken." She stepped forward again, then stopped. Something was wrong with him. She knew from the moment she recognized him, but now she was sure of it. What could be the matter?
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Post by Dakken BlackBlade on May 27, 2010 12:10:50 GMT -5
He smiled a soft and charming and telling smile, "I'm afraid, you know me but I'm not sure that, I know you, or rather, that I remember..." he didn't mean it as an offence to forget someone it was just that, he didn't really remember anything. He was relieved when she put her dagger away and dropper his arms back to his sides. His facial features were very much the same as they had once been as were his expressions, though he looked far less rough and weary.
"I do hope you're not to terribly offended, because I mean nothing by it, and I do wish that I remembered how I came to be here, with the others." He seemed much more relaxed now, this person knew him, what reason would they have to want to hurt him?
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Post by Citra Miranda Permecia on May 27, 2010 13:36:22 GMT -5
Citra chuckled a womanly laugh. He has certainly gotten himself some well needed manners. Though it seemed to be at the cost of losing himself. She shook away the thought. "Bagh, minor set back. The matter of the fact is that I found you. You've been missing for some time, Mister." She gave him a cool, seductive smile. "We've been kind of wondering where you've gotten yourself. You just up and disappeared after Grandseal was returned home."
She stopped herself, finding that it would be useless to talk of such things. Instead, she turned to another tactic. "Hey... How long have you been here?"
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Post by Dakken BlackBlade on May 27, 2010 13:55:00 GMT -5
"Hmm, that's a very good question... I'm not exactly sure of time frame, but I've seen about sixty full lunar cycles pass... I just remember coming to here, and it seemed so... natural to be here. I never really thought that maybe, there were other people who knew me." He smiled, though it was a very lost smile, like he was holding back information from both of them. he pulled his right hands up again to run it through his long silver and white hair, Slowly stretching out his magnificent wings.
He paused a moment and then held out his wrist to Citra, showing her the delicate silver cuff, "Do you know what this is? No one else seems to know... and almost no one has one... I also can't seem to find a way to get it off without trying to break it." Hope was written in his amethyst eyes, perhaps Citra had some answers.
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Post by Citra Miranda Permecia on May 27, 2010 14:59:07 GMT -5
Sixty lunar cycles... What happened? She frowned at this. This must have happened either shortly before or after the kingdom returned home. She was at a bit of a loss. She knew not much could take the beast of a demon down. Something wasn't quite right.
As he lifted his wrist to her, she strode forward and gently took his hand into her own as she observed the cuff that encased it. She felt as if she must know what it was and why it seemed significant, though she couldn't put her finger on it. A thought had passed that perhaps it was the power of the goddess that lived within her that knew, though those feelings never at all clear to her. She shook her head slowly. "I'm not quite sure, my dear. I feel like I should know something of it, however, nothing is registering." She looked up to his eyes, studying them intently.
Citra knew that she had not too long ago planned on going home to her beloved emperor, but she had just encountered a friend whom had long since thought to be lost. She would say her apologies to herself, and secretly to him, later. Now, she felt, an old acquaintance was in need of some guidance. She smiled softly at the behemoth of a creature. "Well then, I guess I'm gonna have to help you figure these things out then, aren't I?" Her voice was like silk to the ears.
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Post by Dakken BlackBlade on May 27, 2010 15:14:35 GMT -5
He nodded and smiled again, "Perhaps you would like safer lodgings for the night? I forest floor is not always safe, and the guard will be prowling." He didn't want his new found companion to face the laws of Pa'arenthia for they were often unkind results. carefully he folded the bluish crystal he had been looking at before this encounter into his layers of clothing.
"Also, perhaps you could tell me a little bit about from where you hail... and about yourself." He paused a moment, "Or perhaps you are hungry?" He wondered idly if she would be able to make it into his roost from the ground. Whatever the case he should be able to get her up there off the ground and outside of the view of the forest guardians. He had so many questions to ask her, about where she came from, and what was outside of the forest which had protected him since he could clearly remember.
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Post by Citra Miranda Permecia on May 30, 2010 20:18:33 GMT -5
Citra pondered the thought a moment and then nodded. "Yes, I think that would be a grand idea. Hold up just a moment, I must go gather my things." She was gone into the bushes and back in only a few moments with a heavy looking pack, though she seemed to be carrying it with ease. "I don't wish to be a burden, I have my own food. It's been a while since I've had a comfortable place to sleep for a night. As for the knowledge about me, we have quite the bit to talk about." She looked up to the treetops above. "So, we're going up I'm guessing?"
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Post by Dakken BlackBlade on May 30, 2010 21:05:35 GMT -5
"Yes, I roost in one of the taller trees here." He smiled softly tilting his head to the side, "We're still a little ways from home though. So no worries yet." he made a one hundred and eighty degree turn, facing the direction he had come from.
"You won't be a burden, I'm more than happy to host you! It's been a while since I made food for anyone... unless you eat something special... in which case I'm sorry for pressing the matter." He ran a slender pale hand through his equally pale hair trying to keep it out of his face. His amethyst eyes were quite enchanting and carried a sort of innocence to them, something that had definitely not been there before, it was quite endearing on the friendly giant.
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