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Post by Asema Uttamveer on Dec 6, 2005 18:38:37 GMT -5
Her feet trudged softly on the grass along the Southwest Gate. The woman’s hands dug deep in her coat’s pockets, fingering at small marbles that floated at the silky bottoms of them. The crimson hood was pulled over her head, large around her rounded cheekbones and square set jaw. Amber eyes from within were the only things to shine from its silk black interior that melted with the shadows it created. She wasn’t smiling, but not because she wasn’t happy. She was ecstatic to be back with her friend, Miss Raine, but becoming accustomed to the new landscape was…different.
Asema was used to uncomfortably snowy conditions and a chilly atmosphere.
This place seemed warmer. The grass was always green…spongy against her feet. The river she walked along spoke soft secrets to her before moving on with its day. Rivers were always moving quickly, speaking in small, jumbled sentences as if to catch ones attention and spill out within seconds what they needed to say. These verses were always the least understandable, yet she got the point every time.
Looking up, she let her amber eyes catch the dull light of the sun. She was glad a sad gray cloud cover had blanketed the sun’s rays. Something about a warmer day didn’t seem fitting. Perhaps something was off. Lowering her head again, she let the feeling of dread pass so she could continue watching her feet as she moved around the castle in thought. This new home definitely had a very homey touch.
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Post by ellipse on Dec 6, 2005 19:05:13 GMT -5
Sitting on a flat rock next to the river, there was an ancient, wizened man wrapped in a shawl. He muttered incomprehensibly to himself, his arms held close to his body. An intricate pile of stones was set up just inside the water; it looked something like a rat with an oversized head, standing hunched-over on two legs.
The man raised his arms into the air, and was silent. The rockpile responded to this, its arms and legs began to move and stretch. Moments later, a dull red light appeared inside two of the depressions on the front of its head. The man's eyes lit up; it was alive!
But whatever plans he had for this creature would not play out. He began to hack and cough violently, not stopping until blood was leaking from his mouth. He drew in a sharp breath and clutched at his abdomen, wincing.
The stone creature he had just summoned shuffled toward him, its head tilted to the side in curiosity. The man latched onto its head and began a new fit of coughing, then fell limp on the ground, silenced.
It continued to stare at the body sprawled out in front of it, evidently puzzled by this event. A voice came out of its mouth, sounding like rocks grinding together. "Strrange..."
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Post by Asema Uttamveer on Dec 6, 2005 19:17:10 GMT -5
“My God!” the woman thought, eyes widening with as much terror as to be expected. She hadn’t been on the premises for more than a day and already people were dying around her.
The woman surged forward, the hood falling from her head to expose light bangs that hung across her cheekbones, brushing along her jaw. These seemed to be the longest locks of flaming red hair, besides the long, thin braid that bounced from side to side along her hips. The rest was cut neatly into a point behind her head, from the lobes of her ears to the first lump of her spine in her back.
Everything about this girl screamed fire, from the dark red of her belted coat to the flaming red of her eyes and hair. It was the aura she gave off.
She game to a skidding halt three feet from the man and beast, eyeing both curiously, not yet knowing whether she should approach the dead wizard or not. She was sure, in that moment, staring down at his bleeding corpse that he was far from help. With this, her eyes turned to the summoned creature. She waited, silently.
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Post by ellipse on Dec 6, 2005 19:27:06 GMT -5
Sensing the prescence of another, it looked up and took in her visage. One eye seemed to narrow at her, scrutinizing. "And you arre?"
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Post by Asema Uttamveer on Dec 6, 2005 19:29:38 GMT -5
Though the voice took her back, she straightened, squinting for only a moment to take this all in. It had been quite some time since she had been faced with a creature such as this one.
She bowed slightly from the waist, her hands clasping together with their knuckles face down. As she bent, her hands brushed her knees. “Asema Uttamveer.”
Upon raising, she couldn’t help but scan the beast once more. “Your own name?”
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Post by ellipse on Dec 6, 2005 19:35:22 GMT -5
"Kemarro of Grranitia." A three-clawed hand pointed at the man's body. "I don't suppose you know this morrtal, orr why he has summoned me?"
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Post by Asema Uttamveer on Dec 6, 2005 19:37:29 GMT -5
“I ran to him as he died. I do not know the man.”
Her eyes still carefully weaved their way about the creature, investigating, making opinions. Slipping her hands into her pockets, her fingers moved about restlessly. What an interesting predicament this was. She couldn’t help but admire it.
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Post by ellipse on Dec 6, 2005 19:40:44 GMT -5
"Botherrsome. At least I am not bound into his serrvice, that would be most inconvenient just now."
Its eye returned to normal, and its opposite seemed to expand a bit. "Do I make you uneasy?"
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Post by Asema Uttamveer on Dec 6, 2005 19:44:24 GMT -5
“Do I appear uneasy?”
It was true, she was barely, just barely uneasy about the creature, but stood her ground quite well. Upon hearing the question, her body straightened, and staring the beast into the eyes, this appearance seemed to dwindle.
“I’ve met creatures like yourself before…”
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Post by ellipse on Dec 6, 2005 19:47:23 GMT -5
"Have you. Well, it is good to know that my kind have not yet disappearred from this worrld... Speaking of which, wherre exactly arre we?"
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